#put ur tongue back in ur mouth plz

[noyasmashing]

I LOVE YOUR FICS OMGGGG 😭😭

could u write like kageyama where he has like a high prestige (??) especially when he's being sub on the bed, he wouldn't let out his moan but finally being such a loud and whiny baby when u flick his nipples with ur tongue and play with his sensitive member 😭😭😭

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😓

ALSO!! I know my writing keeps switching from past to present tense-it’s a bad habit i’ve had but i’m too lazy to fix it, plz just ignore

CW: Dom reader, nipple play, gn!reader, some crying, hand job, a bit of marking of you squint

Tobio was quietly slumped in the corner of the sofa, nestled comfortably between the cushions. His gaze was fixed on you, as you were completely engrossed in the movie playing on the screen. The tension in the room was intense, and you could sense his longing for your attention.

As an advertisement briefly interrupted the film, you glanced over at him. His face contorted into a pouty expression, clearly communicating his feelings without saying a word. The sight almost made you laugh, but you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

You pushed yourself up from your spot at the opposite end of the sofa and made your way towards him. "Tobioo," you coo’d softly, causing him to nibble on the inside of his cheek. For the first time since the movie started, he looked away from you.

"W-what?" he stuttered, sounding slightly annoyed at your attempt to engage with him despite his obvious staring.

"You're hard," you purred, draping one leg over his lap, you settled yourself on top of him. He didn't meet your gaze, but he nodded silently, looking down at his fidgety hands.

You used your palms to steady yourself on his shoulders, dipping down to his level, until your eyes finally met. You closed the gap with a controlled kiss that quickly turned messy as Tobio greedily took in your tongue. Sweaty hands clasped at your shirt desperately, his needy reaction giving away everything he was feeling in that moment.

Pulling away gingerly, your hands clinged at the hem of his shirt, while his pants for air fanned your neck. "Can I take this off?"

A breathy "yes" escaped him. You could feel his needy erection pressing against you through his pants. But he would have to wait a little longer.

You lifted his cotton shirt up, over his head, unintentionally ruffling up his hair in the cutest way. But what was even cuter was his perky pink nipples that made you grin. Noticing your expression, he shrunk under your intense gaze, not wanting to admit the effect you had on his body.

Tobio couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Your tongue teased his collarbone, tracing a path of tantalizing warmth against his pale flesh. Simultaneously, your hand skillfully worked to free his erection from the confines of his underwear, eliciting a shiver of anticipation from him.

Drawing your teasing mouth away from his sensitive skin, you took a moment to prepare, spitting into your hand to use as lube. The sight made Tobio's breath hitch, an embarrassing whine escaping him. He reached out to put a hand on his mouth to stifle any sounds that threatened to escape, but you quickly snatched his hand away, ensuring he couldn't silence himself.

“Do I need to tie your hands up again?” You questioned harshly, your thumb teasing his slit that was dripping with pre-cum. The intensity of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, “no please, ‘m sorry!” pleading not to face the humiliation of being bound by harsh ropes.

You hummed content with his response, tongue pressing firmly against one of his cute nipples. He wanted to try to stop you, but the pleasure was too much to care, causing his mouth to go all slack, eyes helplessly rolling back, with a needy whine.

Restraining himself from thrusting into your hand, he struggled with the unfamiliar sensation of being touched in such an intimate area. As you continued to suck and bite lightly, his back arched, granting you better access to his sensitive nipples.

“Your nipples are so cute! You look so pretty like this!” You enthusiastically praised rolling one between your index and your thumb, his eyelashes fluttered, tips of his ears flushed with heat, his thighs quivering as moans spilled from his parted lips.

He hated how much he loved your words, he wanted to be pretty for you. All he could do to respond was let out the loudest, prettiest, “Ahh- nghh!” He had completely lost himself in the moment when your wrist twisting back and forth as you focus on his red tip.

That, combined with the biting at sucking from your mouth, not to mention your free hand teasing his chest, occasionally running over his hard nipple, was too much for him.

"[N-name], please I-I... it's- gonna cum!" he rambled, his hips involuntarily buckling into your firm palm. The desperation in his voice was palpable as his member throbbed and twitched with the need for release. With skilled hands, you focused on his sensitive tip, eliciting pretty whimpers from him. “Did I say you could cum?” You asked harshly dragging your mouth away from his chest.

He let out a pitiful cry, tears threatening to fall from his long lashes. His most pretty tactic to get some of your compassion.

“Ah, n-no, no you didn’t-fuck fuck fuck!”

"You know what I want to hear," You sing, running your finger up and down his weeping cock. He stops his eyes from rolling back, but his head fell back onto the couch as he let out a pained sob.

“Nghhh, can I cum please? I wanna so bad, it hurts, please [name], please.” He shamelessly begs, his prestige melting away from the intense pleasure you placed under him.

You nodded with smile at his words, “Cum for me, my good boy,” You encouraged, and with that thick white ropes of cum coated his tummy. His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, instinctively attempting to close his thighs, but you held him in place. The intimacy of the moment hung heavy in the air, the aftermath of pleasure leaving Tobio vulnerable and undone under your touch.

This time, it was him to speak up, “uh—can you do…do that again.”

[cryslut]

Fyodor x Dazai x Reader NSFW 18+

「 Fyodor ~ Dazai ~  Reader 」

- 18+ content ahead, pure smut, very NSFW, MDNI get outta here plz n go do ur homework

- Fem Reader

- First and Second Person POV

- CW: degradation, praise, orgasm denial, Bondage,  Voyeurism, Humiliation, Impact play, edging

I don't normally often publish nsfw works so i really hope u enjoy this, publishing this is a bit out of my comfort zone. i also don't write nsfw works a lot so plz be nicer on this one lol

↳ Fyodor + Dazai + Reader

You don't know you ended up in this situation, Dazai and Fyodor got along so well but despised each other, and their feelings for you and their jealousy got the better of them and now you're in one messy predicament. Tears and mascara running down your face, all while the two of them both put you in your place.

You made a joke you found quite humorous making fun of the two for being enemies all while mocking them and they somehow did not like this and took their opportunity to strike, which was very unlike them and out of character for them both. One thing lead to another and now you're here.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Oh my, Dazai, it seems that this little whore wants some more," Fyodor says with a mocking tone. Your eyes were filled with your own tears, your hands and legs were tied together while your back was arching and your ass was in the air, your bare cunt exposed to Fyodor who was behind you. Dazai had his throbbing dick in your mouth.

The cycle of Dazai making you gag repeatedly and Fyodor rubbing your clit in a teasing manner was torture. You couldn't let out a single word as he wouldn't let you, all you could do was moan and whine at Fyodors touch, "Be a good girl for me Малышка, and keep your pretty ass still, you keep squirming everytime I touch you" Fyodor's accent rolls off his tongue.

(Малышка - maLYSHka - babygirl)

Fyodor's hand reaches to your clit rubbing it, you struggling to hold still, trying your best to obey his command, "Good girl, you're doing so good so far," His two fingers, his index and middle, insert themselves into your tight cunt, moving them around in a playful circle like motion teasing you, causing muffled whines to leave your still-filled mouth.

Dazai moves his hips and thrusts his dick into your throat deeper causing you to choke. Fyodor moves his fingers in and out of you ever so slowly. The slow pace from Fyodor and the fast pace from Dazai completely drives you insane to the edge.

Dazai, fully satisfied with what he's done, he pulls his dick out of your mouth causing your moans and whines to be more audible. Music to Fyodor's ears as he's satisfied with teasing you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Please, Fyodor.. Faster, faster, please please," I lose my sense of self begging the man behind me but his pace only slows down and then speeds up. As he works me to the edge, I feel myself getting closer and closer, "...I'm.. gonna.. fuck.." I breathe out.

Fyodor then stops what he's doing and pulls his fingers out of me, "No no, Малышка, you're gonna be a good little toy for us both and not cum, not yet," I whine at his words and I can hear him moving behind me positioning himself, I feel his dick filling me up, as I let out breathy little moans. I look up to see Dazai just standing there smirking at the scene before him, enjoying what's going on.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Fyodor's pace on you starts off slow, barely going all the way in just barely teasing you causing several little whines out of you, Fyodor smirks at what his actions are causing. You're completely bound and helpless unable to move or do anything but squirm and wiggle around.

"You're doing so good, keep being good just for me, Малышка, the sweet sounds from you are a sweet haven to my ears," His praise gets a rise out of you and this causes you to start shifting your body back and forth, getting more desperate for his cock. Your breathing gets heavier and you pant like a dog on a leash.

He lands his hand on your bare ass forcefully causing you to yelp out while he grabs a hold of your hips and holds your body completely still. His movement begins to speed up and his breathing becomes heavier as he groans out. Moving his whole body to be on top of yours as he keeps pumping in and out of you in a fast but teasing motion.

"Fuck.. please.. more more more, Fedya, please.." Is all you can manage out, all you feel is him deep inside of you while you hear his sharp breaths and the groans he lets out, "You feel so fucking good, doll, you're so perfect for me, you're my little toy."

His pace quickens gradually, making your moans louder. You feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. His pace gets sloppy and slow as he pulls out of you before you can cum.

"You want more, doll?" His teases make you whine out your words in a breathy manner as little tears stream down your face, "Yes.. please," You beg, Fyodor reaches his hand over to you and wipes your tears away ever so slightly, he complies with your wishes and shoves his throbbing cock back into you thrusting in and out in a fast motion. Your whines and moans are audible and you can't contain them, "Right there.. right.. there."

Fyodor smirks at your words and noises, "Right here, Малышка?" He hits one spot in particular over and over again, causing you to squirm underneath him and moan louder, "Mmmhhhmm," You let out.

"I want you to get really close for me, okay, doll?" You nod your head at his words. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach grows stronger the faster he moves, the closer you get. You feel your release getting closer and closer. His pace quickens, your audible whimpers escaping your mouth fill the room, Fyodor's groans are like music to your ears.

"I'm getting close, Малышка," His tone is very breathy and somewhat shaky. Both of your moans spill out of your mouths, he finally comes to his release as you do too. Coming all over his cock as he quickly pulls out of you and letting it all out onto your back.

Dazai walks over to where Fyodor is behind you. Fyodor moves out of the way and goes to where Dazai was before, Dazai wastes no time sliding his cock into your already-used cunt. Thrusting in a slow motion, as he continuously teases you.

"Such a little pretty slut, you love being used like the little toy you are, don't you?" Fyodor lifts your head up by grabbing you by the chin forcing eye contact with him. Looking like a pretty toy with tears running down her face to him. He chuckles at the sight before him, satisfied with his and Dazai's work on you.

"You did a pretty good job for us both, darling, keep being a good whore for me," Dazai whispers into your ear, making a chill go down your spine. You squirm around in the ropes that are binding you, he grabs your tied hands getting a grip on you, "You're not going anywhere."

His actions cause you to whine at him and you move a little to get him to move faster. He takes note of your frustration and smirks, "Getting needy now, are we?"

"Stop your teasing, Dazai, and please go faster," He pulls his cock slightly out of your cunt and then slams it back into you. A loud yelp like moan leaves your mouth, "Fuck.." You let out. He continues this same thrusting pattern, causing you to get more frustrated moving around on him more and more. He grabs a hold of your hips with one hand uses his other hand to grab you by the throat and pulls you closer to him.

His hand tightening around your neck, making you slightly lose some oxygen, your eyes roll into the back of your head as he continuously rams into you again and again. Your whimpers and moans become more frequent and louder and he becomes more aggressive with his thrusts.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you, letting us use you like this. You get off to this don't you, fucking whore. God.. you feel so fucking good, darling," Dazai's voice is breathy and his groans and moans in between words are music to your ears.

"Don't break her, Dazai, cause it looks like our doll, is slowly going brain dead," Fyodor speaks up and Dazai looks at him, "That just makes it more fun, she's already a brain dead little whore anyways. Look at her.." He chuckles to himself, feeling confident and satisfied.

"You wanna cum, darling? Hmm?" Dazai teases as you nod your head, "Use your words, darling."

"Yes, please. Let me cum, Dazai," He smirks at your words, "That's a good girl," He picks up his pace, still thrusting roughly again and again. His movement goes faster and faster until you both can feel your release coming closer, "I'm getting close, darling," He grunts and moans between words make you feel closer.

"Fuck.. faster, Dazai, please," You beg, his pace quickens more and a knot forms in your stomachs, you come to your climax, Dazai panting in your ear, your whines becoming calmer as you catch your breath. Dazai pulls out and comes exactly where Fyodor did, all over your back.

Loud breathing fills the room, Fyodor smirking at the both of you. Dazai starts to untie you as Fyodor kisses your forehead, "You did so well, Малышка."

[babygirl-panda19]

~You're such a good girl~

✨ Vi!arcane x fem!reader ✨

Warning: PLZ IF UR NOT 18+ GO AWAY!!! other than that plz enjoy this fluffy, smut that has been in my brain the last few weeks 💓

Side note: This is my very first writing so plz bare with me if I make any mistakes

Criticism is welcomed bullying is not!

NSFW undercut

It's been 3 years since you and Vi have started dating. When she first reappeared, all the feelings and emotions you thought you had suppressed came flooding back to the surface. It took little to no time for you to spill all your feelings to her. Of course she felt the same, she actually loved you since you two were children. Even more so while she was locked up, you and powder were the only two things that made her keep going.

Now dating for 3 years almost 4, you can safely say Vi was an expert in getting you wet with just one glance from her. Well let's be honest everything about her just turns you on.

Vi loved to be in control, top or bottom, you knew you had zero control especially when she has you split her open while she pets you calling you her good girl.

" That's it baby, ahh, yes" Vi says, holding your hips helping you set pace while fucking her. Throwing her head back you can't help but admire her tits as they bounce. Holding her right leg up with your left hand, your right hand comes up to play with her tits, pinching... squeezing.

Feeling your hands on her tits made her look up. Faster than you can blink she moves your hand off and grabs your chin, pulling you forward. Causing you to thrust deeper. "Ahh, fuck, who said you can touch?" She said looking straight into your eyes. Halting all movements you move your hands to the side of her head "I'm sorry Vi I'm sorry" eyes swelling with tears you plea making the best puppy eyes you can.

You didn't want to stop. You can't stop. Being able to fuck Vi knowing it's you her ~good girl~ making her gasp, moan and cum. It's making you gush all over the soft material of the strap Vi herself put on you. Tightening it where the middle string is constantly rubbing your clit with every thrust you make.

"It's ok baby, you're my good little puppy right? You do what you're told." Her hand slid to the back of your head and yanked your head back. "Since you like my tits so much why don't you put that little mouth of yours to use and suck em?" Leaning on one elbow the other hand is still in your hair. Bringing your head to her chest. "Don't forget to keep fuckin me baby you make me feel so good baby." Excitement courses throughout your body you slowly set pace and you gently lay Vi back who lays back willingly. Placing both hands on the back of her knees you bring them up to her chest. "Oh fuck baby." leaning down letting the flat of your tongue lick her left nipple then you move to the right. Licking up the middle then placing your whole mouth on her left tit sucking and licking as if your life depends on it. "Yes! Oh fuck yes baby! That's it come on faster"

Her hand that wasn't in your hair slips in between your bodies and finds her clit. Rubbing hard she moans so loud that you worry you will get a noise complaint from your neighbors. But looking through your lashes while latched to her tits, the sight you see is engraved in your head.

Vi, head thrown back, eyes closed, jaw slacked, chest rapidly going up and down. Her muscular arms flexing with every rub she gives her clit. Her legs that you were holding down tense up. You know she's about to cum. Your pace speeds up, you're pounding her. Her eyes open and she smiles.

"fuck that's it, make me cum baby" She's looking right into your eyes. You feel it too your gonna cum.

"fuck come with me baby come with me don't stop don't s-" she freezes her legs shake, she squirts all over your tummy and strap. "Fuck! Ahhh!"

The sight is too beautiful you feel the hard rub of the strap between your legs and you too squirt all over yourself. "Fuck Vi!!!" Screaming and shaking your knees almost buckle. You slow down to a halt.

Mouth still lapping at her chest you lay your body on Vi. Letting out small moans.

VI with eyes closed legs of jelly embraces you. Taking deep breaths "fuck baby...your such a good girl...good girl...making me cum.." with a smirk she pets your head.

You have no idea what happens next cuz you're sure you blacked out after hearing her praise you.

(sorry for the weird ending...I had no idea how to end it 😅 plz let me know what you think I would really appreciate it ❤️)

[theragethatisdesire]

i’m sorry ur not feeling well 🥺💗 sending you positive vibes tonight!!

for the slumber party plz tell me allll about your favourite character that you don’t currently write about 🙊 i wanna hear all the secret deets

HEY TIFFFFF i appreciate it :( i hope i'm not like being annoying venting on here i'm just so miz and i know my irls are sick of hearing it lolol anyways!!!!

okay my current obsession is gojo. and bc i haven't actually started the fic yet, i don't technically write for him often, only per request. does that count? idk i wanna talk ab gojo lol

just gonna throw everything below a cut because idk where i'm headed with this. minors stay away!

this is like, canonical, but gojo's so fucking annoying LMAO like i just know he is the most obnoxious, can't-sit-still, sarcastic asshole on the planet. he really makes it hard to love him sometimes.

this....is not a spoiler for a fic i'm def not writing (wink wink) but i just don't think gojo could really properly fall for someone who was not powerful. like i think part of his distance from others is his (admitted) narcissism that is somewhat well-earned considering he is....gojo fucking satoru. he needs someone that is at least somewhat towards the top of their ranks in whatever they do.

i also feel like gojo would be encouraging to a fault? like always pushing you further towards your goals, stepping in obnoxiously if your boss doesn't notice you've been working your ass off for a promotion (again, annoying). like he won't rest until you've made progress.

gojo also gets baby girl-ified WAY too much

like hear me out

we see him through the eyes of the kids/around his students in most of s1, and that's not to say he doesn't have the potential to be a playful, lighthearted person *when he wants to be*

but remember that scene of him talking to the jujustu higher-up where the guy tells him to watch his mouth and gojo laughs in his fucking face??

he's an egotistical, all-powerful, ballsy maniac. like gojo is not braiding your hair and cooing in your ear 24/7.

he is slowly backing you into a wall and taking what he wants from you. like sorry he just is.

also gojo strikes me as someone who is ....nasty. like, blood and knife play, gun play, psychopathic kind of nasty in the bedroom. idk if i would personally ever write that, but he's been through so much and seen so much gore you know that that's fucked with his....tastes, so to speak

i do think however that gojo would be absolutely devoted to his partner

like it would take him forever to come around and accept that he now felt responsible for protecting yet another person and that he had accidentally formed a connection (i see gojo as also having a very weird relationship with his humanity vs. his divinity but more on that another time)

but once he's around? he's in it for life. i mean, even if you don't ship stsg, you must acknowledge that gojo has never been willing to truly let geto go. he couldn't kill him, refused to believe geto had done that even though geto was showing signs of deteriorating mentally.

he's the same way with his partner. good luck breaking up with gojo because it's going to be a years long process.

gojo loves someone who can push back at him. he doesn't want an entirely submissive partner (kinda like eren!)

he likes someone who will put him in his place, has a sharp tongue, isn't afraid to stand up for themselves or others.

love language is absolutely gift-giving like that man has to spoil his partner he can't help it

size kink. turns his infinity on mid-sex to punish you. wants to have sex where he stands overlooking tokyo in the s1 opening. always takes the blindfold off during sex. huge public sex guy. i said what i said. it's hard being correct.

i could literally go on for HOURS tiff you have no idea the grip this man has on me. i cannot wait to write this fic!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!

thanks for coming to my slumber party lovie kisses from me to u :)

[philliamwrites]

Tw for body image issues

Ok, so what about eren x virgin reader. Shes kinda nervous, 1 for the pain, cause his hands are bigger then hers, let alone his dick so shes a bit 💫scared💫 but erens just super sweet and gentle and saying how they can stop whenever. Reader also wants to fuck with the lights off. Erens taking off her clothes but shes still covering up and hes saying shes beautiful but she says something like "but u havnt seen all of me, u may not like the rest" and he is just 💫not havin it💫 cause he thinks shes beautiful, he will not tolerate a debate rn. he grabs her wrists to hold above her head so she cant cover up and just goes to town kissing all down her body, then he gets to down there and says something like "hmm, idk if u deserve my tongue rn, only good girls get what they want. Be a good girl and say ur beautiful for me" so she does but hes not playing fair, he goes back to her neck and leaves hickeys all the way down her body. Just adoring her, being all sweet and saying all this nice stuff. But also being dirty cause boys got a mouth on him xD

He is just relentless in his praise, but also mean cause he knows you wanna go the easy route and cover up and shy away, but he is refusing. He will pick u up and fibger u against the wall, just to prove ur not heavy. Boy will eat u out for hours but u can only come when hes convinced that u beleive him.

"Say it, or ill stop right now..."

"Fine, im pretty, now plz let me cum!"

"I can hear it in your voice that your just saying that, i need u to beleive it" and thr fucker just keeps teasing u like that.

Mans is ruthless 🥴🥴

Sorry it took me a while to get back to you nonny!!

But damn, why you hitting me so hard where my own insecurities lie omggg 😭😭😭

Warnings: fem!Reader x Eren; mirror sex, vaginal sex, cockwarming (kinda)

But for real, listen, Eren would make sure your first time with him goes as smooth as possible. Mr. Tough-Guy Tattoos On His Knuckles’ favourite movie is Up and HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC. He’ll make sure that you feel safe and damn, he’s been in relationships before, but he’s never felt THIS driven to put his everything into making sure that you feel save, loved, and understood.

I’m talking about him going the extra mile to make it all as comfortable and inviting and relaxing as possible. Clean bed sheets (smelling like him), some nice candles for the mood, your favourite comfort movie, take-out. You guys would also have had long conversations about do’s and don’ts, something that Eren was very adamant on having even though you were unsure and afraid that it would prove more how unexperienced you are.

But when you two fuck, he’s so super aware and tuned to how you react to everything he says, every time he touches you. My boy can’t comprehend how you can’t see how absolutely drop dead gorgeous you are—the face you make when he drills into you, the sweet moans floating to his ears when he drapes your legs over his shoulders and eats you out, the way your body jerks and spasms when you’re so high on pleasure that your eyes roll back—he’s like a man on a mission to make you see it for yourself.

So I’ll raise you one: MIRROR SEX. EREN WILL FUCK YOU WHILE MAKING YOU WATCH YOURSELF IN A MIRROR. You know it. I know it. We all know it. He finds something he needs to do and it’s all he’ll think about until it’s done. Having you on his lap, bouncing you on his dick as though your life depends on it, all while looking at yourself.

“Still thinking you’re not pretty?” he mumbles against your neck, scraping the tender flesh with his teeth. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you can already see bruises forming.

“I—I’m—” You can’t even form a full sentence, mind foggy with pleasure. Your whole body is tense from how crazy good Eren’s dick feels. Seeing how it disappears inside you, how easily he moves you on top of him as though you weigh nothing (it makes you think vulgar, nasty things, something new you’ve learnt about yourself: that you’re just a fleshlight for Eren’s pleasure, that he can use you however he wants, fill you up whenever he wants and somehow thinking this makes your blood run hotter, your quivering thighs putting more effort into moving your body on top of his)—

“Fuck, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Eren asks. He slings an arm around your waist and holds you still, which gives you a pause from him abusing your hole with his ridiculous large dick, but now there’s constant pressure against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your head rolls back on his shoulder and you take big, deep breaths, trying to relax.

“Babe, come on.” His hands wander up to your tits, squeezing them, pinching your hard nipples. “We agreed you wouldn’t look away.”

“It’s just… so much,” you reply, your voice thick with pleasure. Eren’s hands stop exploring your body for a moment.

“Want me to stop?”

Just the thought sends a bolt of horror through you. You quickly shake your head, not trusting your own voice. Eren chuckles into the crook of your neck.

“Then open your eyes for me. Pretty please.”

You blink your eyes open. Eren rewards you with a sweet kiss to your cheek. His hands knead your tense muscles in your thighs, your lower back. “That’s my good girl.”

Another new thing you’ve learnt: hearing Eren’s praises makes your knees wobble and warmth spread inside your chest. You want to be good for him. You want to please him and make him happy. When he taps your chin tenderly, you turn your head and look at yourself in the mirror.

“See, so pretty for me. You think so too, don’t you? That you’re beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful angel.”

His honey-smooth voice is like sweet balm to your heated skin, but the words are flames burning you from the inside. Instinct dictates you to hide your face, draw into yourself like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Since you take too long to answer, Eren catches your chin between thumb and index finger and forces you to look back at yourself in the mirror. “You gotta say it too. Or else I won’t move.”

“Ohhh, come one, Eren. Please,” you whine, circling your hips to get some friction. He stops you by holding onto your waist.

“Say it. Or else we’ll stop.”

He leaves you no wiggling room—literally.

“’m pr’tty,” you mumble, not meeting your own eyes in the reflection.

“What?” Eren runs his mouth along your jawline. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I—I’m pretty,” you repeat, a little louder but your voice quivers and your heart isn’t into it.

Eren, of course, notices.

“Hmmm, you don’t sound too convinced to me.” He squishes your cheeks with one hand while the other sneaks down, past your soft belly to where you two are connected. “How about this: you say it like you mean it and I’ll reward you.” To give you a taste of his promise, he brushes the rough pads of his fingers over your clit in slow, lazy circles. “Try again.”

This man is no joke 🥵🥵

He’ll give you plenty opportunities to rethink your opinion on yourself because he’ll worship your body and tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are every chance he gets. NEXT STEP: TEACHING YOU HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF WITH SOME SOFTLY GUIDED SELF PLEASURING JESUS SOMEONE LOCK THIS GUY UP—

[thotsforvillainrights]

Could we get some Lady Nagant smut with an s/o that’s a service top plz? Let’s spice things up with some oral, dildos, handcuffs and squirting if that’s something ur comfortable with- If not feel free to tone it down. Thanks!!!

(I apologize for being late to this! I’ll try to squeeze it all in nicely but forgive me if I get off track...I tend to do that way too often lol)

~Midnight Escapades~

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-Kaina was usually pretty content with the way things are. She put you first and silently watched as everything unfolded day by day. The only thing she wanted in return was for you to treat her the way she treated you. Lucky for her, you complied with her wishes. For example, sometimes you had to cancel date night for work or to visit family/friends. She nodded quietly no matter what she thought about the situation. In return, you made it up to her by spending that very next free day with her, from start to finish. Sometimes she couldn’t afford to get you the one thing you wanted right when you wanted it. Missions were running cold during this time of the year after all. You understood her and accepted it with a full heart even if you were a little sad deep down inside. In return, when she made good payment again, she bought you what you wanted and more. Your relationship was always a good 50/50 and this included the bedroom as well. You were content with that.

-You’d do anything to put her first and this included listening to her exact direction. So when you found yourselves awake during the midnight hour, hands playing tag on each others bodies, you knew there was no way you’d just be able to go back to sleep. No work tomorrow, no responsibilities either? It was all you needed to hear before folding under her touch and vice versa. Tonight it was her turn. “Turn it up a little bit. Don’t be gentle now that we’ve come this far Y/N.” Her voice was a bit shaky but those eyes were demanding what only you could give. You nodded and clicked the setting on the toy before slowly using it to thrust back into her at a consistent pace. She was already so wet and you wanted it so bad but it was her turn tonight so you’d have to do what she said. She wasn’t being so generous right now. You knew she’d make it up to you later so you hold tight to it all.

-”Fuck, push it deeper. Why are you being so sweet right now? Don’t stop there. Keep going until I cum~” You nodded and hesitated for just a moment, thinking of whether or not you’d be overstepping the boundaries by turning the speed up on the vibrator again. Ultimately you decided against it since she hadn’t instructed for that. Your eyes filled with a bit more determination to serve your purpose to her. Watching her get so close to the edge was like a personal torture however. To hold yourself back from what she was presenting right in front of you? It was enough to bring anyone to their knees. The moment she came close to the edge she opened her once tightly closed eyes and stared directly at you, gasping breathlessly before uttering your name in a ragged tone. You even sat patiently and watched her come down from her high. Finally she smiled at you and you knew it was your turn now. “Get over by the headboard and stay on your knees.” She directed you once more. You wasted no time in doing so.

-She’d rummaged around in the top drawer before pulling out a shimmery set of handcuffs. She cuffed you to the headboard, hands behind your back with enough stretch to still do as she wanted you to do. “Now eat it.” You’d do as you’re told right? Of course you would. So you took your time and let your tongue guide the way until she interjected with any other commands she might have in the moment. Right now she didn’t want to admit it but her mind was nearly mush by the way you were doing it just right. So when she came in your mouth (and came for a 2nd time), you were feeling a bit proud of yourself. The cherry on top was the squirting considering she didn’t do it often enough in bed. She’d uncuffed you finally and gave you the one command you’d been waiting all night to hear...”Cum with me then?” Without a minute of hesitation. In return, the next time you met in bed it would be her under your control and bending to your every will/command.

[ggukiepie]

so good

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: just some steamy sex with your boyfriend jk

tags: established relationship, smut, literally pwp, the plot is maybe two sentences long lmao, a little bit of fluff

warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader, kissing, a little bit of cock warming, bondage (handcuffs !), pet names <33, spanking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal play, anal fingering, reader kinda goes into subspace at the end, unprotected sex (!! plz be safe), creampie, i think that's it

wc: 3.3k

a/n: first one shot im releasing that is smutttt yay <33 requests are open and like, reblog, tell me ur thoughts on this one shot !! / masterlist

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“Stop,” Jungkook says. This is the second time he’s said it and you know deep down if you keep going, he’s going to snap pretty soon. Your body stills as you’re perched on his lap, arms around his neck and legs trapping his, face buried in the crook of his neck. His cock is inside you and he’s so undeniably hard that you’re trying your best not to move.

You can still feel his arms move, fingers moving quickly on his keyboard as he’s still playing Overwatch. He’s been playing for hours and you were bored. And horny. Horny because he was such a tease this morning—you were making breakfast and he had come up behind you, grinded his hips against yours as he oh so innocently asked if you could make him breakfast as well. And it wasn’t just that. He teased you while you both ate breakfast. He teased you when you showered, surprisingly joining you in the shower but not touching you at all. Then he ignored you and started playing, so you whined and whined until he said you could come sit on his lap and wait while he finished.

You roll your hips just to get back at him. He hisses through his teeth. You smile to yourself.

“Baby,” he warns and you roll your hips again, even daring yourself to start kissing up the column of his neck. “Stop moving or I’ll spank you.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “As if,” you say as you grind down against his hips. “You’re too busy playing.”

He drops one hand to squeeze your waist in warning. You’re going to get what you want, finally, even though you’d probably be punished first. But you don't mind. You loved it even, craved for it. And you knew Jungkook loved this little game you both were playing as well.

Suddenly it’s quiet and you realize he closed the game. “Bed. Now,” is all he says. He sounds so serious so you have no choice but to stand up and walk quickly to the bed. You know this by now. Everything comes second nature to you that your body moves on its own. You take your shirt off so you’re finally naked and then you kneel on the bed and look down.

You don’t dare look up as you hear him moving around the room. Excitement is coursing through your veins and you can’t help but fidget in your position. Sure, you had to push a few of his buttons to get him to snap and give you what you want. You were probably going to get punished for it but it was fine. It was—

“Hands.”

Your head snaps up and your eyes zero in on the handcuffs he’s holding in front of you. Your eyes widen. Okay, so maybe you pushed him a little too far. He looks so serious, eyes brooding and staring straight at you. You’re frozen in place as he stares down on you.

“Don’t make me ask again, sweetheart.”

His voice snaps you from your trance and you bring both hands up. He cuffs your wrists silently and you feel goosebumps across your skin. You’re not sure if it’s from the cold metal or the scary look on his face. His eyes roam your body, from your lips to your perked nipples and down to your core. Your cheeks redden from his burning gaze.

“Ass up and head down, baby. You know the drill.”

Your mouth opens in surprise. “But—”

He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want me to get the whip?” You shake your head quickly and get into position but it’s hard because your hands are handcuffed. Jungkook knows this as well and he enjoys seeing you struggle as you try to get on all fours. You end up leaning on your elbows with your face pressed against the mattress. You spread your knees and arch your back, not in the slightest bit embarrassed that he’s now seeing how wet you are.

He places his hand on your back and you jump at his soothing touch. He rubs your skin soothingly but you know he’s just doing that to get you to relax. “Count to fifteen for me, okay?” he says lowly. “And if you make a mistake, we’ll start all over again.”

Before you can even reply you feel his palm smacking your ass, his big hand hitting your right cheek and your body jolting in surprise. You feel the pain shoot down all the way to your toes. “O-one,” you choke out. Despite this you arch your back even further.

Jungkook chuckles and rubs your skin slowly. “My naughty baby,” he says softly. “Didn’t listen to me at all,” he continues and slaps your ass again, this time the left cheek.

“Two,” you whisper hoarsely. “I’m sorry, I’m—”

Another hit. You count again. And again and again. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, really. You want to evade his slaps but you also want more. Jungkook’s slapping your ass and you’re counting and you want him to stop but at the same time you don’t because it just feels so good. It’s making your head fuzzy, the pain that’s spreading through your body but also making you incredibly wet. Your pussy is dripping, can tell from the way you feel it coating your inner thighs.

Another slap. This time it’s on the skin where your ass and thigh meet. “Six,” you croak out.

Jungkook laughs from behind you and pinches your butt. “Wrong number. Again.”

You try to shuffle from your position. Your elbows are starting to hurt from leaning on it for too long. Your ass is on fire and you’re sure you won’t be able to sit down properly tomorrow. “No—” you try to argue, try to wiggle from away but Jungkook’s holding your waist firmly. He’s rubbing smoothing circles on your skin but it’s not doing anything for you.

“We can always stop. You just have to say the word.” He touches your core this time, his fingers teasing your clit. You moan and press back further into him. “Seems like you even like it. My little pain slut.” He pinches your clit and you gasp.

“Again please. Slap me again. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you rush out. Your brain is fuzzy and you feel everything and nothing at once. You want to feel the pain. You want to prove that you can handle it. Want to make Jungkook happy. To please him.

He says nothing more and slaps your ass. You start counting from one again and he keeps going and you don’t tell him to stop. You’re crying by the tenth slap, shoulders pressed against the bed and your arms stretched out in front of you. Jungkook alternates from rubbing your skin affectionately to slapping you harshly.

“Last one, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me.�� He’s rubbing your ass and you feel his thumb press down on your rim and you absolutely keen, the filthiest moan coming out of your mouth and your spine stretching even further. “God,” he laughs. “Such a fucking slut, hm?” he chastises and presses down even harder. Your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars. The pleasure feels so good. His hand feels so good. “A fucking slut who’d take anything I’d give, right?”

You nod because you can’t say anything else, mind too ridden in pleasure.

Jungkook slaps you for the last time. One harsh smack that leaves a handprint on your left cheek and you hear it echo in the room.

“Fifteen,” you shriek. “Thank you, I’m sorry—” You’re babbling now. You feel Jungkook lean over you, his body covering yours as he kisses up your spine, your neck to your ear.

“My good girl,” he says so softly as if he didn’t slap you more than twenty times. He nibbles your earlobe and you shiver. “Took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.

“I want you,” you beg. “Please, I want you now.” You feel his body leave you and suddenly you’re craving for his warmth again. But then you feel his mouth on your pussy, his tongue licking into you and you groan. “More.” You press further into your face as he eats you out. “Want more. Please.”

“Greedy girl,” he says as he sucks on your clit. Your orgasm is coming embarrassingly close. It just feels so good. His tongue is swirling on your clit, collecting your juices that he laps up like he’s starved. He pleasures you so well that your thighs are shaking. You’re almost there, almost feel the knot in your stomach snap.

But then Jungkook leans back just as you’re about to orgasm. He’s mean. Jungkook is so undeniably mean sometimes that you want to smack him for it. Want to reach down with your own hands and make yourself come but you can’t because you’re fucking handcuffed.

You whine out loud and more tears stream down your cheeks. “Jungkook,” you say, so wound up and frustrated and tired. All the while he’s laughing at your demise. Laughing at the way you struggle and squirm. Suddenly, he flips you and your back is on the mattress, eyes blown out and looking straight at him.

He hovers over your body and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Look so pretty when you cry, baby.” You pout at him and he grins.

He kisses you and you arch your back to get closer to him. His lips feel so good against yours, mouth opening slightly to let his tongue slither into yours and lick into your mouth. The kiss is messy and wet and it’s just the way Jungkook likes when he’s riled up like this. Likes it messy when he’s being mean and you let him anyway because you love it as well. He leans back and squeezes your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to open your mouth. You know what’s coming, can tell from the gleam in his eyes and the way he stares at your mouth. You put your tongue out and open your mouth even wider. He doesn’t even have to ask.

“God, you're filthy,” he says but spits in your mouth anyway. It hits your tongue and your hips roll up involuntarily. You swallow and open your mouth to show him, loving the way he looks at you like this. “Good girl.” He loops your cuffed hands around his neck so you’re trapped underneath him. His fingers trail down your body, pinching your nipples and then down to your clit where he circles it with two fingers.

“Jungkook,” you moan out. He’s rubbing your clit so quickly now and he’s also nipping at your neck, biting until the skin blossoms into pretty shades of pink. You’re coming before you know it, legs shaking and hips moving up and down. Still, his fingers don’t stop its assault on your cunt.

“Another one, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear. “Let go for me.”

You close your eyes and focus on the way he’s playing with your clit. You’re not even embarrassed that he’s making you come again just from touching your clit alone. You feel your orgasm building up, the coil in your stomach becoming tight and then snapping. And then you feel the bliss, feel it all over your body that you don’t even moan or make a sound. You’re crying again from how good it feels.

Finally, finally Jungkook slows down his fingers. He kisses your forehead and looks down at you with his doe eyes. You can’t even focus on him, too busy trying to even your breathing. “So beautiful for me.” He thrusts two fingers into your core and you babble out his name over and over again. You feel full just from his fingers and you think you might come again.

“Need to stretch you out,” he huffs. He’s still wearing his boxers but you can see how hard he is already.

You shake your head. “Want you now.” He ignores you and continues fucking you with his fingers. “Jungkook,” you plead. “Need your cock. Please, please— I’ve been good,” you all but beg.

Suddenly he withdraws his hands and leans a bit back to take his boxers out, his cock springing out to slap against his stomach because he’s so big and hard and—it’s throbbing. He wants you just as much as you want him right now. He presses his body to yours as he holds his cock, rubbing its tip against your pussy to gather the juices. And then in one swift motion he enters you, filling you to the hilt where his pelvis is pressed against yours.

“Feels so tight,” he groans out. “Feel so good for me baby. God,” he chokes.

You’re at a loss for words, too focused on the feeling of being so full. He starts thrusting and he hits your g-spot right away.

“Faster,” you moan. You encircle your legs around his waist and bring him closer. He’s careful not to crush you so he places his forearms on either side of your head. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist and you push him even deeper, feeling him deep in your stomach. You can feel his cock brushing against your cervix and you arch your back even more, already unaware of the loud moans escaping your mouth. “Jungkook, I’m—”

He hikes your legs over his shoulders and because your cuffed hands are around his neck both of your bodies are pressed against each other, not a bit of space to separate you both. It feels like you’ve been folded in half and your legs are starting to ache but it feels so good. “God, look at you,” Jungkook breathes out as he keeps the punishing pace of his hips against yours, hands holding your thighs so tightly you’re sure it’s going to bruise. “Wanna wreck you, wanna—”

“I’m close,” you cry out and this time you’re not even embarrassed that you’re about to come again.

Jungkook starts kissing your jaw, nose pressed to your cheek as you feel his teeth nibbling your skin. “Come for me, baby. Want you to make a mess.”

And you do. You come from his filthy words, from the way his cock feels inside your pussy, from the way he’s holding you tightly. Your vision blurs for a moment and you cry from how good it feels, how your legs start to feel like static and everything’s wet and messy but you want more. Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm until you whine and tell him to slow down. Then he maneuvers your bodies until you’re on top of him and your hands are free of the handcuffs. You didn’t even realize he’s taken it off, your head too high up in the clouds and stuck in that feeling of pleasure and euphoria. You still feel his cock inside you, so big and heavy and it’s twitching. But Jungkook isn’t moving and is rubbing your wrists instead to try to ease the pain of being handcuffed for too long.

“You good?” he asks quietly and you look into his eyes, see the concern in it but there’s a bit pleasure in there too. You nod and kiss his nose, a small but sweet gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by him because he’s smiling as well.

“Wanna keep going,” you say, voice hoarse and quiet from all the screaming you’ve done earlier. You start kissing down his neck, biting down on that sweet spot of his and it’s his turn to moan out loud. “Want you to fill me up, please.”

“Ride me baby. Be good and bounce on my cock for me, yeah?”

You nod quickly and start moving your hips up and down, resting your hands on his chest to go even faster. Your legs start to shake but you don’t care. You keep going despite the ache, the fatigue, despite the fact that your pussy feels so used but it still feels so good. But Jungkook’s helping you as well, hands on your waist to help you move up and down, words of encouragement and praise escaping his lips.

You feel yourself tighten around him, feel that coil tightening and wanting to snap. Your body feels so light but so heavy at the same time just begging for a release. You feel the wetness between your legs, to where you’re connected, to where it’s dripping down your thighs. You hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin. You feel rather than see Jungkook’s hands gripping your ass, squeezing the flesh between his long fingers. You feel his hand moving to your other hole, to the puckered rim that he played with a few moments ago. You push against him and moan again, wanting to tell him you want more but failing to get the words out your mouth because you’re too lost in the pleasure.

But Jungkook knows your body so well. “Greedy girl,” he says. “Always wanting more, huh?” he asks as you continue to bounce on his cock. You nod, the words barely processing in your pleasure muddled mind. His middle finger presses against your rim, not pushing it in but just applying pressure. Still, the coil inside you snaps and you feel your pussy gushing, your wetness coating your thighs and his chest and it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to start fucking into you, his pleasure taking control to reach that high he’s been holding off for so long.

“Come inside me, please,” you whimper as you let him use you, brushing away the sensitivity that’s building in your body.

“You feel so fucking tight, so fucking good, God,” he huffs out as he finally comes inside you, hips stilling against yours and cock twitching inside you. You feel him fill you up, so undeniably full and tired but so good.

You both stay like that for a while, with you on top of him and his arms around your waist, touching you everywhere while he’s leaving kisses on your neck.

His finger circles your rim again and you shiver but you don’t say anything. You both know you can tell him to stop and he will if you say so, but you stay quiet so he pushes his finger in.

“Jungkook,” you croak. God, you’re so tired but you want more.

His pace is slow inside your ass. “Think you can come for me like this, princess?”

You nod because you’re too tired to speak. He takes his finger out to gather your wetness around your pussy then enters your ass once more, wiggling his finger inside your walls and eliciting a tired and quiet moan out of you. After a while he presses another finger inside and it’s so tight and you feel so full, his dick inside your pussy and two fingers inside your ass. He thrusts his fingers a little bit faster and you feel your orgasm building again. You’ve lost count. Maybe you were at your fourth? You didn’t know.

Suddenly you’re coming, so silent because you’re tired and spent and then Jungkook retracts his fingers out. “So good to me. So perfect. You did so well baby,” he whispers into your hair. He moves to sit up but you shake your head and tighten your arms around his neck.

“Don’t leave me,” you say as tears stream down your face. You don’t know why you’re crying.

“Gotta clean you up, baby—”

“No,” you cry out and hug him even closer to you. “Rest first,” you breathe out. “Please.”

Your arms are tight around him as you try to slow down your breathing. Whimpering every so often when Jungkook’s hands brush over your ass. He rubs soothing circles down your spine, whispering into your hair words you can’t make out and kissing your forehead from time to time.

A beat of silence, and then, “Did I go too far?” he quietly asks.

You shake your head again. “I just…” You shiver from his touch. “Just need to calm down.”

“I love you,” he says, kissing your head, pressing his lips into your hair and rubbing his nose gently against it. He continues rubbing his hands up and down your back. You feel his heartbeat through his chest, slowly and soothing which puts you at ease.

“I love you too, Kook,” you murmur into his chest. “Love you so much.”

[theladyismyshepard]

I love your characterizations of the daughters and all of your imagines they are fantastic! i was wondering would it be okay to request an imagine where the reader says to the daughters like during an argument or something,“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” and they all react to her in different ways? plz take ur time with the imagines and don’t feel pressured/rushed as ik writing should be something that is fun and not feel like a chore, thank you for all the content you have written so far :)

@frustratinglyinquisitive also maybe this could double as your #28 prompt? 🥺👉👈

Why Does Everyone Wanna Kiss Me So Bad?

The sunset was shining bright enough to sting and obscure eyesight, but that didn’t stop you from staring up into the pink and orange hues. Every time you blinked, the phantom flash of the sun still danced along your eyelids, leaving a glare across your vision. You weren’t even bothered by it, not when this numbness had clung itself to you, leaving you idle and just there. You flexed your fingers, and it rattled the chains locked around your wrists, bringing you back to where you were.

The boxed confinement you were trapped in felt more of a cage rather than the carriage bumping along the rocky trail that led you to your new prison — yes, Castle Dimitrescu sounded to be just another form of punishment, though you were uncertain as to why you were to be moved from Heisenberg’s watch to Lady Dimitrescu’s estate. You could hardly call it a step up from the twisted games he forced you to play within his factory.

You were sure you were on borrowed time and it was nearly time to collect, and you were certain that time had come when the four Lords surrounded you with Mother Miranda playing the head of the beast, leaving you cowering on the floor. The familiar iron hammer and the stench of billowing cigar smoke was on your right.

Standing next to him was quite possibly one of the ugliest... things you’d ever seen. A cloak hid a majority of his body, but you had the suspicion that the misshaped person next to Heisenberg wasn’t entirely human... you got that vibe from everyone in the room. Especially the weird doll that couldn’t seem to reign in its excitement as it bounced in the veiled woman’s lap seated next to Mother Miranda.

There was nothing human about the golden eyes that peered into yours from under the brim of a wide hat. They seemed calculating, curious, if not a tad bit confused as they surveyed your weak form. You looked away, unable to handle the weight of the woman’s gaze, and that was how you caught Mother Miranda’s bright eyes cutting into you from behind her bird-like mask.

“Oh, how I have been waiting to meet you, little one.” her voice demanded respect, but all you could do was gawk. “You are a stubborn thing, I’ve heard.”

Her gaze slowly crept over to Heisenberg as she said it, and you couldn’t help but feel a tremor of fright at his angered snarl, his arms crossed petulantly. It was true, you had endured many weeks at the hands of the leather-clad man, and while he did his worst, you refused to succumb to his torture, though for how much longer, you couldn’t say.

“I cannot fathom what keeps you here, but there is nothing special about the common human.” said Mother Miranda, and the mounting irritation was crystal clear. “You might have one looking like a dog chasing its own tail, but let us see how you fare in Castle Dimitrescu.”

You could immediately tell who dwelled there with the way the woman wearing white was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. She was completely predatory and was feeding off of Heisenberg’s disgrace and fury, and between the two, you weren’t sure who the best option was, not when her eyes turned to you and she looked like she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you.

“Do not worry, Mother Miranda,” the woman promised, already moving to stand, and the way she towered over you had your neck craned straight upward. “It’s been some time since my daughters had a plaything.”

That comment alone had the other occupants of the room guffawing and whistling. Everyone seemed to thoroughly enjoy the prospect of her daughters getting their hands on you, even Heisenberg had his eyebrows arched in surprise. Who the hell are these girls? Mother Miranda seemed to know and that was all that mattered.

“You are about to see what real monsters are.”

And that was how you found yourself roughly chained up inside the carriage that guided you to Castle Dimitrescu. You weren’t entirely sure why it was such a slap in the face to Heisenberg, but he seemed rather indignant as he loaded you up, spitting insults through the whole process.

You couldn’t say for sure how long you had been traveling, but it was enough to have all of your joints achey and your ass numb by the time it was all said and done. Hell, it was long enough to feel the temperature drop as you trekked back around the mountains that stood between the factory and the castle. Though that wasn’t to say that you were in any big rush to get there. In fact, your heart dropped when the carriage came to an abrupt halt.

Panic gripped at your heart, and it felt as though fingers squeezed tightly around it. It left you motionless where you sat, wide eyes glued to the door that you were shoved in through. You could hear Heisenberg muttering and rustling as he approached, but aside from that, you couldn’t hear the distinct clanking of his iron hammer. He had such little faith in your survival skills that he didn’t even bother with arming himself to release you. Not that he needed to... You’ve seen what he can become, and you’ve seen what he houses in his factory. He’d kill you dead in a few seconds flat if you tried anything.

But at this point, what did you have to lose? Mother Miranda made it very clear that you were to be eliminated at the hands of these daughters, so did it really matter if you died at the doorstep or in the dungeon? You might have accepted death, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t put up a last fight out of pure stubbornness. So that was how you had every intention of kicking forcefully at the door once it began creeping open to have him stumble back, possibly cracking him straight in the nose in the process, but that didn’t go as planned right off the bat.

Not when the door was nearly ripped right off the hinges in the haste to open, leaving you jarred, mouth hanging. The sunlight was now faded and replaced by the beams of the moon, but it was a bright night, leaving you capable of seeing that this was definitely not Heisenberg. And neither was she... or her. Uh oh.

“Mother! She’s here!” squealed the redheaded girl closest to you, clapping happily.

“Thank you for the gift, Mother,” said the brunette, her smirk not reaching her dead eyes.

“We will not disappoint you.” promised the blonde, her eyes observing your every move like a hawk.

“Have fun, daughters, but do remember that this one comes special from Mother Miranda, so do not forget to thank her.” their mother instructed, as if you weren’t there.

“Thank you, Mother Miranda,” all three said in unison before three different pairs of hands grabbed whichever part of you that they could.

Heisenberg clicked his tongue from where he leaned against the side of the carriage. He had an arm crossed while the other brought a cigar nestled between two fingers to his lips. You couldn’t read his eyes from behind his circular sunglasses, but you could read the entertainment in his toothy smile before he took a drag. When he blew it out into your direction, his satisfied grin spread again.

“Now, you have fun now, too, ya hear?” He mocked, chuckling as he turned on his heel, mounted the carriage, and prompted the horses to carry him off into the night.

“We’re gonna have lots of fun.” giggled the redhead, her smile the widest of the daughters as she tugged at your arm, dragging you along the pathway towards the castle.

“Not if I get to her first,” the brunette chimed in, her own grip on your other wrist tightening and pulling, almost like she was trying you get you away from the other.

“Who said either of you get the first turn?” the blonde interrupted, frown etched into her face as she tangled her fingers into the collar of your shirt.

“Enough,” drawled Lady Dimitrescu, voice barely more than a bored mumble, but it still had the daughters zipping their lips. “Bela, you are the oldest, and less likely to break her before your other sisters get a turn, so you may have the first turn.”

The blonde grinned brightly while the other two scowled but saying nothing in front of their mother. Your eyes couldn’t decide where to stay as you glanced between all four women as they finally led you through the entrance of the castle. You noticed that the temperature didn’t really increase from taking shelter, the walls giving off their own chill to substitute for the lack of outside wind.

You didn’t even have time to marvel at the interior before Bela was tugging at you with renewed eagerness. You caught the slight growl from the brunette’s direction, but one glare from the Lady and it ceased. What the hell was really going on here? You never had time to process anything before sister after sister said something that left you reeling.

“Aww, her heart’s racing!” announced the redhead, her eyes wide and unblinking as they stared at your chest. “Please let me-”

“Daniela, no,” snapped Lady Dimitrescu sternly, her frown lines on display. “You will be last, and that’s that.”

Daniela’s face twitched in her attempt to bite her tongue to prevent her argument from bursting forth. It didn’t stop her from turning and giving the brunette a glare however. You gasped when her body dissolved into a swarm of bugs before your very eyes. They dispersed and flew this way and that, and you honestly don’t know why it still shocked you when the brunette followed the same exit style. A nose pressed against the side of your neck and you jolted so hard that you nearly broke free of the hand that was now caressing your shoulder.

“Such a jittery, little thing,” whispered Bela so quietly that her following inhale was louder. “Though I hardly smell the sweet scent of terror... Is this one broken, mother?”

You couldn’t help it, you had to chuckle at the complete honesty in Bela’s question. Your lack of fright baffled this girl almost as much as she baffled you altogether, and suddenly you were staring each other down. Her eyes were narrowed suspiciously as she cut her gaze up and down your body. Even Lady Dimitrescu arched a finely sculpted brow at you, seeming more interested now than she did among the other Lords.

“Mother Miranda assures there is nothing special about this one.” said Lady Dimitrescu.

“Why do you not fear me?” demanded Bela, almost sounding offended, her grip on your shoulder tightening. “Your heart is pounding but you aren’t oozing that smell that I like!”

“It’s kinda hard to fear death when you don’t even care about living anymore.” You deadpanned without much feeling, your eyes finding the ground more interesting. “Heisenberg rid me of everything that made me who I used to be.”

“And just who were you before my dear uncle dug his claws into you?” pressed Bela, and you refrained yourself from showing any outward reaction to their connection. You swallowed as you looked her dead in the eye now.

“Someone who would have the common sense to know just how dangerous you are.” You answered, and her brow furrowed.

“Who are you now?” She questioned quietly, her eyes softening a bit under the chandelier light. All you could do was shrug, you had no concrete answer for her, yet you knew you had to supply something.

“Someone who thinks that being abducted by three beautiful women isn’t exactly the worst case scenario,” you chuckled mirthlessly, the bitter smile on your face cutting into your cheeks almost painfully.

Bela stared at you almost dumbfounded before she had to look at her mother, almost as if to double check that she indeed heard correctly before she burst into a fit of giggles. Lady Dimitrescu didn’t even meet her eye, she was too busy staring into your soul. Only when your eyes fell to your feet did you hear her heels clicking away up the winding staircase.

“Remember what she’s here for, dear,” she drawled, never turning back, and leaving you alone with Bela.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with.” You spat, attempting to sound brave rather than defeated.

Bela’s smile was almost animalistic with the way blood smeared across her lips and stained her teeth, and you couldn’t help but to feel like the prey when she took slow, deliberate steps around you.

“Oh, no, where is the fun in that?” Bela countered, reaching out to graze over whatever part she could touch as she continued to stalk around you in circles, taking you all in. “You are my pet now.”

“I thought I was a plaything.” You couldn’t help but throw back into her face, and you were surprised when Bela merely cocked her head instead of getting angered by your outburst.

“Mother Miranda might not find anything special about you, but call me fascinated.” said Bela, stopping in front of you, her fingertips caressing your throat. “You belong to me now.”

“Us,” corrected a sudden voice behind you, and the haze that was settling over you in Bela’s presence was lifted when you jerked forward.

You tried to whirl around on your heel out of reflex to back away, but Bela’s fingers dipped from your throat to grip at the collar of your shirt to keep you still and facing her. You flinched away from the sudden hand that tangled in the bottom of your hair, pulling your head back until it was resting against a shoulder. Brown hair cascaded down into your eyes.

“Mother Miranda gave her to all of us.” corrected the brunette, the edge in her voice making it like steel.

“Cassandra’s right,” sang Daniela in a sing song voice, and it had a shiver running down your spine, which prompted a round of wild giggling. “Did you like that, pet?”

“If we’re being technical,” Bela piped up with an eye roll, trying to pull you closer and failing when both Daniela and Cassandra tightened their own grips on you. “Mother Miranda gave her to us to tear apart, so she wasn’t meant for anyone.”

“Buuuuuuut?” You interrupted, hoping to add a touch of humor to your case.

Daniela giggled and Bela shook her head in mild amusement, but you found that Cassandra was the more difficult one to crack. She didn’t offer a single facial expression as her eyes surveyed every inch of your body, and you couldn’t tell if she was appreciating the view or if she was sizing up which part of you she wanted to rip off and take for herself.

These three women spoke so callously and so nonchalant right in front of you. These three women were what Mother Miranda referred to as “monsters” compared to the actual beasts you had seen lurking within Heisenberg’s factory. These three women were spattered in blood that you somehow knew wasn’t theirs, and they wouldn’t stop touching you. Hm.

“Aren’t you funny,” Cassandra said nearly monotonous, but her smirk was on full display, and you cursed the light, fluttering feel of your chest.

“I try,” you whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would be taken as a threat to these crazed women, but you did look her in the eye to gauge her reaction.

“Can we keep this one, Bela, please?” whined Daniela, pouting at the blonde.

“I don’t think mother would allow it though.” Bela worried, finally releasing her hold on your shirt, and that had Cassandra and Daniela pulling you closer (and almost apart).

“She is ours to do as we please, we’d kill her if she tried anything.” snapped Cassandra, looking like the whole situation was stupid to her.

“Obviously she will not try to escape!” insisted Daniela, nodding her head furiously towards who you were guessing was the older sister, before turning to you. “Right?”

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were all looking at you expectantly, and you couldn’t help but feel warm under the spotlight. You could practically see the thoughts flicking through Bela’s calculating eyes. Cassandra was cool and reserved as her eyes gave nothing away, but her wicked smirk showed she wanted something from you, whatever that might be. Daniela’s eyes were intense as they bored into you, and her smile was almost unhinged, and honestly who were you to break it?

“I could never say no to three pretty girls.” You flirted, wagging your eyebrow to each sister, and the response was immediate.

Bela’s mouth parted in a silent gasp before she latched onto the front of your shirt again and started giggling. Cassandra looked entirely predatory now as her eyes flashed and her smirk showed all of her teeth, her own chuckles slipping out. Daniela, who was curled around your arm the whole time, had stars in her eyes at your answer and she smiled widely, throwing her own cackling into the mix, and suddenly it was a symphony.

“I want her first,” pleaded Daniela, eyes never leaving you.

“Mother said it’s my turn with the pet!” said Bela, tugging at you again.

“Why should we get her after she’s been used?” Cassandra argued, her arm now wrapped around you from behind.

“I won’t break her!” snapped Bela, her pulling useless when it was a deadlock between three pairs of hands.

“I don’t care!” cried Daniela, one arm curled around yours and her other hand reaching up to grab your opposite shoulder, locking you in. “I want her!”

You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat. The three sisters were not only talking about a possibility of keeping you around, but it sounded as though they were fighting over you. Your cheeks were aflame as you averted your eyes.

“Look who’s bashful all of a sudden,” jested Cassandra, both her hands falling to your hips. “Where’s all that talk now?”

“I can smell you blushing.” Daniela interjected, sniffing aloud and moaning. “You smell so good... we need to make you blush often.”

“Are we sure we can hide this from mother?” Bela asked one last time, almost like she was seeking permission from her younger sisters now. Daniela and Cassandra shrugged.

“We’ll just have to find out, now won’t we?” You pressed, looking to solidify your place among them... you’d take the position of “pet” over the one of “food” any day.

“Brave little thing,” Cassandra cooed, her fingers rubbing circles on your hips. “I need you with me.”

“Dammit I said it’s my turn!” snarled Bela, finally poking and prying at her sisters fingers locked around you.

“Just because you’re the oldest-!”

“You’re damn right I’m the oldest, and I-”

“You look so stupid,” spat Cassandra petulantly, having enough with going nowhere in the argument, and you could see that this was about to get old quick if you didn’t ease some of the tension.

“You all wanna kiss me so bad it makes you all look stupid.” You sucked your teeth between your lips when it grew deadly silent.

Bela had a crease between her brow as she stared at you in shock, uncertain if she heard you right. Cassandra was a blank slate as she absorbed you taking her insult and turning it back around on her as well. Daniela was wide eyed as she gaped at you for a full five seconds before she snorted and her megawatt smile lit up her entire face.

“I won’t let them get rid of you.” Daniela promised, and you couldn’t recall the last time that she blinked.

“Okay, okay,” sighed Bela, glaring at her sister. “We’re all going to keep her.”

“I hope I don’t break you.” chuckled Cassandra, and coupled with her breath so close to your ear, it had warmth flaring in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t get bashful on me, now,” you smirked back, relishing in the giggles that surrounded you.

“Come along, plaything,” quipped Bela, winking at you as she dragged you along, the sisters following along with her this time. “We’ve got to show you your new home.”

Wild giggling echoed throughout the castle, and it was becoming your new favorite tune.

[annieayluv]

Hi could you plz do an isaac lahey x reader (where isaacs her best friend who she has feelings for) and she confesses to him that she hasnt kissed anyone before (when isaac has/is experienced) and he proposes that he be her first kiss or somehow they end up kissing? Something along those lines wud be great! Thanks ❤️❤️❤️ luv ur writing.

Of course! Thank you for the request:)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Warnings: Kissing, just cheesy fluff

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You sat at the table outside fiddling with your pencil, debating on starting your homework now or waiting until after school. It was warm outside with only a soft breeze cooling the air. “y/n, are you even listening.” Lydia spoke up waving her hand in front of your face. You jumped back at the sudden movement so close to you and looked back at Lydia apologetically. “I'm sorry.” You said frowning. “What were you saying.” You asked putting your pencil up. “Well, I was talking about Aiden and me, but it looks like something going on with you. What's up?” She asked. You thought for a moment trying to pinpoint exactly what was going on, but nothing specific came to mind. “It’s just homework for biology, I don’t understand it.” You said laughing slightly embarrassed. Lydia has always been extremely smart. “Well if you need help just let me know.” She said smiling.

You and Lydia were brought out of your conversation when three boys came crashing down next to you. You turned with wide eyes staring at the boys who were sat at the table with their lunch. They all looked back cheekily smiling at you. “You. guys are stupid.” Lydia said before adjusting herself to see everyone at the table. You laughed at her response before Scott spoke up. “Have you guys figured out anything about the alpha pack?” Scott said a little more seriously. “Well, I have a date with Aiden tonight.” Lydia spoke up. Stiles frowned at her response. You smiled at him comfortingly before looking back at Scott. “Great, I think, but try to figure out as much as you can alright.” Scott said. Lydia nodded in response. 

You guys all sat there talking about the pack and were trying to come up with reasons as to why they were here. After a while, you guys all packed up and were walking in different directions towards your classes. 

“H-hey y/n.” You heard your name being called. You turned around to see the tall wavy-haired boy running up behind you. You smiled as he approached. “Yes, Isaac.” You said smiling at your friend. “Do you think I could come over after school, I kind of need help with English.” He asked scratching the back of his neck. “Ya, of course. meet me by my car after school?” You replied. “Ya, I’ll be there. thanks.” He said before turning back to the two other boys and running off with them. You smiled watching him retreat. 

School was finally over and you were walking back to your car with your books in your hand. You got to the driver's side door and pulled out your keys opening the car. and placing your book behind your seat. “Hey.” Isaac said popping up on the other side of the car. “Hi.” You said smiling at him. “ready to go?” You asked sliding into your seat and starting the car. Isaac nodded and got into his seat after you. 

Once you guys got to your house and had everything settled in you laid out your copy of Rome and Juliet and opened it. “Alright so what exactly did you need help with?” You asked. “Well, it's kind of everything. The books stupid.” Isaac groaned laying his head down in your lap. “First off, it’s a play, not a book. Secondly, Yeah it is kind of stupid.” You laughed before looking down at Isaac. “What do you think about Lydia and Aiden?” He said quickly changing the subject. “I bet they're going to sleep together.” Isaac said making you cringe. “I don’t wanna think about Lydia having sex.” You laughed. “Oh, so are you saying you wouldn’t have sex with Aiden?” Isaac said jokingly. “Isaac I haven’t even had my first kiss, do you think I’d have sex with someone.” You replied laughing. Isaac shot up at your words. “You haven’t had your first kiss?” He yelled. Your face turned red from embarrassment and you looked down. “No.” You said quietly. “y/n, we are best friends we have to tell each other these things.” He said motioning between the two of you. “Ya, well it's embarrassing.” You replied. He pulled your face up and looked at you. “It is kind of embarrassing.” He said laughing. Your mouth opened in shock and you smacked his hand off your face. “That's not funny.” You said groaning. “I was trying to wait for the right person, and then I got older and now I’m too scared to kiss someone.” you said, letting out a huff. 

Isaac looked at you softly. “Well, what if it was with someone who you trusted?” Isaac asked looking at you. “What do you mean?” You replied squinting your questioningly. “I mean only if you're okay with it, but we could kiss and I could you know, show you how to.” He said looking at you. “A-are you sure?” You asked, swallowing nervously. “Yeah.” Isaac replied. You nodded and he smiled at you in return. 

“Alright, so I’m gonna put my hand here.” Isaac said placing his hand on your cheek. “And when I lean in just follow my lead, alright. And if you want me to stop just tell me, I will.” He said. You nodded again and waited for him to do something. Isaac smiled before closing his eyes and leaning in. You closed your eyes just like him and leaned in slowly into your lips met. You both stayed like that for a second before Isaac pulled back leaving you alone. “See, you're a natural.” He said smiling, making you laugh. “Now let's try a more intense one.” Isaac said. “O-okay.” You replied nervously. Isaac this time leaned forward attaching your lips more aggressively. He moved his mouth around your lips and you tried to follow his movements. He smiled into the kiss and licked your bottom lip which caused you to part them slightly. He slowly pushed his tongue in your mouth and found yours. They both moved and you were starting to get the hang of it. Both of you moved in sync together, causing Isaac to smile. 

“Is this okay?” He asked not stopping the kiss. “mhm.” slightly moaned feeling his hand brush against your thigh. “He smirked pulling away. You pulled back as he did and you looked at him nervously. “Who were you waiting for?” He asked. “H-huh?” You stuttered out questioningly. “You said you were waiting for the right person, did you have someone in mind?” He asked again. You looked at him shocked. “I mean ya I did I just never thought he’d feel the same way.” You said. He looked at you. “It was you.” You whispered. “I like you.” You repeated again. He looked at you shocked. You started to feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “R-really?” He asked. You nodded in return looking at his blue eyes. “I like you too.” He finally spoke out. You let out a sigh of relief causing Isaac to laugh. You guys smiled at each other before he placed his hand on your face cupping your cheek in his hand. “I guess waiting worked.” He said pulling you in and pressing his lips against yours once again.

[bonkwrites]

Come On, Fuck Me, Emo Boy (Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Description: Shigaraki’s only sanctuary is you but he’s too busy to appreciate any peace recently.

Warnings: begging, a bit, if you squint. Some switch!shiggy/switch!reader. riding?? is that a warning??? Idk this isn’t beta read either so plz enjoy at ur own risk. degradation of you squint.

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You get it. Fighting the heroes is end game, he’ll never hold you above that, you understand that about him. But, now that All For One is in jail, you can be out as a couple within LOV, so why won’t he let you in on anything? When had he gotten so far from you?

You thought you were making progress, getting him to ditch the creepy hands, put the cream on his skin…. when had he gone backwards?

“Baby?” You poke your head out of the bedroom door when you hear the door close.

“It’s just us.” Shigaraki replies, the sound of boots and shoes being kicked off in the mud room echoing through the increasingly lonely apartment.

“Cool.” You step out of the bedroom, sweatpants and his sweatshirt hanging off you.

“Y/n!” Toga slings herself onto you in a hug.

“Get off my girlfriend.” Shigaraki deadpans, glaring are Toga.

“We’re friends!” Toga insists.

“We barely know each other, Toga.” You reply, holding her away at arms length. “Take me out to dinner first.”

“Don’t tempt her.” Dabi says from the kitchen island.

“Are you guys having a meeting?” You walk away from Toga to give Shigaraki a welcome-home hug.

“Yeah.” Shigaraki replies. “Go back to bed.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” You say. You’ll stay this time. “I’ll just stay, won’t even listen.”

The cold had been bitterly biting at you through the walls of your apartment all day so Shigaraki’s odd warmth despite his quirk was a welcome experience. You leave your head squished against his chest and you feel a hand slide up your back to settle between your collarbones. He’s wearing the artist’s gloves you bought him. They were the high quality ones.

“Whatever.” He drags. “So, guys..”

You tune out most of his monologuing and droning about the LoV’s next plans. There’s no reason for you to listen and Shigaraki told you that you could be tortured if anyone captured you to give information, or even have your mind read, so the less you knew the better.

“What about you, Y/n?” Twice asks. “Doing anything fun this weekend?”

“Hunting.” You reply. “Hanging out here when I can but this one’s high profile.”

“Get that cash, girl!” Toga hypes you up, high-fiving you.

“Who is it?” Dabi asks. You narrow your eyes, he’s only with the LoV if it benefits him.

“A huntress never revels her prey.” You raise a finger to your lips.

“You’re so badass.” Shigaraki says. “Let me give you targets.”

“I’m freelance, baby.” You pull away to give him a kiss on the nose. “The LoV is too popular for me, I like to hide away.”

“I’ll hide you away.” Shigaraki leans down to kiss you. Twice whistles and Toga giggles. Maybe he wasn’t as pulled back as you thought.

After the League sees their way out it’s just you two. Shigaraki sits comfortably on the couch, playing video games to unwind while you lounge out next to him, your legs thrown over his thighs.

“Hey.” Shigaraki puts down the remote after about an hour. You look up from your phone, buried in his sweatshirt. “About what I said… you know I wouldn’t pull you into the LoV unless you wanted to come willingly, right?”

It’s easy to forget that he thinks behind that scary mask of a villain he throws up for missions. You smile and nod.

“I know, baby.” You reply. “I would work for you if we weren’t in a relationship.”

“That’s the only reason why?” He asks, shuffling around to wrap himself around your legs, head on your stomach.

“It would fuck with our dynamic, don’t you think? You would hold a lot of power over me by controlling my clientele. I like it now, we’re equals.” You put your hand in his hair, ignoring your phone completely now.

“I like it too.” He agrees. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” You reply. “I wish I could show you off.”

“You’d show me off?” He asks, looking up to see your face.

“You think I wouldn’t? Parade you around? Make you my arm candy on my undercover missions? Pretty boy hanging off me?” You watch his blush crawl up his neck to spread across his cheeks.

“Pretty boy.” He scoffs, hiding his head back in the fabric of the hoodie. You giggle.

“I could dress you up, get you in a suit, buy you a martini at the bar and all you’d have to do is keep your arm around me-“ you run your hand down his arm to squeeze it- “and let me con my way into my next kill.”

“You’ve had lots of arm candy, then?” He asks. Always the jealous type, you think, he never had much to call his, did he?

“Nope.” You reply. “At least… not arm candy as good as you.”

He looks up at you, silent for a moment, before he moves up quickly to kiss you. You get caught off guard a little but you wrap your arms around him easily. He hums, kissing you slowly, letting you kiss him back just as slowly.

You tug on his hair just a little and he moans, a shiver running down his spine. You smile, breaking the kiss.

“What are you doing?” He asks, head ducking to your shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down.

“Treating my pretty boy well.” You reply, kissing him again. This time, you let him grind his hips into yours. He moans shakily and you whimper into the kiss, hands tangled in his hair.

“You wanna go to bed?” He pulls back from the kiss. You nod and follow him to the bedroom.

“Sit down.” You put your hand on his shoulder and push him to sit on the edge of the bed. He puts his hands on your waist, looping his thumbs into the waistband to pull them down.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Shigaraki pulls you down into his lap with his hands on your thighs. “I could fuck you all day and never get bored.”

“Could you?” You ask, hands in his hair.

“Yeah. F-fuck.” You grind your hips down into him and tug on his shirt. He pulls it off.

“Come on, then.” You kiss him. “Fuck me.”

He kisses you, hand roaming up to tangle in your hair and pull on it. You arch your back, neck bared for him. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth biting little bruises into your skin. You gasp, hands spreading across his shoulders.

“B-babe-“ you gasp. his hand slides up your torso to play with your nipples. you whimper, back arching further.

“I love this.” He growls. “You’re so sensitive. I’m gonna play with you all night.”

“Fuck me.” You say, words slightly broken.

“You’re so pushy.” He lets go of your hair and your boob to grab onto your hips. He twists you both around so that you’re under him.

“Shi- Shigaraki-“ You stutter out his name as he kneels between your legs, pulling your panties down and throwing them off the bed.

“I’ll help myself.” He growls before pushing your thighs apart and putting his head between your thighs.

You moan, hands pushing into his hair. He grunts, eating you out like you’re his last meal on earth. Your thighs fight to close but he pushes them back down, the actual meals you’ve been feeding him are paying off in strength.

“Fuck- baby- you’re- you’re so good at that what the fuck.” You struggle to form cohesive sentences through the pleasure.

His fingers dig down into your thighs and you cry out, the slight pain mixing in with the pleasure deliciously. He moans as he eats you out, one hand leaving your thigh to press two fingers into you. You arch your back and he pulls his face away to watch you grind down onto his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan. He smiles up at you sinisterly.

“Are you gonna cum?” He baits. You nod, your hands pulled out of his hair. One of them grips at the sheets and the other tries to reach your clit.

He catches your wrist with a glare.

“You’ll cum from just my fingers inside you.” He demands. “Won’t you, slut?”

The name makes you gasp as thrusts his fingers in and out of you. You nod, biting your lip as you buck your hips on his fingers.

“I need more.” You cry out, squirming down, trying to get his fingers deeper impossibly so.

“Oh, do you?” He says, voice hoarse. He pushes in a third finger and you gasp, shuddering as he thrusts them slowly.

“Shiggy~” you pull out the nickname you use for him when you’re trying to act cute. His eyes get wider and he laughs, turning his head to kiss your thigh.

“Sorry, babe, am I being mean?” You nod and he bends down to let his breath graze over your clit.

“Guess it makes sense that I’m a villain then.” He leans in to close thie distance and licks at your clit.

You whimper loudly, hips twitching. He’s gotten you so close from his fingers that you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your hands go back to his hair, tugging on it.

“I’m- I’m- Cum- I’m gonna cum- fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moan loudly as your hips buck into his mouth and fingers. He grins as he pulls back, watching you ride your orgasm.

“F- fuck-“ he climbs up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his tongue. He moans, pants and boxers long forgotten as he grinds into you.

“Fuck me.” You whisper when he pulls back. “Come on, fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking hot, babe, fuck.” He growls into your neck as he lines himself up and slowly thrusts in.

You moan lowly, hands on his back digging in. He starts up a slow pace, content for a while to get those sweet moans he likes so much, before he sets a quicker pace. You moan and whimper loudly, crying out for him as he manipulates your hips to go where he wants them.

“Fuck- baby- eating you out turned me on so much I can’t-“ He’s so sensitive, you think, a hand curving up his neck to pull on his hair.

“Let me ride you.” You whisper into his ear and he nods, stopping and pulling out.

You smirk as you straddle him, taking his hands in yours and intertwining your fingers. He moans as you sink down onto you but you stay mostly still, grinding down just slightly.

“What are you doing? Just. Go already.” He moans, eyes looking up at you.

“Ask nicely.” You whisper. You let go of his hands to bend down and kiss with your hands on his face.

“Ask- what?” He’s so turned on he can barely understand you. You scoff out a laugh, one hand still on his face.

“I’ll just give you a word.” You grind down again and he moans. “Beg.”

“F-Fine.” He hisses. “Please ride me. I’m not above begging, just- just ride me.”

Hearing him beg satisfies your soul. Smirking, you lift your hips and bring them back down, continuing to bounce on his cock as he slowly falls apart beneath you. You moan breathily, hands on his chest as he grips your hips.

“I’m gonna cum- baby- oh, oh, fuck-“ he bucks his hips up off the bed as he cums, moaning loudly, fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

You lift off of his slowly, muscles aching, and lay beside him panting for a moment.

“Hey.” He turns over, hand grazing your cheek. You smile at him. “I like you.”

“I like you too, Shiggy.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

What a dream this was.

[thebountyfucker]

love ur writing!! can we get a #18 for bossk plz? 💚

NSFW - 18+ ONLY Bossk x AFAB!Reader Tags: cunnilingus, long tongue

Here's my masterpost and an application for my taglist!

You lounged in your bed, your back resting against the headboard and a holobook in your hands. You read over the page, looking up as the front door opened, and then closed. You turned your book off and put it aside, waiting for your company to join you in your room.

You could hear Bossk prowling around near the kitchen, likely looking for something to eat. The man had a ravenous appetite, and always came back from jobs starving. He opened the fridge, rustled around, and then closed it. His heavy footsteps trampled around the kitchen, and then toward the room. The door slid open, and Bossk stepped in; his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of you as he stalked toward the bed.

“There you are.” He hissed as he climbed up onto the bed and leaned over you. “I was wondering where you were.”

“I was waiting for you.” You replied cheekily, crossing your arms over your chest. Bossk’s golden reptilian eyes met yours as he raked a claw down your neck. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“There’s nothing I want more than you.” He growled, his long, wet tongue flicking out to caress your jaw. You moaned softly, tilting your head to the side to give him access to your neck. He happily trailed his tongue down your neck, before pulling it back into his mouth. “Are you wearing pheromones?”

“I am.” You admitted, smiling cheekily, and he purred in response. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck to get a better smell of you, and his breath came out as a rattle. When he pulled his head away, his pupils were blown.

“I am going to take you, little prey. Do you understand?” He used his claw to tip your chin up, and you let out a quiet whine. “Say it, little prey. Do you want this?”

“Yes.” You answered, and he moved to rip off your clothes. He stopped, however, at the sight of your nightshirt.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his gravelly voice.

“It’s comfortable.” Was all you said, shrugging. He snorted and instead moved to lift your shirt off.

“Can’t be ripping this off, then.” He pulled his shirt off of your form and tossed it aside. He drank in the sight of your naked body, his gaze immediately zeroing in on your wet cunt. His tongue flicked out to wet his maw, and he moved down to drag his long, dextrous tongue along the seam of your cunt. You whined at this, lifting your hips toward him to give him better access. He slipped his tongue deep into your yearning cunt, ripping a pleasured yowl from between your lips.

“Fuck, Bossk… fuck!” You whimpered as his tongue lapped at your sensitive walls, prodding you toward an orgasm. A deep rumble vibrated within his chest as he reveled in the taste of you. He squeezed your thighs tightly between his clawed hands, pulling you closer to his hungry maw. “Oohhhh!”

You orgasmed, your body shaking as he licked your cunt clean.

“Delicious.”

-

Sorry it's so short! Hopefully you still like it!

Tags: @justanotherstarwarswhore, @doctor-ren

[gamergirl929]

Take A Picture It Will Last Longer (I Just Might) (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Okay hear me out... A sonnett imagine where the reader is a new worker for the photography company and the r keeps getting distracted while watching sonnett play but sonnett also get distracted by the r and after a while of CONSTANT flirting one of them makes a move plz and thank u ur amazing

“SONNETT!” Kelley yells, just as a ball smacks into the side of the blonde’s head, her hazel orbs wide as she glances around.  

“Wha...?” She glances around, turning to Kelley who’d just ran up to her.  

“Where’s your head at?” She asks and Emily clears her throat, her eyes darting to where you’re kneeling down on the ground, holding a camera.  

Kelley follows her gaze with a toothy grin.  

“AHHH! I see.” She winks and Sonnett rolls her eyes, giving her a shove.  

Off field, you’re watching the pair with a smile, your cheeks flushed.  

Emily Sonnett had, had her eyes on you for the entire practice, hazel orbs darting your way each and every opportunity they could.  

Honestly, you couldn’t keep your gaze off of her either, it was your first day taking pictures of the USWNT and it was going to be a regular gig, you traveling alongside them to take photos, the photos you yourself had always seen scattered online.  

You glance down at your camera’s screen, giggling when you realize you’d caught the moment the black and white ball had hit the side of Emily’s head on camera.  

Your laughter draws the attention of those nearby, as well as a few players on the field and you cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter.  

On field, Emily is grinning, cheeks red.  

“Awwwwwww.” Kelley pokes her in the cheek and she swats her hand away with a pout.  

“What’s going on here?” Alex walks up with a grin, and Kelley turns to her.  

“Sonnett’s got a crush on the new camera girl.” She bites her tongue between her teeth and Emily rolls her eyes.  

“I do not.” She grumbles as she stomps away, but as she glances out of the corner of her eye and sees you looking her way, she can’t help but blush.  

                                                           ***

It’s time for your first USWNT game, and you couldn’t be more excited.

The fans cheering as the anthems sound on field, you snapping pictures of the team, some singing along, while others, Megan Rapinoe in particular stands for what she believes in.  

You were absolutely giddy when the teams took the field and the game had begun, taking shot after shot of each and every player, catching a few that you knew would catch the public’s eye for sure.  

You turn towards the bench, still staring through your lens when you see a familiar pair of hazel orbs on you.  

Your eyes widen as you glance over the top of your camera, Emily Sonnett still staring your way, eyes wide when she realizes she’s been caught.  

You surprise her by giving her a thumbs up and the woman grins, nudging her teammates beside her, Mal Pugh and Lindsey Horan, the three posing for a photo.  

You take a few snapshots before turning back to the field, sending Emily a wink before you go back to taking pictures, unaware that the blonde’s eyes are still on you, her friends teasing her about her obvious crush on the new photographer.  

                                                           ***

You circle the team in their huddle, the game well over as Vlatko talks with his team.  

You snap a number of memorable shots, and hope they’ll be enough to impress as you move down field, completely unaware that you’re about to slam right in to the woman who’d been plaguing your mind the entire day.  

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath as you run straight into the woman who’d stopped in front of you.  

“I’m so sorr-

You go silent, smiling when you realize the woman standing in front of you is the one and only Emily Sonnett.  

“Uhhh, hi.” Emily shuffles nervously from foot to foot and you grin.  

“Hi.” You bite your bottom lip, your cheeks flushed.  

The two of you stand still, eyeing one another intently before you both nod.  

“Well bye.” You both at the same time, turning and rushing off in opposite directions, Sonnett’s team watching on with wide eyes and confused expressions.  

Lindsey snorts.  

“Ummm, what the hell was that?”  

Ashlyn walks up, her hand in Ali’s.  

“Gay panic?” The blonde asks and Ali nods.  

“Gay panic.”  

“Where’s the gay panic?” Megan asks when she walks up at the couple nods to where Sonnett is running, completely in the opposite direction of the locker room.  

Megan nods.  

“Looks like gay panic to me.”  

Kelley snorts.  

“Better get her before she wanders off and we have to put out an Amber Alert.” Kelley shakes her head cupping her hands around her mouth.

“SONNETT! OUR LOCKER ROOM IS THE OTHER WAY!”

The blonde stops before glancing around, cheeks blood red.  

“I KNEW THAT!”  

                                                           ***

Needless to say, your encounter with Emily a week ago didn’t go exactly as you had planned your first meeting with her would go, so sadly, there was no turning back but you planned on making your second encounter with her a bit better than the first.  

“Uhh, hi.” You whisper, Emily glancing around, still spraying her water into her mouth. When she realizes it’s you she completely forgets about the water, spraying it all over the front of her tank top.  

“Jesus Christ Sonnett.” Kelley whispers to herself, but when you start to laugh, she smiles.  

Emily shakes her head running a palm down her wet shirt.  

“It’s not funny.” She pouts and you shrug.  

“Pretty funny from where I’m standing.”  

Emily crosses her arms across her chest with a pout and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N, sorry I didn’t really uhhh, introduce myself the other day.” You shrug, fidgeting nervously.  

You smile, holding your hand out and Emily grins, dropping her water on the ground in favor of taking your hand in hers.  

“Emily, and yeah I didn’t really introduce myself yesterday either, I was uhhh... Late for a meeting.” She shrugs, taking a step towards you.  

Unfortunately for her, she steps on the water she dropped moments before spraying the bottle’s contents all over the place.  

“Oh my god.” Ashlyn snorts, face palming on field along with the rest of her teammates gathered there.  

“What are we going to do with her?” Mal whispers, but before anyone can answer you start to laugh, a laugh that Emily can’t help but return.  

Tobin grins, crossing her arms across her chest.  

“Nothing, seems like she likes Sonnett just how she is.”  

                                                           ***

It’s in the next game against England when you find you can’t keep your eyes off the defender, who is tearing up the field, letting fans of the USWNT see the side known as Saucy Sonnett.  

You just so happen to get a few pictures of Emily Saucy Sonnett in all her glory, a particular picture of Sonnett sitting on the turf and glaring at a ref, bottom lip protruding has you laughing so hard tears are streaming down your cheeks.  

By the time halftime rolls around you realize that a wide array of your photos are only of Emily Sonnett and your eyes widen, cheeks blood red.  

You clear your throat quick to hide your camera, from whomever may be walking past.  

“Whatcha hiding there?” You hear a voice behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, flipping around to find the one and only Saucy Sonnett standing in front of you.  

“Uhhhh, nothing at all.” You shrug innocently, and Emily’s eyes narrow.  

“I don’t know you’re displaying suspicious behavior.”  

You let out a hum, shrugging.  

“Guess you’ll just have to see when the pictures come out.” You wink and Sonnett’s eyes widen.  

A sudden arm slips around Sonnett’s neck and she’s pulled away in a headlock by Tobin Heath who sends you a grin as she drags the blonde into the tunnel, the woman attempting to wiggle out of her hold the entire way, but to no avail.  

You glance down at your camera with a smirk, biting your bottom lip, contemplating if you should post the picture or not.  

                                                           ***

“OH MY GOD.” Kelley wheezes a few days later as she shoves her phone under Emily’s nose, showing her the photo, you’d taken of her glaring at the ref grumpily.  

Emily’s cheeks flush bright red, her eyes wide.  

“Ohhhh, and look your girlfriend posted it.” Lindsey teases and Emily grumbles.  

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”  

It’s just then you come into view, kneeling down to snap some pictures of the players on the field for practice.

Sonnett jumps to her feet and marches over to you, unbeknownst to you considering your face is hidden behind your camera, but when you do spot her, you grin.  

“Hey.” You grin and Emily huffs, you snicker.  

“I guess you saw my picture.” You wink and the defender pouts.  

“Oh, come on.” You nudge her playfully. “It was cute.”  

Your eyes widen, Sonnett’s following close behind as the two of you glance away from one another, your cheeks flushed pink.  

“What I mean to say is...” You glance away biting your lip, a foreign courage stirring in you before you turn back to the blonde with a smirk.  

“No that’s what I meant to say.” You wink and Emily’s eyes double in size, cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.  

“Sonnett!” Someone calls out and the blonde blinks rapidly, clearing her throat before she glances over her shoulder.  

“Ye-Yeah, that.” She points before turning around and rushing off, back towards her teammates.  

You watch her go with a giggle, grinning when the woman glances over her shoulder to look at you one last time, stumbling over her own feet as she does so.

You shake your head watching as she moves to talk to one of her coaches, her hazel orbs darting your way every few seconds.  

You glance down at your camera, smiling softly as you focus your lens on the blonde, taking a picture of the two of them, though to be honest, you may or may not zoom in to only get Emily into the picture.  

The sunlight hits her just right, her hazel orbs shining almost as bright as her smile when you snap the photo and you glance down at it.  

You swallow hard, cheeks flushing dark red.

This was one photo you’d be sure to save and though you weren’t about to admit it just yet, it wasn’t just because the photo was beautiful, but the woman in the photograph as well.  

                                                           ***

You were mortified, of course they would want the picture of Emily Sonnett you took released, the photo of the blonde’s shining hazel orbs and dazzling smile on full display.  

A minute part of you was hoping that Emily hadn’t seen the photo, but when you saw her Instagram you knew she saw it, considering she was gushing about it and about the photographer who took it, AKA, you. She even went as far as to make it her Instagram's profile picture, displaying your photo to the entire world, a photo you weren’t sure you were ever going to share in the first place.  

“Well if it isn’t my favorite photographer.” You jump at the sound of a familiar voice, putting on a smile when you turn to the hazel eyed blonde with the dazzling smile.  

“Your favorite? That’s a pretty high honor.” You wink and Emily laughs.  

“Well, with you in the running, no one else could stand a chance.” She shrugs and you blush.  

Emily smirks, taking a step closer and your eyes widen.  

“You always take close ups of all the players like that?” She asks and you bite your bottom lip, that foreign courage again swirling in your chest.  

“Only the cute ones.”  

Emily blinks rapidly in surprise, the tips of her ears shifting from pink to red in a matter of seconds. She opens her mouth, but is cut off when someone’s hand settles on her shoulder, the owner of said hand revealing themselves to be Kelley O’Hara moments later.  

“So, this is the person behind that Instagram photo you can’t stop talking about.” Kelley smirks and Emily turns to her eyes wide in horror.  

“What do you mean?” She asks, scoffing dramatically and your brows raise.  

“She means... ‘Oh my god, look at the picture she took of me, isn’t she so talented.’” Lindsey mimics the blonde who rolls her hazel orbs.  

“’Do you think she takes pictures like that of everyone, do you think it means something?’” Mal squeaks and Emily throws her head back with a lengthy growl. 

Suddenly, Alex appears somehow reining in the trio and dragging them towards the bench, towards her other teammates.  

“Carry on.” Alex grins, sending Emily a wink that has her cheeks flushing. She turns back to you, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she digs her heel into the turf.  

“So I was-

Sonnett is suddenly cut off by the sound of a whistle and she throws her head back with a growl, throwing her hands up in the air.  

“CAN I JUST TALK TO THE CUTE GIRL IN PEACE!?” She shouts, stomping towards the bench and her teammates who are watching her with wide eyes, the woman completely leaving you behind in utter shock, cheeks blood red.

“Subtle Sonnett. Subtle.” Kelley shakes her head, patting the woman on the back when she reaches her.  

“Did I just say that out loud?” She asks the USWNT veteran who slowly nods.  

“Yep.”  

                                                           ***

The next time Sonnett approaches you, she’s much stiffer than before, albeit nervous.  

“He-Hey.” She sends you an awkward wave and you grin, moving to your feet from where you were knelt on the sidelines.  

You smile, your own cheeks flushed.  

“Hey stranger.” You wink and Sonnett’s cheeks flush.  

Luckily for the two of you, it was nearly time for the second half to start, leaving just a sliver of time for the two of you to talk.  

“Ho-How’s my favorite photographer?” She stammers and your brows arch.  

“Great now that her favorite defender is here.” You wink and Sonnett blushes bright red. Her tongue slips between the tight line her lips have formed and you bite your bottom lip.  

“Something on your mind?” You ask and Sonnett shrugs.  

“Maybe something...” She mumbles and your brows furrow as you take a step towards her.  

“What’s on your mind?” You ask worriedly and Sonnett takes a deep breath.  

“I was wondering if... Maybe...” Emily shuffles nervously from foot to foot and you cock your head to the side, smiling at the endearing sight.  

You take another step towards her, placing your hand gently on her forearm.  

“You can tell me.” You whisper realizing the blonde’s eyes are as wide as saucers as she stares down at your hand, your thumb running back and forth across the flesh of her arm.  

Goosebumps sprout beneath the pad of your thumb and you smile softly, Y/E/C orbs locking with Emily’s hazel ones.  

Emily opens her mouth, immediately snapping it shut before doing the action again, trying to find the words she’s searching for but unfortunately, she comes up empty.  

Also, unfortunately, she’s waved over by her team, giving you a singular nod before she rushes away, the phantom feel of your palm on her forearm.  

                                                           ***

The game against Sweden is brutal, as per usual some of the tackles to Sonnett sends a shiver down your spine and twisting your stomach in worry.  

Needless to say, you’re relieved when the game ends and everyone, is mostly intact. What you don’t expect however is Emily Sonnett literally bypassing everyone and running towards you. She throws her arms around you, pulling you into a surprise, sweaty hug that you’re more than happy to reciprocate.  

“DOYOUWANTTOGOONADATEWITHME!?” Emily shouts, her words running together like word salad.  

Your brow furrows when you pull back, eyes wide.  

“Come again?” You laugh and Sonnett takes a deep breath, swallowing hard. She’s about to clam up again, but when you boldly tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she finds the words she’s been searching for, for so long.  

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” She asks, nervously fidgeting and you grin, surprising her and yourself by gently taking her hand.  

“I’d love to.” You whisper and the smile that takes up half of Emily’s face is dazzling, her eyes shining as she bites her bottom lip.  

“Uhh... Cool...” She nods, and your brow arches.  

“I’ll uhhh, give you my deets later.” She gives you a thumbs up, backing away slowly.  

You watch her go, the woman throwing a fist in the air before she is even a foot away. She glances over her shoulder, cheeks dark red as she gives you a charming smile.  

You shake your head, your own face split in half by a massive smile.  

You had a date with THE Emily Sonnett, and you couldn’t believe it.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Hey hey, here for an Apex match up (my Apex blog is @iamtheprezzieforfusey) 21, he/they, afab trans masc/enby. Polyam, pansexual (but leans more towards men).

A bit shorter than average, kinda chub. Punk/alt aesthetic. But can also just be a small softboy. Hobbies and activities be: playing video games, exploring forests, vibing to music. Love language: physical touch, praise, playful insults/jokes. Date ideas: literally just vibing at home, going to explore somewhere, just being together, idk.

NSFT: peen plz. Dick, cock, and most other terms are good. Pet names like pup, puppy, or kit. Derogatory names like kid, bitch, whore, etc. Kinks: restraints, praise, derogation, CNC.. We'll leave it at that. There are many. 😅

Adding ur second here!: So, p anxious, but can be v confident and cocky when around people I'm comfortable with. Sarcastic, playful, grumpy. Either super hyper, super sleepy, or  just plain out of it.

Also living for y’all plugging ur apex blogs in bc I know so many peeps are always looking for other Apex blogs to follow. HELL YEAH. PLUG EM IN BABES.

As for who to match you with? Hmhmhm.

I match you with!!!!!!!

Bloodhound!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Bloodhound’s infamous sex toy arsenal makes a come back, mentions of cnc and degrading

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At first, Bloodhound doesn’t think much of you. Simply another person to watch. You probably aren’t a competitor, you’re probably one of the camera people who work behind the scenes, someone not in the forefront. But there’s something about you that interests them- probably due to your personality. You’re skittish around the legends, but the ones that have befriended you, you’re like a switch and your real personality peeking through is one that attracts them.

Getting to know you is hard. Bloodhound is a bit of an introvert, but you do run the cameras and you have questions for the legends, which means meeting you is inevitable. You let slip your interest in forest walks and how you haven’t been on a good hike in a long while, and without thinking they invite you to walk with them the next time. Which is how you two end up forming a bond.

Bloodhound may be quiet, but their underhanded sarcasm and cocky attitude is one they are known for. Albeit, most magazines just call them ‘humble’ and ‘mystical’, but all the other legends see clearly what Hound means when they say things like, “A bad beginning draws a bad end.”

You do not escape their sarcasm either. Nor their confident attitude where they walk and talk like a god. But they learn rather quick your weakness to pet names. They call you ‘Little one’, ‘Kit’, ‘Lítill refur’, ‘Prey’, etc. That’s just romantic pet names as well.

They are also big on quality time, but with your need for physical touch, they are happy to oblige as well. They most often like your head in their lap while they read and can use their free hand to pet your hair and cheek between pages.

As for the bedroom?

~Rest under the cut~

Those pet names from earlier? Add onto them. They become low and sultry in their mouth when they want you, maybe hinging on a growl. They don’t call you a Whore in English, the word feeling too stiff on their tongue. Instead they call you ‘Litill hóra mín’ and murmur filthy things in your ear. They have no issues degrading you, especially if you decide to act like a brat.

Hound is a god. You will treat them as such. You say ‘Thank you’ when they hurt you. You say ‘My god’ and ‘Your Highness’ and moan for them freely. Hound will put you in your place, they aren’t one for rolling belly up unless with a Big amount of helping. So they prefer to take the lead.

Your rougher kinks? Not an issue. Bloodhound has plenty of their own. Your CNC kink is shared, but they like to twist in their own predator/prey thing as well and hunt you down with a knife in hand and hold you down, tie you up and snarl in your ear to not move unless you wish to bleed.

Ropes and numerous toys will be used on you, they’ll edge you or overstimulate you, whatever finally gets you to heel. You’ll be trained to take bigger and bigger strap ons until they can fit a big knotted one in you and croon what a good pup you are for taking it all.

But similarly, you may find yourself with a strap on on, or merely Hound making a mess of you by grinding on your cock and using you to get themself off while you plead and beg for them to spare mercy.

Though a gentle lover outside of the bedroom, Hound has no issues reminding you of your place inside of it.

[borrovved]

dream state of mind

Summary: bulleted scenario, in which you drunkenly end up kissing hyunjin at a party, and everything makes you feel like you're on a high

A/N: non idol!hyunjin, non idol!au, and underage drinking (plz listen to “tkm” by boy pablo when u get to the kissing part!!! it makes the reading experience really lovely uwu)

warnings: oral (female receiving)

ur both invited to this party by a mutual friend, jaemin

at frst u were all like “u gotta give me some sort of incentive to leave my bed, i’m not just going bc ur telling me to”

“there’s free alcohol”

“but i don’t even drink.”

“hyunjin is coming”

“..........go on”

“that’s the incentive pal, so go gussy up and look hot for your mans”

“ok first of all if i rolled up sporting salsa stained sweatpants all of these hoes would fall for me, so i don’t need to gussy up...but fine...i’ll do it for him”

“sick” 

you already take a long time getting ready but this time it takes a little while longer

you want to look flawless as humanly possible, but not so much so that intimidates him and makes him run off. your rbf already does that for you.

you arrive and hear the heavy bass and see the swarm of warm bodies up against each other, half of the ppl have drinks in their hands already. it’s not quite 10 yet, only 9:32 pm.

might as well grab a drink to loosen the nerves, you think

you go to the source of the drinks, and enter the semi crowded kitchen. right away, you see hyunjin.

you must’ve been eyeing him too long bc his eyes seem to shift to your figure. it’s probably the atmosphere of the place that gives you a little bit of some extroverted power, bc you wave at him.

..........he waves back, and smiles that grin u swear u fall for all over again each time you see it

r u smitten? mayhaps.

r u down to talk to him tonight and at least score his number? ye

but first, refreshments.

you’re not the best bartender in the whole world, but you try to eyeball the whole drink mixing to create your own understated cocktail.

a whooole lotta pepsi (or coke...or dr pepper... whatevr it’s brown and it’s good) and an ounce of what you assume, vodka, gets poured in your red cup

the whole thing burns the living shit outta ur throat but it’s definitely making you blitzed in the best way possible.

you casually look over your shoulder to hopefully meet hyunjin’s eyes once again, but is bombarded by a smiley jaemin

“jaem! hi :)”

“:D Y/N! welcome to the jamboree! did you uhhhhh talk to him yet?”

“not quite. but i waved and he waved back so i totally got it in the bag”

“what bag?”

“it’s a metaphor, jaem”

“oh”

“r u drunk”

“hehe mabes.”

“anyway, i need to casually sneak over and strike up a conversation with him but he looks busy and i have no idea what to say to him.”

“leave it to me chum”

“yeah don’t ever call me chum ever again or i’m hitting you”

“well ok party pooper” jaemin then grabs your hand and strides to hyunjin’s direction.

panic finally begins to set in the pit of your stomach and you stop in your tracks.

“wait! jaem, idk if i can do this.”

“:o”

“:/ i want to make a good first impression, but i don’t have a clue as to what to say. i wanna look cool..and hot..but also be an amazing conversationalist.”

“ur actually in good hands. i spoke to him earlier and he asked if you were coming.”

“:o”

“yeah i know! let’s go”

he finally lets go of your hand, and you stroke the fabric of your midnight blue crushed velvet mini dress, the one where chenle blushes at the sight when you wear it

aaaaand here is chenle blushing and stopping mid-sentence and looking at you, jaw practically dropped.

hyunjin turns around to see as to what he’s looking at and he understands completely why.

you look ravishing, to say the least

lowkey gulps a little bc erm ur hot bb

and you feel really hot

“hyunjin, hi” your voice sounds a little sultry, not that you were trying

“hey” he says really cooly. you shiver at the sound of his voice, so melodic even through the loudness of the party

“HEY chenle can you help me move the ping pong table in the basement?”

“but me and jisung already-”

“welp we gotta move it again” and then chenle picks up as to whats going on a lil and is all like aight imma head out

hyunjin takes a sip of his drink and almost chokes a lttle bit when you suggest going somewhere more secluded to hang out

“like where?” he asks

“i’m not quite sure actually”

“how about a spare bedroom upstairs.” your eyes widen at his words and you short circuit a teensy bit.

he realizes this then stammers out a response “u-unless you don’t want to then-”

“that’s actually perfect”

internally sweet bb boy hyunjin is just “:o” bc he doesn’t know what will happen

he has heard some stories about you where you’re incredibly wild but at the other hand he has also heard that you’re just as much as a homebody as you are a party goer

“ok cool”

you lead the way and have to pull down your dress to prevent it from riding up so damn high and hyunjin can’t help but stare at your thighs

like, yeah it would be dope to be in between them but do you know what’s even cooler? resting his head in your lap

he’s a pure boy for the most part

both of you enter the spare bedroom and he shuts the door while you plop down on the bed. both of you are still holding cups, both pretty full

you’ve only spoken to him a few times, but enough to get a general idea of him

he’s soft spoken, a bit dramatic, is a lovely dancer and you noticed he has nice ass hands that could choke I MEAN hold your more petite hand

you blush at the idea

he finally sits on the bed beside you and opts to put his drink near the bedside table, you would rather hold yours, gives you something to do with your hands

“hi” he starts off

“hi” you say back

at first it’s a normal conversation

he asks how ur doing, you ask him the same

he says parties are kinda obnoxious

you partly agree and say “depends on if you’re with the right people or not really”

he hums in agreement

it’s back and forth conversation for a few minutes

and then you guys start drinking more in between responses

you don’t know when it happened but now the two of you are right beside each other, thighs touching, both tipsy from your drink

at some point you ditched your drink and got curious as to what his drink tasted like, and he offered you to sip. it’s fruity, and quite sweet

“fair warning tho, chenle suggested adding a lot of other alcohol in it so you might feel a buzz” he says

you’re slightly too far gone because you’re a giggly mess,

it’s ok, he’s giggling too

both of you are lightweight drinkers and get blitzed off of one cup sdjfhsdf you really should get better friends to supervise the two of you at all times

at some point you put your hand on his thigh

at some point he puts his hand atop of yours

you have always seen that cute freckle underneath his eye but up close and personal, it seems more cute

 “ur staring” he says

“i know”

it’s okay, he’s staring at your mouth

you finally notice his staring and out loud say “your lips look really kissable”

he smiles, and caresses your hand with his thumb

“i get that a lot. you have really pretty eyes.”

you smile softly, eyes somehow seem prettier in the dim light of the bedside table lamp.

both of you lean in at a slow pace, not wanting to rush

with all of the liquid courage you can muster you finally close the space in between you two

the kiss is so delightfully soft, so delicate

he cups your cheek with his hand as he kisses you

you don’t break apart just yet

you savor the feeling of the sensation of his lips molded into yours

he can taste the mango lip balm as he gently swipes his tongue against your bottom lip

you shamelessly moan and part your lips slightly

he smiles at the sound

he brushes his nose against yours, and then tugs at your bottom lip carefully with his teeth

your heart is beating rapidly, yet time seems to stop around you

hyunjin has been wanting to know what your lips would taste like for a while, and tonight he finally got the chance to know. it’s sweet, it’s soft, it’s dreamy

it all seems like a dream

you suddenly had the urge to bite at his bottom lip, and when you did, he released a guttural moan, and you take the chance to pass your tongue against his

he tastes like a daydream, and you feel tingly all over

you’re snapped out of your trance when he asks if you could straddle him

you nod your head yes, not trusting the sound of your voice

he lays back down on the bed, and you put each leg on either side of his body. you lean down, and once again, press your lips against his

he stops and asks “can i touch you?”

“yes, touch me anywhere you want”

he softly cups your breast in his hand, and begins to kiss you

your dress is definitely riding up, and you can feel wetness pool in the middle of your legs

hyunjin uses his other hand to softly stroke his fingers against your clothed clit

you hum into the kiss in appreciation, and he takes that as a sign to apply a bit more pressure

this time, the feeling takes over you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, panting

the hand that was on your breast is now resting on your thigh, and gripping it rather harshly

“is it okay if i eat you out?”

“please”

he then grabs at your waist to set you on the bed

he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and places your legs on each side of his shoulders

you pull up your dress while he pulls down your black lacy underwear

“you look so cute like this baby”

you giggle, and search for his hair to grasp on while he pulls his administrations on you

he kisses the inner part of your thighs, then places the flat of his tongue against your heat

he probes the tip of his tongue in your tight hole while using his thumb to rub agonizingly slow at your clit

moans fill the room, the sound echoing back to his ears, making him more determined for you to cum

he rapidly licks at your clit while inserting two fingers in you

he knows exactly what he’s doing, and because of that, you cum in only minutes

he puts your underwear back on and pulls down the skirt of your dress

he lays back down beside you and licks his fingers clean, looking right at you

your cheeks are flushed and ur a panting mess

“wonderful weather we’re having, hm?” you grab a throw pillow and hit him with it, to which he laughs

he places a hand on your hip and says “I don’t have your number”

you scour around the room to find your purse, which has fallen onto the ground

both of you exchange numbers, cuddle

a few hours pass by and both of you sober up, going your separate ways, but not before leaving a lingering kiss on each other’s lips

everything feels a bit hazy, like it’s a dream. but no, it happened.

he’s your biggest dream to come true

[anasuisprisonwife]

OMG I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING THWT I L O V E,, okay so ur the only girl in la squadra n shes all motherly n shit. Everyone has a day off and she tries to make it special for everyone. Like she goes ALL O U T ON MAKING FOOD FOR EM ANX GETS DRINKs, probably puts on Shrek and has a movie marathon of classics. Can u plz write hcs for how they react and you will 4ever have ma h e a r t, luv u ❤️❤️❤️

goodness gracious me oh my! i’m significantly less confident writing for la squadra than bucci gang lmaowriting for la squadra for the first time was absolutely a challenge, but i’m satisfied enough with the resultsI hope u are too anon i did my very best 4 u

TIS SAFE 4 WORK, this post just longer than jonathon’s wiener

GHIACCIO:

At one point, you find Ghiaccio fuming at some reality program that was left on the television. Cutting him off in the middle of an outburst, you tell him that there’s food on the table for everyone. Ghiaccio loves when you cook, but he’s incredibly awkward while thanking you.

First, he picks up one of the liquor bottles, but after seeing him lose control a few moments beforehand, you kindly slip the bottle from his grasp and hand him a beer instead.

When Illuso takes his food to the couch and doesn’t thank you, Ghiaccio yells at him in front of everybody, telling him to show you some appreciation before he puts a single bite into his mouth.

Ghiaccio is very attentive to Shrek when you put it on for everyone. He’s never seen it before, but he drunkenly complains that ogres and onions have absolutely nothing in common with each other.

Once the movie’s finished, Ghiaccio’s ready for another one, but refuses to stay unless he gets to select the film.

FORMAGGIO:

When Formaggio arrives to the feast, he pats you on the back a couple times and gives you a very sincere thank you.

Formaggio decides upon a beer from the selection of beverages and opens the bottle with his teeth.

While eating on the couch, his cat begs for some food, and Formaggio gives in by dropping a couple pieces of meat on the floor.

He’s seen Shrek, and he likes Shrek, but Formaggio can’t help himself from talking throughout the film, and Risotto has to silence him every single time.

At the end of the first movie, Formaggio admits that he doesn’t have the focus to sit through a second one, so he falls asleep, sprawled out on the couch with his cat curled up in his lap.

PROSCIUTTO:

After asking Pesci where Prosciutto was, the timid boy lets you know that he’s taking a nap in his room. You ask him if he could wake the man up so he doesn’t miss out on any of the food. Several moments later, Prosciutto strolls into the kitchen and thanks you for your efforts in the most gentlemanly of fashions. He even plants a respectful kiss on your cheek.

Prosciutto immediately directs himself to the liquor, pours some into a glass, and sips at it from time to time.

When you had finished preparations, you were slightly dreading the inevitable cleanup that would take place afterwards. Prosciutto alleviates some of that dread by throwing the dirty pans in the dishwasher before making himself comfortable in front of the television.

Prosciutto just doesn’t appreciate the concept of Shrek. He’s seen it once before with Pesci and found the humor ridiculous. Although he isn’t too entertained by the movie, he respects your choice and pours himself a couple more drinks to get himself through the rest of it. 

Prosciutto manages to entertain himself for a moment when he points out that Pesci is the gingerbread man in the movie, and everyone laughs in agreement.

PESCI:

Pesci noticed you in the kitchen when you were almost done cooking, so he offered you a helping hand.

After realizing that all of the bottles on the table were alcoholic, he discreetly helps himself to some juice in the fridge.

When you ask Pesci to wake up Prosciutto, he passes the task to Risotto, in fear of angering the sleeping man. 

It’s only when Prosciutto arrives that he’s teased in front of everyone for pouring himself a cup of apple juice.

Pesci loves Shrek. He enjoys everything from the story to the characters to the Dreamworks animation style.

ILLUSO:

You didn’t even notice Illuso walk into the kitchen, but realized he had already helped himself to an entire plate once Ghiaccio started calling him unappreciative for his lack of thanks. Illuso insists that you already know how much he appreciates you and stuffs a large bite in his mouth.

Illuso prefers to drink his own bottle of red wine and won’t share it with anyone, except for you.

He’s only seen bits and pieces of Shrek, but never the entire movie in one sitting. At one point, he asks when the cat’s finally going to make an appearance, and Pesci immediately notifies him that the cat isn’t in the first movie.

When Sorbet and Gelato are kicked out of the living room, Illuso tries to follow, but Ghiaccio throws a fit and calls him ungrateful.

By the end of the movie, Illuso is fast asleep on the couch, and no one informs him that the food he was holding has fallen from his plate onto his shirt.

MELONE:

Melone knew there was food on the table as soon as he sniffed it out from the basement. After watching Prosciutto thank you with a peck on the cheek, he offers you one to the lips, with tongue, for all your hard work.

While helping himself to drinks, Melone uncaps not one, but two beers. You assume he’ll be giving one to his stand, but no, it appears Melone is double fisting his drinks tonight.

Out of impatience, Melone helps himself to the food with his hands instead of waiting for the tongs to be available. Formaggio notices him fondling the lettuce and complains that Melone probably hasn’t washed his gloves in ages.

Melone thought he had seen Shrek, but it turns out he had mistaken it for Monsters, Inc.

During the movie, Melone tries to position himself on the couch as close to you as possible. He doesn’t want to make it too obvious that he’s trying to snuggle, since he’s worried you might shoo him away.

SORBET & GELATO:

As expected, the two enter the kitchen together, but you only get a thanks from Gelato.

The two of them decide to share the same mixed drink, even though there are plenty of cups for everyone.

You can’t tell what their opinion on Shrek is because they’re too busy making out on the couch the entire time.

Out of disgust, Risotto tells them to leave, and you don’t see them for the rest of the night

RISOTTO:

After summoning Risotto into the kitchen, he gives you a thanks and a smile before grabbing a plate for himself. It’s a simple thank you, but you know that it means the world coming from him.

When Pesci asks him to wake Prosciutto, he only agrees knowing that it was originally your request. Even after giving Prosciutto a couple harsh nudges, he still doesn’t awaken, so Risotto pushes him onto the floor and tells him to come downstairs.

Before sitting on the couch with everyone else, Risotto pours himself a tall glass of liquor, tosses it back in almost one swig and pours himself another.

He’s never seen Shrek before, and he’s not entirely fond of it, but he gives it a chance for you. Throughout the entire movie, Risotto keeps everyone from getting too loud, especially Ghiaccio who’s still complaining about onions.

After all of the movies are finished, and everyone else is asleep in the living room, Risotto helps you toss the garbage and put the leftovers away.

[metal-bubble]

Fanfiction by meeee.

Its EUNWOO/MJ

Bc i love them just existing together. And maybe kissing a tad.

Up @ Eight 🎱

Heavy.

Eunwoos body and face felt so heavy.

He couldn't wait to crawl into his bed once he was dropped off at the dorm. This weeks master in the house episode was especially physically demanding and he could feel every hop skip and jump from earlier.

2:47 - he had to be up at 8. He could do this.

Entering the apartment he noticed the living room light was still on.. it was MJ. The older boy was absorbed in his laptop, furiously typing while chewing the end of his hoodie drawstring. Eunwoo could tell MJ hadnt even noticed him walk in.

It was funny seeing MJ quiet and focused. Was this what he looked like as a student? His dainty nose intermittently wiggling - face illuminated by the screen light. Effortlessly moving his hoodie's drawstring in between his soft lips.

Instinctively Eunwoo let out a sigh, breaking MJs computer trance.

"Crud eunwoo! Whered you come from?"

"Sorry hyung, i just walked in" eunwoo chuckled. "Whatcha doing?"

"Brainstorming for a song project im gonna work on for a special stage. You just got back? Wait what time do you leave?"

"8"

"Yikes"

Eunwoo just nodded and placed his bag on the ground near the couch MJ sat on.

"Aw is our face genius sweepy?" MJ grabbed eunwoos wrist and pulled him onto the couch. Eunwoo fell with solid plop.

MJ giggled and rested eunwoos weary head on his shoulder. Eunwoo could hear MJ still chewing on his drawstring.

"Your shoulder is so soft hyung, thank you"

"Hey now, no comments about my body plz" MJ stiffened.

Eunwoo snorted and leaned further into MJ, wrapping his arms around the olders torso.

"Hyung, youre so beautiful you know"

"Huh--?"

"Just now i was standing there watching you type. You looked so focused and serious. So mature."

Eunwoo felt MJs breath hitch a little at the compliments. Success..

He continued, "i just kept wanting to do one thing"

Eunwoo lifted his head to look at MJs face. It was flushed.

"You wanted.. to.. one what?"

Eunwoo smirked and gently yanked the drawstring out of MJs mouth, eliciting a tiny yelp from the older.

"Get that nasty thing out of there"

And with a giggle eunwoo lightly pressed his lips to MJs.

The chaste kiss only lasted a few moments before eunwoo pulled away from MJs frozen form. Eyes still shut tight, eunwoo knew he was shocked.

"You shouldn't put things like that in ur mouth hyung, its probably bad for your teeth or something"

MJ openes his eyes and let out a massive exhale. Eunwoo knew the wrath was coming. Bring it on.

"What.. when..? Did you?" MJ stuttered as he cautiously touched his own lips and shivered.

Eunwoo grabbed MJs shaky hands and forced the elder to look at him. "Hyung, i like you"

"Holy..." MJ looked away - his cheeks deeply flushing.

Eunwoo caressed MJs turned jaw.

"MJ hyung, please let me kiss you again"

MJ stared Eunwoo in his eyes.

"You think this is funny, brat?" MJ snapped.

"No, i want to hold you. I want you to let me adore you...

I want to just exist by you. I want to think about you when im busy and away from you..

I just.. want to kiss you again hyung."

MJs eyes began to water. "Ok" he meekly said as he glanced away.

Eunwoo gripped MJs jaw and hungrily caught his hyungs lips again. MJ whimpered and threw his arms around eunwoos neck.

Eunwoos tongue easily pushed past MJs soft lips and grazed their teeth together.

Mj breathily pulled away. Eunwoo touched their foreheads together as they both breathed deeply.

3:27 - he had to be up at 8.

"Go sleep" MJ commanded.

"Ok hyung..

Remember this please. Now that ive confessed, I can't pretend i didn't."

"Eunwoo, eunwoo..

How could I ignore you?"

Eunwoo snatched up MJs lips again. Laughing slightly thru the tender kisses. Peppering MJs forehead, cheeks, and chin with small affirmations of infatuation.

"Ok ok! I get it! ..." MJ protested.

"Please tho, you need to rest to work. Sleep well my prince."

MJ held Eunwoos hand till he walked away - off to his own room.

Eunwoo collapsed on his bed cocooned in pure happiness. His MJ hyung was finally his.