#rub til it bleeds

[nomadintransit]

[cocteautwinsgirl]

hiiii!! for the music ask game:

4. A song you’d put on a playlist for a character you love

from my devil's minion playlist 🙂‍↕️ this is armand. to me.

[moocowmoocow]

And I'll make it better I'll rub 'til it bleeds

[sugutiva]

❝ PUFF , PUFF , FUCK ! ❞ — G. SUGURU

ᥫ᭡. synopsis : riding suguru while he’s high .

tags : smut, p in v, smoking, cowgirl, biting, dirty talk, all lowercase, not proofread !

a/n : sugutiva .

geto manspreads lazily against the couch with a fat blunt placed on his kiss bitten lips. his red eyes distantly travel over the expanse of your swaying body. the effects of the sativa is apparent in his hazed body language.

your eyes pick up on the way how he barely parts his mouth to sexily exhale the cloud of built up smoke. you can’t stop whining; the way how his eyes are lazy but still feel so heavy on your body makes you almost numb.

he tuts when he notices you suppressing your moans and babbles. his favorite sounds.

“ nahhh, don’t do that now,” his voice is smooth as it travels sparks of pleasure through your body— despite sounding a bit strained due to your walls continuing to clamp around him tightly. “ don’t hold back those pretty sounds, sweetheart. wan’a hear how cock drunk you can be.” his thumb tugs at your bottom lip that’s caught in between your two rows of teeth. he smiles when a sharp moan tumbles out your mouth as the tip of dick constantly knocks against your sweet spot.

“ suguuu, p-please— you feel s’good!” your words come out as a jumbled slur. he’s so bulky, the stretching sensation in your pussy quickly bleeds into pleasure as your bounces on his lap quickly becomes rowdy. your thighs burn with sweet heat from the expand.

he looks at you with the slyest expression— akin to one of a cat’s. “ yeah? tell me more baby. beg for me to touch you so this filthy pussy can cum on my cock.” his hand slides around your hips to give your ass a few sharp slaps, spurring you on.

a tease is perfect word to describe geto— he loved making you bluntly spell out what you wanted even when he knew.

“ i want you to t-touch me,”

“ be specific girl, there’s many places on your body that i want to touch.” he quickly corrects you, the hand holding the once lit blunt is thrown over the back of the couch loosely as he focuses his attention on you.

you huff out before complying. “ please… i want you to rub my clit til’ i cum!” even to your own ears you sound quite pathetic.

but suguru thinks otherwise— he casually gives you a grin at your plead, giving your ass another heartfelt grab before maneuvering his hand to give your throbbing clit it’s desired attention. his thumb presses down on the bud before motioning tight circles, inflicting a noisy whine from the new wave of pleasure, leading you closer to your orgasm.

“ likeee this?” he asks and you reply with new frantic moves of your hips. “ mhmm.. seems like it. your practically gushing on my cock baby.” he takes in the scene with amusement.

he bites back an unusual moan from creeping out when your body slams down harsher this time, feeling your pussy rock and hold his leaking cock snuggly almost has him seeing stars. the thumb on your clit speeds as suguru throws his head back, his chest and neck a flushed sweaty mess as strands of his black hair sticks to his damp skin.

he’s growing stupid from you bouncing your pussy on him repeatedly in that hypnotic manner— and that sight alone almost rips your orgasm out of you.

you lean over to nip his adam’s apple, your pussy contracts when you feel his breath hitch. “ fuuck, that’s it. fuck yourself silly on me, just like that, girl.” he pauses before he lets out a shaky breath— it’s unintentional, but his voice alone drags you into your powerful orgasm.

you force your hips to continue rocking against him while increased squelches resonates through the fuzzy room along with your combined moans. you feel sparks of electricity shoot through your limbs, your cunt squeezes more slick out, creating a translucent ring around the hefty base of his cock.

you don’t get a moment to calm down from your high because suguru’s hand moves from your clit to grab your hip— his grip boards on painfully but you don’t get to dwell on it as his warm fluid paints your walls a creamy white and your mind blank.

his cum is so warm and it makes you feel full inside, he ruts his hips up erratically to make broken hiccups escape your mouth before he eventually stops.

in the aftermath you only focus on the shallow breaths and pants escaping your bodies, suguru breaks the silence. “ i… can’t feel my dick right now.” his voice is much different than before… more breathless. despite that, when you try to lift yourself off his hand pulls your hip down as his body shifts to grab something.

when you hear the familiar flicks of a lighter igniting, you lift your head back up to be greeted with suguru taking a final puff of the blunt, his chest whiffs up with smoke.

you watch as he keeps his chest tight, holding the sativa in his lungs, before he slightly lifts two fingers off the lighter to motion you to come forward for a kiss.

once you do, he exhales into your mouth with his hand holding your jaw tightly and you accept the wave of warmth greedily. the earthy taste hits before flooding your senses hazily and you take in all of what suguru gives you with blissful content. the effects of the suguru and the sativa makes your mind and limbs go misty.

when you part, your lips are still connected with a thin line of spit before you lap it up with a erotic smirk.

“ round two?” before he can answer, your hips start to slowly wind up again.

[rodolfoparras]

Free use but not really free use with homophobic misogynistic dude bro, who will let you fuck him in the library after a long day of studying for exams not that he has much of an option, at first he’s begging please not here come on anyone can just walk in but he only spreads his legs when you spit on your fingers before you rub them against his rim, reluctantly bends over the table while his eyes are glued to the door, tells you to “just hurry up or we’ll get caught here”but he’s painfully hard, cock flush against the wooden table and rubbing against it with every thrust, “mph fuck hurts ah- hurts sir” but won’t ask you to stop, practically slobbering all over the table while you’re ramming into his cunt, eyes slowly turning bleary and unfocused as he continues to watch the door, the look quickly turning into one of terror when he hears a voice, tries to push you away but he’s stuck in such a compromising position all he can manage is a weak push to the chest, and you’re stood there laughing while the sweet thing is begging you to “ pull out please!”

But you refuse to do that, so he does everything in his power to stay quiet - biting down on the palm of his hand or on his lips til it bleeds -while you’re continuously ramming into him, at some point you grow tired of the muffled grunts and groans and tell him you won’t let him cum if he doesn’t make some sounds, suddenly you have the sweet thing telling you how good he feels how he loves daddy’s cock even begging and pleading you to let him cum please!,

you watch the last bit of pride slowly be stripped away from him while tears continuously trickle down his cheeks, the only consoling he gets is when you lean into his ear and whisper to him not to worry “you sound like a girl anyway” and if someone were to walk in they’d see him with his back flushed against your chest, his pathetic little cock in the palm of you hand, and this big bad dude who claims he hates gay ppl so much sounding like a girl as he begs to cum on another man’s cock.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction To You Panty-Flashing Them

Warnings: Implied Smut, Mean! MW2, Dominant! MW2, Victim/Reader Blaming, Slut-Shaming, Reader Getting Pimped Out, Mention of a Leash, Allusions to Injury, Mentions of Blood, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Ghost

Ghost is a territorial man. So seeing you flash not only him but Johnny as well made something in him simmer.

It wasn’t rage, for this little accident, regardless of how intentional it was, was not your fault. If he had to place it, he’d attribute it to…

Lust.

As was evident in how he excused himself from the gathering of the 141 and Los Vaqueros in your living room, grabbing you by your arm.

He stowed you away. Dragged you to a desolate laundry room and gripped you by your thighs. You gasped, gripped onto him. Felt something hard rub against you.

Ghost threw you atop the washing machine and gave you a harsh stare as he watched you try to fight the feeling building within from the machine’s buzzing and shuffling.

“Go on then, Doll,” he rasps, eyes hard and the throbbing monster between his legs harder. He palmed himself. Remorse was not in his nature. And neither was mercy.

“Seein’ as you were practically beggin’ the others to fuck you, go and put on a show.”

His voice lowered. He stood between your legs, frame blocking you from any form of help or salvation.

“Just for me.”

König

König had been sat on your sofa, an action figure in a house for a doll half his size, and you’d bent over to retrieve something from beneath the TV cabinet.

The fact that you were wearing a pair of König’s shorts was already clouding his moral compass. Seeing your underwear peeking out beneath them was what sent him over the edge.

As you remained bent, cheek pressed to the floor as you reached for what you’d lost, you didn’t hear König approach. Didn’t know he’d even moved from the sofa until something thick and hard was pressed to the back of you, followed by two heavy hands holding you at the waist, and a slow, shuttering breath.

“Don’t move,” König told you. “Stay like this.”

Slowly, he pressed deeper into you. You could feel his restraint unwinding second by second.

It was when he bent over you, had his broad chest pressed to your back, that you knew you weren’t escaping. And you weren’t backing down.

“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you cum, bleed or pass out.” König’s voice held no humour, but you could feel the franticity building in it.

He reached round, gripped your chin. Made you look at him. His smile was sharp, his features dark.

“Whichever comes first.”

Soap

Johnny pulled the leash tighter around your throat when you tried to protest your innocence. Tried to make him see reason.

“Doesn’t matter that it was ‘just an accident’.” He mimicked you, made you sound weak, whiny. His eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. His knuckles turned white around the leash.

His shadow loomed over you from your position on the bed, on your hands and knees while Johnny presided over you with an iron fist.

Tears obscured his silhouette. Made your eyes glassy.

“Aww, Did I upset you, Bonnie?” Johnny’s tone held a gruffness that didn’t even try to hide the anger running beneath.

He huffed, a mocking laugh.

“How’d’ya think I felt when you were practically spreading your legs for Simon?”

Again, you tried to tell him what really happened. Tried to incur any fragment of mercy Soap would spare you.

He pulled on the leash again. Tighter. You gasped, hands flying up to the leather around your neck, trying to loosen it – to plead for Johnny’s favour – as the air was knocked out of you.

“Oh no, you don’t get to talk.” He said. He stepped to you. The bulge in his jeans became ever more noticeable. Impending.

“M’gonna use you like the whore you are ‘til my cum’s leaking out of every hole in your body.”

Valeria

“Do I look like I fucking care, Darling?” Valeria circled you, her belt wrapped around her hand, a glint of darkness in her eye.

Wrists and ankles duct-taped to the chair, you could do little to follow her. To understand her intentions.

“Do you really think whatever little lie you pass off as an excuse can quell the fire you’ve set?”

Before you could attest your innocence, beg for forgiveness, Valeria’s belt came down across your thighs. Crying out, you flinched, tried to withdraw, pushing your chair back in the process.

Valeria lunged forward and gripped the chair by the arms, pressing your skin into the wood, and dragged you back.

Her face twisted into a visceral snarl, the portrait of evil.

“Please, Valeria, I’m begging you–”

“Oh, you’ll beg for me, alright.” Valeria looked down at you, her face to yours. Just shy of your noses touching. With bared teeth, she smiled.

“I won’t stop until you do.”

Price

“If you wanted attention that badly, you could’ve just asked.”

Price had your arms and legs bound to a hard, wooden chair while a thick ream of cloth had your mouth gagged. He stood over you, arms crossed over his front, a glint in his eye. He sighed, brought his hands to grip your tied forearms. Pressed them into the armrests.

You winced.

“What…possessed you to go and show your arse to Alejandro and the rest of the team?” His voice reflected a tone of ponderment found only in Sarcasm’s extended family tree. And it showed with the faux confusion written in his brow.

“Do I just not cut it for you?” He leaned in. The chair creaked. Your arms hurt. He didn’t let up.

“Am I not enough to keep you from throwing yourself at the nearest soldier?”

He watched you, his stare narrow. You shook your head, eyes wide. You tried speaking through the gag, tried to tell him that he was the only man you loved, but you both knew your efforts were futile.

He withdrew, gripped his belt, adopted his default stance. He heaved a deep breath.

“Come in, lads,” he called behind him, not taking his gaze off you. Your stomach tightened.

A thin smile stretched across Price's lips as he watched your eyes widen, your gaze following Simon, Soap, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro as they filtered into the room.

Price bowed at the waist, lowered his voice so only you could hear.

“Seeing as you’re so keen to show ‘em what’s under your clothes, I’m gonna let them use you ‘til you’ve learnt your lesson.”

Horangi

Hong-Jin popped the top button of his jeans, keeping his gaze trained on you, spearing you with a dark stare.

“Did you enjoy giving König and I a little show, Dear?”

Sarcasm nestled in his tone, a viper in a den. But the excitement running parallel beneath it, just shy of its transparent underbelly, was evident.

Hong-Jin slid the zip of his jeans down. Pulled the denim over his hips.

“It’s only fair that I…” He took your hand, placed it at the hem of his underwear. Dipped beneath the band.

His skin was scorching. Something pulsated beneath your fingers.

The implication sat heavy in his tone. In his eyes.

“Return the favour.”

Alejandro

“I didn’t know I was dating such an attention-seeking whore.”

Alejandro’s voice was the roll of thunder across a darkened valley, the weight of a downpour of knives settled into his tone.

Hands behind his back, he stood over you, having resigned you to sitting on your knees, the hardwood floor pushing against your joints.

“Luckily for you, I’m not the type to hold grudges.” A smile played at his lips. One you knew not to trust.

“But he is.”

Alejandro looked to the door, where, from beyond its frame, emerged Rudy. His face held a similar, serpentine pallor, his lips drawn up into a thin smile. Venom in his veins.

“Wasn’t expecting to get blue-balled by (Y/N) earlier, Ale,” came Rudy, his usually sugared demeanour having dropped, the veil between what he was and what he showed to the world slipping away. Retreating.

Alejandro gave him a knowing look. He turned back to you.

“Why don’t you be a good little doll and put your face to the floor. Just like we practised.”

The memory of leashes, lashings and tears flooded your memory. You held back a  wanton whimper.

Alejandro’s voice dropped. “And let Rudy see the rest of what you promised him.”

Rodolfo

“I don’t want to have to do this, Cariño. Rudy stood over you, his hands on your shoulders and his face dark. Grim.

His hold on your shoulders tightened.

“But I can’t let your behaviour go…”

He searched your eyes for the right word. His brow furrowed when he found it.

“Unchecked.”

He sighed. Pushed down on your shoulders.

“Come on, Angel. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He told you, pushing harder until you bent to his will.

Now, on your knees, you could see how desperately he needed you.

One hand came to your jaw, thumb trailing to your lip, pulling your mouth open. The other slid down to his belt, sliding it from the buckle. It hissed, pulled tight against the metal. You swallowed.

Rudy’s breath shuttered, and you could tell from the way his hand clenched, the way he slipped the belt from his jeans like a snake, that he was enjoying this. Much more than he wanted to let on.

“Now remember, mi Amor, no teeth, no biting.” His head tilted. Condescending. “Or I’ll bite you back.”

Graves

He can barely contain himself.

It was only the briefest of flashes. It wasn’t even intentional. But something about your shy smile after the fact once you realised what you’d done sent a vicious little idea to Graves’s head.

He starts stealing all your underwear. Gradually, yet in large enough volumes that he doesn’t have to wait longer than he can handle without his reward.

One day, you come into his office, face warm and tugging an oversized shirt over the top of your thighs.

“Missing something, Darlin’?” Graves drawls. Your eyes narrow at him. You know he’s had something to do with your underwear’s disappearing act.

He puts his papers down, sighs, and rests the back of his head in his hands against the backrest of his chair.

“How about you flash me again. Slowly, now.” His eyes glint with a dark mischief and want.

“Y’don’t wanna know what happens if you don't do it the way I like it.”

Gaz

“Oh, Darling, look what you’ve done,” Gaz’s voice carried despite the thickening tension in the room. Neither of you needed to look down to see what he was referring to.

Despite the chastising tone in his voice, his eyes were warm. Kind, almost.

“If you wanted my attention so badly, you only had to ask.”

He stepped towards you, placing a hand under your jaw. He smiled.

“It’s only fair that I reward you for being so creative, isn’t it ?”

His other hand came to your shoulder, pushing the strap of your tank top until it fell, leaving the sweeping juncture between your neck and shoulder exposed.

Has bit back a shuttering breath.

Despite his gentile voice, an angeline choir, the soundtrack of mercy, there lay a hunger in his eyes, in his barely-restrained grip, that suggested a beast lurked beneath his pretty boy exterior.

And you knew from the way he told you to “Get on the bed – be good for me,” that you’d be seeing it tonight.

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Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

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[lovebugism]

OMG Stevie helping his shy!girlfriend with a bloody nose while at school just ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

steve promises a good time in exchange for skipping class with him. you end up with a bloody nose. (established relationship, hurt/comfort-ish, 0.8k)

“Missed you,” Steve slurs against your mouth, pressing your body between his towering one and the cold bathroom stall.

You manage a quiet giggle between his sloppy kisses. He swallows the sunshine sound with his plush, pink mouth. “It’s only been three hours,” you tell him as you twist your hands in his wild hair. The chestnut strands feel like silk between your fingers.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” the boy mumbles before pressing his smile to yours. He licks into your mouth and sighs at the taste, almost like he’s never felt you before — like he hadn’t kissed the breath from your lungs all lunch period.

He’s insatiable, your beautiful brown-eyed boy, and he kisses you with haste accordingly. He’s always seemed to touch you that way. With a hunger, like every time he’s held you is the very first time. And with an eagerness, like any time could be his last.

Steve gets all boyishly aggressive beneath the weight of his yearning. And you, warm and fondly held by his swollen mouth and wide palms, can’t help when your head gets all swimmy about it. It’s a horrid combination, really. 

‘Cause when he ducks down to kiss your neck, you rise to the tips of your toes to swallow him whole. Your faces bonk rather gracelessly together accordingly — like a couple of poorly aligned planets.

“Oh, shit!” Steve exclaims as he pulls back from you, rubbing at his aching forehead.

“I’m okay!” you blurt — not because you entirely mean it, but because you feel like it’s something you should say after being so carelessly clumsy.

The boy’s face twists with a puppylike pout. His jutted lips are rosier and very ardently kissed. His honey eyes flit rapidly across your features, glazed over with leftover longing. You look about as far-gone as he does now.

“Are you sure?” Steve presses. Because you’ve got a tendency to downplay the severity of certain situations for the sake of being a burden. It’s a whole thing. You’re still working on it. “I know that had to hurt, babe.”

“I’m fine,” you insist despite the distant throbbing between your eyes. Shaking your head with so much vigor doesn’t help. “I promise. I’m good… I think.”

Steve peers down at you, visibly unconvinced. His narrowed eyes widen when blood drips slowly from your right nostril, trickling like a river of crimson down your cupid’s bow.

Your brows furrow at his suddenly concerned gaze. “What?” you wonder as you reach for your mouth. His eyes are very obviously pointed there, and you’ve got a weird itch now, anyway.

“Nothing! It’s okay, just— Maybe don’t touch it,” Steve blurts before ducking at your side. He unravels cheap toilet paper from the dispenser beside your thigh and wraps it around his hand. He rises again to wipe the nosebleed, only to find that you’ve smeared it with your fingers.

Your eyes go glassy at the cherry-colored blood staining your fingertips. “Gosh…” you murmur as your heart swells into your throat. You blink slow, head all swimmy — and not in the good way.

“It’s okay. You’re alright, babe,” Steve insists as he smooths a softly calloused palm beneath your jaw. He guides your chin softly upward and presses the tissue to your nose. “Here. Just tilt your head back. Hold this ’til the bleeding stops, yeah?”

At a loss for what else to do, you listen to him. You press the crown of your head against the stall wall and wrap a trembling hand around the boy’s wrist. You can feel his racing pulse beneath your thumb.

“This is the last time I’m skipping study hall with you,” you announce with an icy glare that’s hardly intimidating. “Ever.”

Steve’s lip quirks into a sheepish half-smile. “I figured,” he replies.

When the bleeding doesn’t stop, he takes you to the nurse’s. 

He sits with you in the concrete room, beneath the buzzing fluorescent lights and the overwhelming scent of bleach. His hands tremble with the longing to touch you while the nurse checks you over. She shoves a cotton ball up your nostril and a bulky icepack in your hand.

Steve would help you hold it if he didn’t think it would be the worst idea ever. He’s already gotten you into this mess — he figures it’s best to keep himself out of the rest of it for now. He idles in the corner, instead, and plays the innocent bystander.

“How did this happen, exactly?” the woman asks as she scribbles out a report. The pen against the clipboard sounds much louder in the quiet.

You glance over her shoulder at Steve for an answer. He shrugs with panicked eyes. The nurse peers at you over the frames of her cat-eyed glasses with a most impatient glare.

“I, uh— I just wasn’t paying attention,” you stammer less than convincingly. “Slammed right into a wall. Guess I should watch where I’m going, right?”

You force out a giggle while the older woman flashes Steve a deadpanned glare. “And I don’t imagine that you were the source of this distraction. Were you, Mr. Harrington?” she montones.

“Me?” he scoffs with a lopsided smile. “Of course not.”

[dollwrites]

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act ten [ thigh riding ]

“Now petit,” Remy drawls. he’s breathless from the barrage of kisses and heavy petting you’d sprung upon him, but that doesn’t stop his lips from still chasing every movement of yours. his breath was hot on your mouth, his stubble tickling your soft cheek. you imagined just how raw it could rub between your legs, scraping against sensitive, vulnerable flesh and you mewl out loud, squirming in his lap. the idea made you wet. “You makin’ Gambit feel all guilty for givin’ you the drink, what with the way yer a’actin’ now.” but even in your inebriated state, you could tell that wasn’t entirely true. Remy was grinning a lazy, satisfied simper, enjoying the way your body rubbed against his, the way your head dipped so that you could nuzzle against his neck, lick and kiss and suck all over. “Rubbin’ all up on me like some kinda kitty cat in heat, purrin’ so pretty like.” with one hand firmly planted on the flare of your hip, the other traipsed across the shape of your jaw, urging your lips back towards his own. “Tell Gambit what it is you wantin’ right now, chére.”

“I want you.” the answer comes out so easily— slips from your swollen lips as simply as if you’d been asked what day it was. “Remy, I want you so much.”

Remy’s grin only widens, showing the tips of his jagged canine on one side. calloused fingers trace over your lips, committing each mountain and valley to memory as deep, ruby eyes flicker across your face, drinking in your expression. glassy eyes, unable to fully focus, in a lustful haze as the alcohol worked away in your system, lowering your inhibitions that you were usually so strict on. if Remy had been more of a scoundrel, he would’ve spared not a second— he would’ve had you on your back on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist and screaming his name as he plowed into you over and over. he knew you would let him in your drunken stupor. hell, you’d probably even beg him for it. however, he pushed that fantasy deep into the recesses of his mind almost as suddenly as it had flared.

damn, he hated having to be the reasonable one.

“I’m achin’,” he responds in a low groan, just barely rocking his hips to adjust your position on his lap, centering you. with the way your skirt was rolled up, the thick tent in his pants prods against the soft, flimsy cotton of your panties, already damp with your own desire. he lets out another sound, an expletive under his breath, as he feels the soak bleeding a damp spot right on his groin. his clothes were going to smell like your core, your arousal, which made it even more difficult for him to resist. “Gambit wants you bad, too, chére.”

“Then take me,” you plead with him, your hands running down over his shoulders, caressing his broad chest before sinking lower down over his abs. “Take me, Remy.” you could feel just how honest his words were, his hard cock rubbing up against your panties in such a delectable way, and you roll your hips to meet that movement, swooning at just how much of his length you could feel while he was still packaged up. your hands, albeit novice level when it came to intimacy, blindly fumbles with his belt, eliciting a soft grunt from him.

“Nuh uh uh, petit.” he insists, both hands fleeing to envelop yours and hold them for a moment. “Gambit ain’t gonna do nothin’ to make his lady hate herself in the mornin’, when her pretty head a’poundin’ and she’s comin’ round back to her senses. You done told me that you not gonna be ready ‘til I put a ring on this pretty, little finger.” pulling your hands with his own gloved ones to his lips, he peppers them in loving, open mouthed kisses. “Ah’ll always look after you, chére. And ah can tell that right now, you need a lookin’ after, but Gambit don’t take advantage a’his woman.” he paused, pondered for a moment, and gives you a charming, toothy grin. one that always made your knees weak so you were grateful to be perched on his lap. “That don’t mean he won’t give her what she needs,” releasing your hands from his own, he shifts you on his lap, his back sliding down further along the cushion of the sofa. you’re jostled into a straddling position across his right thigh, and he lets out a soft sigh— most likely of disappoint as his hard on can no longer rub your wet panties.

“Remy—“ you start to protest, squirming against his thigh. you wanted to get back to that intense sensation of his cock throbbing in his trousers, begging to be released. you wanted to grind on it some more, until you came and soaked his groin in your scent, since he wouldn’t let you get it out.

“Hush now, sugar. Just let Gambit get’chu goin’.”

one svelte finger slipped under your skirt, tracing your panty line before hooking into it. his bare knuckle brushed against your swollen clit, causing you to catch your breath and seize, but he only chuckles, pulling those panties to the side and out of the way. Remy taps his foot against the floor in a slow rhythm, the motion bouncing you up and down on his taut thigh. it wasn’t until you sit flush against it that you elicit a soft moan.

“Attagirl, just rub that sweet, little honeypot on my leg ‘till you’re all satisfied.”

both of your hands immediate search for purchase on his thigh, splaying out to provide leverage as your hips start to move of their own volition, humping your boyfriend’s leg like a needy bitch. it was almost overwhelming how warm his thigh was, how you were able to feel it radiating off of him. his muscles were subtle against the fabric, but tightened, and with each roll of your hips, your bare cunny rode against the dips in his muscle pads and wrinkles in the fabric, providing you with a wide, ribbed expanse to strum yourself silly upon.

before long, you were panting, back arching and hips rutting in fast, eager buck, and Remy can’t help but admire that sight. moaning to himself with one hand holding your waist to help guide your movements, the other palms at his cock, snorting through his nostrils to suppress a rumbling, pleasured sound. “Ah, chére, you drive Gambit crazy without even tryin’.” red eyes completely and utterly entranced by your base display, the smile on his lips still present, he rubs the bulge in his pants in languid circles, only to quell the raging need to be inside you. “Gonna cum on me, aincha?” he taunts, but only because he can see how close you are. he could watch the way you’re gripping his leg with both hands in tight vices, or feel all of the muscles in your legs tensed up, clenching around his own. he could hear it in your voice, the higher pitched gasping yelps that escaped your open mouth as your jaw hangs slack, and the dampness that coated his leg underneath you, marking him as yours. “You go ahead, now.” he encourages, squeezing your waist to ensure you that he still had you. “Let it all out, chére. Let Gambit see you.”

it was too difficult to hold out. your stomach was tied in a thousand knots that pulled and pulled and pulled with each swipe of your cunt over his thigh, until it felt like snapping. your nails dug into the rough denim of his pants, and you were certain you’d torn microscopic threading, because you could feel the warm flesh beneath, but you couldn’t care less about his ruined jeans right now. rubbing back and forth, aided only by the slight tapping of his foot, the bouncing of his leg, you brought yourself to the tipping point.

and when you came undone, you rode out the duration of your orgasm. toes curling, eyes crossing, and mouth hanging open. you cried out Remy’s name as if it were the only word you could remember. your clit throbbed, your core clenched around nothing but air, seeming to demand to be filled for the first time. slowing down once your muscles all loosened, you felt a creeping soreness in your inner thighs, cramping from the position you were in, but you chose to ignore it. your eyes were even more difficult to focus, now, but you managed to see only one of Remy and smile, lackadaisically and satiated at him.

that makes him laugh out loud, his hand gliding up the curve of your side and then to your arm, tracing over your shoulder until his thumb and forefinger capture your chin. “Now, what a pretty sight dat is,” he murmurs. his voice is still husky with unfulfilled desire, but he no longer rubs at himself. he needs that arm to sneak around your lower back and jerk you closer to his body, until you collapse with your chest flush to his. a soft giggle bubbles up from your grinning tiers, holding his shoulders. you can feel the warmth of his breath washing over your lips and cheeks in waves as he speaks again. “Cumdrunk’s cute on ya, chére.”

[temiizpalace]

☆┆TEND TO MY WOUNDS !

SUMMARY: red alert! he’s injured! it’s alright, for the prefect of ramshackle is here to save the day.

CHARACTERS: leona, jade, jamil, rook, idia

(i spun a wheel to try and write other characters.. jamil and leona just love me teehee)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: the boys get injured, but nothing is life threatening. — cursing — MENTIONS OF BLEEDING (not fatal)

ROMANTIC, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

🦁┆LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“shit! ow—“

leona groans, feeling the stinging pain of alcohol rubbed onto his forehead. spelldrive didn’t go as it usually did.

everything was normal. practice was going well, and everybody was doing the proper training regiments. it was all fun watching leona and everybody practice by a nearby tree. except leona wasn’t practicing this afternoon.

today, he felt like napping right beside you. he laid his head in your lap, sound asleep. this all goes south when some freshmen decide to mess around, sending the disc flying in your direction.

typically leona would’ve been able to divert it with magic, but feeling a little hazy from barely awakening, it hit him straight on the forehead.

now here you both are, present in the infirmary, leona sitting on the cot, and you being his own personal doctor. “i can’t believe the great leona kingscholar got hit by a spelldrive disc. it is truly an honor to witness it first hand.” you joke, causing him to roll his eyes.

“tch.. whatever— FUCK.” it’s funny to see leona in such a state. one where his tough guy act isn’t all the way up. you thought he’d brush off the pain like a man, but surprise! we learn something new everyday.

“haha.. wait here. i need to find bandages.” you walk over to the cabinet, only to find all the boxes of bandages empty. except for one. a bandaid box. you snicker at the sight of them and take a couple out of the box. leona raises a brow as he heard your giggling in the back til you made your way back towards him.

you stood in front of him and placed the bandaids on his forehead. he liked the close proximity. he likes being by your side. you caring for him like this is actually one of his deepest desires. he won’t ever say it aloud of course, but he hopes you take the hints.

“you are now officially cured.” you grin, finally applying the last bandaid. he stood up, looking you in the eyes. he wanted to thank you. wanted to thank you for helping him. wanted to thank you for caring enough about him to do this. to help him.

but leona being leona cannot say thank you. “..I don’t wanna owe you any favors so,” he pulls out his wallet from his pocket and throws it to you. you catch it, nearly dropping all the thaumarks inside on the floor. “go buy somethin’ while you’re at it.”

he ruffles your hair, walking out of the infirmary. you flip through the wallet, it barely closing due to the amount of cards and thaumarks inside. rich boy privileges go crazy. ruggie wasn’t kidding when he said leona was stinkin rich. all you could do was stand there, shocked.

leona walks back out to the field, hearing the team laugh as he approaches. he looks at them with a puzzled look, the laughing becoming unbearable. “oi, what’s so funny? mind tellin’?”

“cute bandaids ya got there, boss. shishishishi..” ruggie chuckles, looking at leona’s super cute and silly unicorn bandaids on his forehead. at first, he’s confused. then he rips a bandaid off and looks at the patterns.

start running <3

🐬┆JADE LEECH

“jade, stop moving!”

you sigh, trying to place a bandaid on jade’s cut. you wanted to help him cook today since mostro lounge has been extremely busy lately. azul had been working him to the bone, so he used his time off as a way to spend time with you.

only to end up back in the kitchen, but whatever. since you’re there, it’s all good. while chopping a mysterious vegetable, (it’s a mushroom..) he accidentally cut his finger. he wasn’t paying attention to where he was cutting. cause he was looking at you.

normally somebody would wince in pain, but jade is jade. so. “oh my, this is unexpected.” he says, as his blood gets on his gloves and contaminates the mushrooms. “oh my what— OH MY GOSH, JADE.” you yell, as he’s abnormally calm about the fact blood was all over the mushrooms.

so now he’s sitting at one of the barstools in mostro lounge as you try to patch up his finger. anytime the bandaid gets remotely close to the cut, he squirms and jerks his hand away. you can’t tell if he’s messing with you or if he’s just sensitive to touch because he still has his dumb polite smile.

“jade. stop. moving.” you grunt, trying to grab his wrist to hold his hand still. “fufu..” his stupid chuckle is usually very nice but it’s just growing irritating.

for some reason he still has the impulse to tease you. even when injured. all you want to do is care for him, so why is he making this so difficult?! is he waiting for something?

oh. that’s an idea.

“jade, may i see your hand?” you ask, putting the bandaid on the counter. he raises a brow, but complies nonetheless. “of course. do be gentle though, im wounded.” well no shit.

you held his hand gently, raising a finger up to your lips. you place a gentle kiss on his finger. not on the wound exactly, but near it. his eyes slightly widened and his cheeks tinted slightly red. he loses his composure for just a moment, giving you time to apply the bandaid onto his cut.

you smile in victory, standing up from your seat. “there, all better!” you winked at him before making your way back to the kitchen. he sat there, dumbfounded. how curious.. if that’s a way to get free kisses..

“oh dear, it appears i had just cut my lower lip. what a shame. it appears i am in need of some assistance.” this wasn’t even five minutes later.

🐍┆JAMIL VIPER

“you scream like a girl.”

you laugh as jamil looks away from you. he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes. a little earlier, the both of you were sitting in the lounge of ramshackle as comfortable silence filled the air.

he was flipping through pages of a book while you leaned onto his shoulder, playing a game of some sort on your phone.

“..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

that silence was interrupted as you heard a high pitched scream next to you, turning your head to see jamil absolutely mortified and panicked.

“JAMIL?! WHAT IS—“ then you spotted it. the wretched cockroach crawling on the table. he shut his book and threw it at the table, missing. now he’s grabbing all nearby objects to kill the insect.

“JAMIL PLEASE CALM DOWN, PLEASE! FUCK, JAMIL—” he ended up using his magic, but used a lil too much. as you held him back, his leg bumped against the table, causing him to scurry back to the couch.

confirming that the roach had cleared the premises, you sat next to him and checked the bump on his leg. his breaths were heavy and a sweat was across his brow. you would’ve thought he looked insanely attractive if it weren’t for the incident just before.

now he’s embarrassed, his hood is pulled over, and he’s pouting as he looks away from you. “i think you got a small cut, but it should be fine. i’ll go get some bandaids!” you hum, getting up from the cushions to find the box of bandages.

he completely humiliated himself in front of you. he was weak in front of you. and he hates that. “im back and here to repair your boo-boo.” you came back with the box, sitting back down and opening it. you remove a bandaid and slowly apply it til you hear him mutter something.

“sorry.”

“hm? sorry, couldn’t hear ya. mind speaking up for me?” you heard him perfectly fine. he irks before speaking up, his tone hinted with annoyance. “sorry.”

“all is forgiven, my love.” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. he sighs, reciprocating the hug and leaning onto you. “please forget you saw that..” he mumbles, his face practically burning.

you chuckle, playing with loose strands of his hair as the both of you now lied on the couch. “no promises..” he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, but placed a quick kiss on your cheek. he shuts his eyes, needing to recharge.

“mhm. love you too, jamil.” you whisper, allowing him to rest on your chest. he fell asleep in no time flat. let him rest. or even better yet, join him!

🏹┆ROOK HUNT

“how’d you fall?”

you ask, seeing as rook lied on the ground. i don’t know how to explain his pose, he’s just a theatre kid.

“never mind the details, ma chère. all that matters is that you had rushed to my rescue!” he smiles as you stood there. the most deadpan expression on your face. “i’ll just go get you bandages and not question it.” “merci!”

you rush to the infirmary, grabbing the bandages and rushing out. if nobody knew better, they’d all have assumed that rook was dead. he hasn’t moved an inch.

“where’d you injure yourself?” you ask, crouching down and inspecting his arms. “non, non. you must guess!” he laughs, sitting up right away. you groan as he initiated such an idea. “rook. im not going to guess—“

“if that is the case, ill be stuck in everlasting pain! it’d be unbearable.” he sighs dramatically, causing you to furrow your brow. “fine. did you injure your leg?” you grumble, checking each limb.

he shook his head, smiling like an absolute idiot. “here, allow me to give you a hint.” he grabs your hand guiding it to the place of the wound. of course he can’t do it without teasing you a little.

he places your hand on his shoulder, his hand, his neck, til eventually he stopped on his cheek. “my injury can be found around here.”

you look at his cheek, but there is no cut, scratch, or bruise to be seen. you raise a brow at him, but he has no shift in reaction. “rook, are you lying to me?” rook shook his head, looking you in the eyes. “I wouldn’t lie to you, mon amour. perhaps you need a closer look.”

before he could even explain what that meant, he pulled you towards him. causing you to fall onto him. “can you see it now?” he asks, staring at you lovingly.

you sigh, pulling a bandage out and placing it onto his lips. his eyes widened, but he wasn’t mad. not in the slightest! he wrapped his arms around you. taking this opportunity for a cuddle session.

despite your “annoyance,” you smiled and laughed slightly. “you’re impossible, rook.”

he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, humming happily as you spoke. his fingers intertwined with yours as the sun hit both of your figures. creating a scene resembling one of a fairytale.

💀┆IDIA SHROUD

“you can’t lock yourself into your room because of this.”

you slightly chuckle as you patch up idia’s knee. moments before, his PE class had to do the sprints. looks like he went to class on the wrong day.

while he was running, he tripped on a conveniently placed rock and fell on his knee. ortho quickly went to find you and bring you to idia so that you can comfort him.

he had tears coming from his eyes, which caused ortho to panic. you both carried him to the infirmary since he had an inability to walk. you situated him onto the cot and grabbed some bandages from the cabinets. “don’t worry niisan! the prefect will take good care of you!”

ortho chimed, trying his best to comfort his brother. idia felt his stress lessen, but that doesn’t change the immense pain he was in. “thank you, ortho. but i don’t im ever gonna to go outside again.”

he mumbles, causing ortho to pout. you come back with the bandages, smiling as you sat to the side of the cot. “im gonna have to go explain to coach vargas why you’re not here! hang tight, niisan!”

you waved to ortho, leaving just you and idia in the infirmary. “idia, you’re not going to die because of this.” you smile, placing the bandage onto his knee. idia groans, picking at his fingers. “i looked so cringe just now. definitely not my moment.”

“you didn’t look cringe, idia. you got hurt.” you grabbed his hand and held it in yours. he smiles slightly as you tried to reassure him. it was endearing to him. “thanks.. but i want to lock myself in my room for like ever after this..” he quickly mutters, hoping you wouldn’t hear that. surprise! you heard him.

“no idia, you can’t lock yourself in your room forever after this.” you sigh, realizing this was the man you fell in love with. “what? you can come too. you’d be free from all the normies surrounding you.” he stated bluntly.

“..no.” you hesitantly said, squeezing his hand slightly. you both sat in the infirmary for a few more moments before you sat up and let go of his hand. “can you stand?”

“no.” he quickly replies, not even bothering to try. you stare at him before exhaling deeply. “i’ll bring your switch then. wait here.” he smiled as he watched you exit the room. he appreciated how understanding you were. how you knew what he wanted before he even had to ask. ..well, most of the time anyway.

when you came back, you sat next to him on the cot. you both played smash bros together, playing until the console runs out of batteries. lucky for him, his console lasts for almost an entire week before it runs out of power.

let me just say, he beat your ass in smash bros.

A/N: this sat in my drafts for a very long time. i had to brainstorm A LOT to see how idia could get injured.

date published: 1/27/24

© temiizpalce — don’t steal or copy my work!

[yandere-3-sagau]

Yandere!Wanderer x Secret Creator Reader Pt 2

warnings(s): slight angst, kinda? humanish wanderer (he can bleed, throw-up and cry), its unedited cause i’m spam posting my drafts <3

word count: nunya

First Part: Here

Wanderer never realized how much you affected his daily life until your absence began to sink in. He never noticed how much your smile and kind greetings made his heart flutter until his heart ached from the emptiness.

At first, he didn’t really think your absence was such a big deal til he’d wake up with tears in his eyes and the faint whisper of the name you had given him ringing in his ears. It was like you were haunting him. How could you name him with such care but disappear and not even think to visit? Did you really abandon him? Were you lying when you told him the meaning of his name?

Wanderer began traveling the world, following any reported sightings of the creator. Each time he’s left with a dead end, he feels his sanity wear thinner and thinner, a gentle touch away from snapping.

It isn’t until he hears of a parade being held to welcome and thank the creator for restoring the kingdom of Khaenri’ah. He drops everything he’s doing, and heads straight to your supposed location.

When he gets there, the streets were crowded with people watching as you give a speech high up on a balcony.

He ignores everything else, his focus entirely on you. It’s as everything melts into the background and his actions are on autopilot.

He flies over your position, not hearing any of the gasps erupt from the crowd nor noticing the guards that seem alert at his presence.

His are wide and blown out as he grips your wrists tightly.

“Wanderer…”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT…” he says, tears lining his eyes. Your eyes furrow in confusion. He seems unstable, face full of desperation.

“What do you mean…”

“… my name,” he says quietly. “Say my name!” You pause for a bit, not understanding what he wants. Finally, you speak.

“__”

The voice he has been longing to hear… the name he dreamt of you saying reaches his ears.

He lets out a choked sob, all the emotions he held in finally spilling out as he grips your clothing. It’s like nothing else in the world matters but the two of you.

Even as there are whispers all around speaking of blasphemy.

Amidst his sobs, he asks you all the questions that had been plaguing his mind.

“Do you really see me as a gift… a blessing? Am I really that important to you…”

You’re silent, unsure what to say as all eyes watch you. He feels his heart break at your silence.

“I’m sorry!” he shouts, hands trembling. “I’m sorry I haven’t been using it. I love it! I love what you named me, I really do!”

“I’m your blessing, right? Why aren’t you saying anything.” His movements grow desperate as he shakes you. “… you said so yourself, you can’t take it back. Why aren’t you speaking?!”

You notice the judging eyes staring at the man on the floor. You try to push him off of you but he lets out another heavy, choked out sob, his tears flowing harder. Your attempts to get him off you is seen as a form of rejection. “You-“ he suddenly doubles over, throwing up on the ground. ”…you can’t abandon me!” He screams.

The guards grow closer and he finally notices them. “Please…” he crumples to the floor, trembling hands clutching his chest. He gasps as he finds it hard to breathe. He feels a pressure in his head, and suddenly blood flows from his nose.

You begin to panic, seeing him cry so hard his nose begins to bleed. You bend over and bring him into your arms. Rubbing his back, you call out the name you’ve given him. “I’m not abandoning you. You’re a gift.”

He shakes his head, pushing himself further into your arms. “I’m yours! I’m your gift…” He needs to hear you say it. He needs you clear all the insecurities and doubts in his heart. He truly looks pitiful, his face covered in snot and tears.

The guards are unable to pull him away from you no matter how hard they try. His grip on you is like iron. The guards have no choice but to disperse the crowd. With a nod of your head, the guards allow the two of you some privacy.

Almost an hour passes of him crying into your arms, begging you not to abandon him and demanding you say his name over and over again.

Finally, his tears run out and he’s left sniffling with his eyes swollen shut from the salty tears.

“You love me, right?” he whispers, staring up at you from his position in your arms. You sigh and press a kiss to his forehead.

“Yes, I love you ___.”

He smiles with his red puffy eyes and tear stained face.

“I love you, too…” he whispers before he passes out, the exhaustion finally taking over. You try to move but even unconscious, his grip is tight and unrelenting.

You sigh and let him cling to you. You’re glad that he likes the name you’ve given him but you’re a bit concerned on how much importance he’s placed on it. As you relax in his hold, you fail to realize that simply typing in a cluster of letters into a game has set your fate in stone and that no matter how hard you try to deviate from it’s tracks, you’ll never be free from it’s grasp.

[skymar13]

Helping 1A with the post war effects

:angst/comfort

Bakugo

When bakugo started to lose his hearing you thought it’d be ideal and give him some reassurance to learn sign to be able to freely communicate with him as well as help him interact with his classmates as well.

Izuku

Izuku had always had scars on his body but now they had almost tripled to the point his body was more scar than skin. When yall would cuddle you’d lightly touch his scars whispering how beautiful they were making him feel less insecure and grounded.

Denki

When Denki came back his brain was fried and he’d have random spells where he would just blank out. The rest of the class made jokes about it but when this happened you’d rub his back waiting for him to come back to reality and when he did he’d js look at you with sorrowful eyes.

Kirishima

Kirishima thought he was unbreakable but when he started falling apart during the war and was actually getting marked up he couldn’t help but feel useless. You stop by to change out his bandages and make him food since he refused to leave and for this he thanked you to no end

Mina

She had carefully manipulated her quirk all the time. Mina had never gotten chemical burns until the battle. Now she had to deal with painful light pink marks across her body. (I have vitiligo so I relate to the insecurity) she hated them thinking they were disgusting and she tried to hide them until you’d kiss each one carefully complementing their shapes and color.

Iida

His engines had blown and were terribly sore it hurt to walk. So you never let iida walk not even to fetch his water bottle that was across the room. You’d taken care of him u til he healed without a question and for this he was forever indebted.

Sero

His arms had been sore and he was all banged up from the falls he’d endured. Sero sat on the sink letting you change his bandages and lay kisses on them afterwards. He leant in to kiss you lips hissing in pain.

Ururaka

Poor had been vomiting all day. Ururaka couldn’t even stand straight without getting nauseous. And even if it was gross you held the bag or pulled her hair back and brought her water and liquid ivs or snacks to make sure she wouldn’t get sick.

Tsuyu

Her tongue had been sliced up to the Gods blood constantly spilling from her mouth. Every time you noticed tsu beginning to bleed you brought her hydrogen peroxide and cleaned her wounds.

Jirou

Her ears had been ringing all day none stop causing her so many head aches. Jirou had experienced too many loud sounds for way too long. The best way you could help was be her quiet you brought her noise canceling headphones and watched 1950s silent movies.

Todoroki

He’d had freezer burns and regular burns all over his body. Todoroki was constantly shaking from the pain he couldn’t touch anything before his nerves would flare up. You’d brought him some aloe Vera and Tylenol you wouldn’t touch him but you stayed with him and that’s all he could ask for.

Tokoyami

He had gotten pretty beaten up back there and shadow hadn’t helped. Tokoyami had barely any control over dark shadow to the point he stopped trying. Luckily you were able to patch him up and calm dark shadow with your words of love and treats.

Hitoshi

He had so many head aches from over use of his quirk. So you stayed in hitoshis dorm making it dark and quiet with just the tv playing as you let him nap with Tylenol on the bed side waiting for him.

Momo

She’d almost completely wrecked her whole body. Momo had felt weak for a while after barely being able to walk across her room without feeling dizzy and nauseated. You brought her some medicine and food and kept her entertained u til she felt better.

[konigsblog]

Incel Konig meeting his favorite e girl at meet up. Tracks her down when she cuts their time short for being “ weird” and teaches her a lesson in back alleyway :(

tw/cw; incel!perv!könig, non-con/dub-con, rape, dark fiction, dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+ 🖥️

könig struggles to differentiate a friendly gesture from a signal that you want to be fucked relentlessly.

in his eyes, könig believes that he has a chance with you. you're a streamer, you're aware of your target audience and the fact that it's older, depraved sickos that don't have anything better to do with their lives but to jerk off and stalk their favourite e-girl.

könig retired from the military years ago, but he believes he deserves something for working in such a dangerous work environment. he's pushy, he won't stop pleading with you until he gets what he thinks he deserves, a sickening grin on his face after having his fun with a little waitress or bartender.

you're his newest obsession. he's bought your merchandise, grinds against the plushies that you sell. he'll rub his bulbous, leaking cock back and forth against the soft, cotton fabric until he's left cum stains all over it, listening to the audios you sell to those who pay for your subscription, the sound of your sweet voice leaving his boner swollen and sore. meeting you was a pleasure, but he's looking for something else.

you cut your time with him short because he was being ‘perverted’ and ‘creepy’, or at least that's what you claim. he's not being weird at all. he's doing what every other man is thinking about, at least he has the confidence to act like this. he'll follow you despite you pleading with him to just go home and forget about your promise to get him off afterwards, but a promise is a promise and könig isn't going anywhere ‘til he gets what he wants.

he pushes you to the wet concrete, the droplets of rain splashing against the cold ground, leaving your clothes wet and torn. könig pins you down using his strength and weight, a large hand around your throat gripping your nape tightly, threatening you to make sure you stay quiet. he rips your clothes off, exposing your soft body to him, your perky nipples and bare cunt. he forces his large, hung cock inside despite the tightness, his large hand silencing your muffled pleas and cries, hushing your protests with his guttural, deep growls and grunts drowning out the sound of your sorrows and fear.

crimson runs down your soft, supple thighs, smeared along your skin, soon to be marked with cuts and marks from könig's tight grip. he drives his sturdy and muscular hips into your body, your legs forcefully thrown over his shoulder to allow him to hit places you've probably never felt before. your eyes roll backwards and your body tenses up, unable to stop twitching and shaking at the painful, bleeding ache between your legs. you cry out pitifully, the sight of your tears tugging at his heartstrings, but not enough to convince him to leave you alone, or to at least go easy on you.

he pounds into your weak body while you wail out, the agonising sensation inside of your tight cunny leaving your breathless. your makeup is smudged from being slapped about and manhandled, as if you're a puppet on strings. he hunches over your form and slams into your soft folds, finally re-enacting his sickening, brutal desires and fantasies with the one he adores most. you're compliant with his orders by the end it, too scared to deny him and following him back to his apartment, only to be used as if you're a prostitute for days before you're let go.

[whinesandwhimpers]

cw; victim overtaking kidnapper mid-fucking, choking—almost passing out, breeding kink

stalker!reader who manages to kidnap Soap but does a terrible job of tying him up so when he wakes up to you bouncing on his cock he easily breaks his binds and harshly grabs your hips and starts thrusting up into you.

"This what ye wanted, Lass?"

You gasp as he flips you both over and continues roughly fucking into you, pawing at your tits and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back and release a loud moan.

"Please, please—"

He folds you in half, hitting deeper inside you, wraps a hand around your neck and applies a little pressure, making your eyes snap open to see he's already watching you, teeth bared like a wild animal.

"That's it. Ye want me so you'll take whatever I give ye, filthy fuckin' girl." He snarls and presses harder against your neck, effectively cutting off your oxygen.

Your building orgasm mixes with pure panic as you claw at his arm to no avail.

When your vision starts to dot black and your eyes close, he releases your neck, his hand flying down to rub fast, harsh circles on your clit.

Between your arms sprawling out to clench the sheets and taking his rough pounding(quite literally rocking the bed), you manage a few gasps for air before you're crying out as you reach climax and cum on his cock.

"Ye want my bairn too, aye? Want a big, swollen belly until you're pushing him out of this pretty cunt, aye?" He pulls out of you, flips you over, lifts your ass up before he's driving his dick right back inside you. He grabs your tits and pulls you up, your back flush against his chest, squeezing the flesh and pulling your nipples. He puts his mouth next to your ear, through the sounds of your squelching pussy and his body smacking against yours with every thrust, you manage to hear the low words, a promise that sends shivers through you. "Aye, I can do that. I'll keep you stuffed full of my cock and my cum 'til there's a whole litter of 'em running 'round."

You whine and clench around his cock, your head slumping back against his shoulder as he fucks you to your second orgasm. You bring a hand up to hold onto the back of his neck, making him hiss when you dig your nails in.

"Knew you were—were perfect." You huff out, eyes squeezing shut.

He growls and turns your head and kisses you roughly, biting your bottom lip until it bleeds. When you moan against his mouth at a particularly rough thrust, he groans and slams inside you to the hilt, coating your walls and filling you up with his warm cum.

The feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to send you over the edge, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first, making you scream.

He holds you on his cock as you come back down from the high, then follows you as you slump forward onto the bed, laying on top of you and keeping his cock buried inside you. He murmurs in your ear about keeping you plugged up so it takes before he nuzzles his cheek against your back and falls asleep.

You can't help but clench around his cock at how he just bred you and how he promises to keep breeding you, causing him to let out a little whimper in his sleep, and though you should feel like you're being crushed by this large mass of a man, you're quite comfortable with him on top of you and fall blissfully asleep.

[henneseyhoe]

Home Alone.

Lewis Hamilton X Black!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS:Brief hitting, pain kink, masturbat!on, Sub!Lewis, Dom!Reader, smutty flashbacks,slightly unedited, SHORT!

SUMMARY: Lewis feels neglected so he takes matters into his own hands.

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“You just don’t listen, do you?”

The stinging he felt on his bronzed skin was like fire to his backside. Every crack of your whip came with a soothing rub or caress before contradicted by another smack and the thong you once wore that morning made for good use as a gag, the cotton stuffed in his mouth being the only thing blocking his moans from bleeding into the hallway. When you had told him not to cum while you were gone, he blew you off. If anything he’d have more than enough time to cum.. over and over again. He hadn’t had the pleasure of being inside you in weeks, which came with reason. You were busy, and unfortunately around this time your fiancé was taking a break.

“Do you need anything? Let me know now” You alarmed your soon to be husband and gathered your keys, putting them in your purse. You felt his strong arms snake their way around your waist, his tatted hands roaming your soft stomach and sides.

“I need you”

He spoke against your neck, making you roll your eyes for what felt the hundredth time that day. This had been his third attempt to bed you.

“Lewis..” You warned and he groaned your nickname, throwing his head back.

“Did I do something? Cause this feels like punishment and I don’t think i can last any longer” He was truthful. He felt one minor brush up against him could have a wet spot in his briefs.

You turn to him and cup his face in your hands. “How the hell did you survive when you were single? There’s no way you need sex this often”

“you want an honest answer?” He questioned and you squint, letting him go. “No, actually…I might punch you and I don’t need your white side kicking in and calling the law on me” You joke then kiss his lips before slipping away from his hold.

He couldn’t even enjoy your crack at him in peace, another groan exiting his mouth as you escaped him. “I have no energy to feel humor right now, I need to cum first”

“Then I suggest you wait for when I wanna give it to you” You gave him one last glare before leaving. He knew what that meant and cared less at the moment.

While you put on your big girl pants on and went out to stock up on food for the month, your fiancé took it upon himself to take care of that itch he has had for the passed week. He uncaringly left the bedroom door cracked open, more focused on the less dominant hand around his long shaft gripping the base to keep him from cumming too quick after that first round.

He held his right hand around his tip, slowly jerking himself off again once he felt that familiar pressure and heat in his muscles dissolving. He had precum beading on his tip, the clear and sticky liquid trickling, almost tickling the underside of his shaft before the trail was stopped by his hand. He thought about your warm walls and digging into you deep, so deep that the cum from the round before was forced out of you, pooling around the base of him and your entrance until it began dripping down to the sheets.

He couldn’t take the image of you being sprawled out for him, or on your knees, or with your ass up and face down. Any position had his head spinning and his stomach muscles burning with the need to un-flex, but he was on the edge and it was almost impossible to not tense up without cumming all over himself, particularly his stomach and chest, and he wasn’t done playing yet.

He hadn’t thought about his favorite times like when you’d fuck yourself in front of him, an exact replica of his dick measurements from tip to base and width shoved inside of you with no hip or thigh barrier stopping you from getting each and every inch, your chest heaving up and down the faster you went.

He hadn’t yet thought about when he ate you out all night to the point you cried and wet up your new sheets. His lips tasted like you till the morning when he reluctantly washed it off, remembering he could just go and get another taste whenever he wanted it.

He hadn’t thought about when you sucked his dick on your first date night after the engagement, taking him down your throat as your head hung off of the edge of the bed. He had watched the imprint of his thick dick penetrate your throat, satisfied shivers running along his skin as he heard you gag with every thrust of his hips. Even with the gags, you took him like a champ, as if he dick belonged there and should have never left from the first time.

As he began to think about it all, he had no idea the woman of the hour had been watching almost the entire time.

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💌ps.| this was originally gonna be about jude bellingham but then i found out that nigga is 20 and i was like ohhh that’s not- ???? 💀 i could have sworn he was 22 like huh?!

[poetryvampire]

If I may indulge,

Headcanons for 🌿Halsin🐻 helping you through your period.

Mines been real rough and I've been thinking about it all day. Lots o' spice for this one

Sfw

● First of all Bear Hugs Ba-by! Wanna cuddle up in a cozy pile and die?? He's got you. Halsin 1000% down to be the softest warmest heaviest teddy in the world for you any time but always brings out the bear cuddles when you're not feeling well

●He's not off put by it at all. Bleed on the sheets? Need to put off work for bit? He's super understanding it's only natural after all. If anything he's practically dragging you to bed to rest up when it gets bad.

●Ever attentive, he has a variety of herbs and teas to help with pain. It's boiling before you even have the thought to ask for it. He also makes sure to add a little extra honey for comfort.

●Don't feel like moving? Halsin would literally carry you to a soft patch of grass in the sun if you'd let him. He's perfectly happy to have a low key day keeping you company. On top of that he'd even try to entertain a bit if you wanted. Regale you with one of his youthful misadventures? His slight embarrassment is a small price to pay for that smile on your face.

Nsfw

● Now, he's not just unbothered by menstruation. In fact he thinks it's terribly erotic. He really can see beauty in all of nature and would relish in helping you work out the discomfort.

●It would take awhile to admit but he's got a wicked breeding kink and this definitely plays into that. Just it being a symbol of what your body can do does something to him that makes him want to ravish you.

● He's very controlled though. Like always, he wants to make you feel good above all but in times like this he's maddeningly slow. He wants to comfort your whole body and would start with a long bath or massage. You're practically drunk on how soothing his hands are.

●Halsin is very aware of how your period affects your sensitivity, how aching your breasts become. And he takes full advantage. He loves watching you squirm at his lightest touch. He'd sit you in his lap, back pressed to his chest and massage them til they practically hurt. After a bit of begging he'd move on to another overally sensitive bud.

●By the time his fingers are rubbing slow perfect circles on your clit it takes very little to push you over the edge. He takes his time works you up again and again as his mouth is caught between kissing your neck and whispering a slew of the most romantic filth you've ever heard.

●His plan is to give you enough orgasms to forget the pain. And it's working very well. Before you can even register what's happening he's between your legs lapping and sucking you to delirium. He's dying to feel you pulsing on his tongue and he hasn't long to wait.

●It's then he finally grants your clit mercy and you feel him pressing against you. As usual he enters you slowly to accommodate his size. He's over you now and you drag his face down to yours til he's completely against you. You need to feel him close as his slow deep thrusts work magic for both of you.

●You're feeling fucked senseless by the end but totally cramp free. In fact you've never felt so relaxed. Sleep comes to you quickly wrapped tight in Halsin's embrace. 💚✨️

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-four of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly, burying his face in Bernard’s shoulder; feeling syrup-sticky and slow and warm and sweet. “Robin told me.” 

“Good boy,” Bernard says, pressing a kiss against his temple and petting the back of his head; stroking a hand across the small of his back too. “Mn. Fuck, you really are tight. Still this excited to get played with, huh?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kon pants against the other’s shoulder, rolling his hips a little faster, and everything in the whole world just feels liquid. “Play with me, Rob said you could, said I could be good for you, I’ll be so good for you, pleasepleaseplease–” 

“C’mon, yeah, just like that,” Bernard sighs breathlessly, tightening his grip on him a little more; rolling his hips up into his a little harder. “So cute. You can hold onto me with your hands too, boy, you don’t have to do it with just your ass. Or do you wanna hold my hand again, it’s alright if you–” 

“Mn” Kon chokes, rolling his hips a bit too hard, and he knows he needs to keep the super-speed out of bed with baseline humans as much as possible, but his hands just snap to Bernard, one grabbing the hand of the arm the guy has wrapped around his waist where it’s curling around his hip and the other grabbing onto his back and just–clinging, maybe, kinda, sorta. 

Definitely. 

“Fucking cute,” Bernard mutters, then presses another kiss into his hair. “Good boy, best boy, how’s it feel? You like it? Wanna come like this?” 

“I–your shirt,” Kon manages stupidly even as he clings tighter to the other and nuzzles tightly into his neck, because, like–he’s probably already gotten pre on it by now being pressed in this tight against the guy, but if he actually comes right now, he doesn't think he'll be able to concentrate enough to keep it off his– 

“S’okay if you make a little bit of a mess,” Bernard hums, nuzzling him in return; curling his fingers against his scalp and shifting the hand he has underneath his to grip his, and Kon muffles a moan against his shoulder, and there’s just no space left between them and Bernard just keeps talking and–“S’what I’m here for, right? I’m taking care of you ‘til Tim gets back. You don’t need to worry about anything else. Just lemme make you feel good.” 

“I–I–” Kon chokes, clinging to him even tighter, and Bernard nuzzles in behind his ear and bumps a couple of his earrings with his nose in the process and rolls his hips up into his without pulling back out of him at all and gives his hand the softest little squeeze, and Kon’s stamina is apparently just fucking gone because he immediately comes all over both of their stomachs with a gasping keen of a sound and–and Bernard keeps nuzzling him, keeps his arms around him, keeps his hands on him and his hips pressed up into his, and Kon literally did not even get his dick touched properly again, just kind of not-even-deliberately rubbed up between them at best, and he–and he–why’s he so–he managed to keep his TTK from letting his come get all over Bernard’s shirt, barely, but he really doesn’t even know how he did, because everything’s just so–“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I–please don’t–please–” 

“Not gonna take your toy away, boy, you can play long as you want,” Bernard murmurs, then gives his hips a pointed roll up. Kon makes an absolutely pathetic embarrassment of a sound this time, body shaking and face buried in tight against the other’s shoulder and everything just–just liquid, even as he makes the reflexive little gesture that flicks the mess of his come out from between them before it makes an actual mess, though he can’t make it all the way to the trash can with it this time and has to just–just settle for the sheets, this time. 

He’s just–he’s just all oozy, syrupy, melty liquid, all molten in his bones and bleeding through his veins and muscles and guts. The only thing he can feel that doesn’t feel like liquid right now is Bernard’s rock-hard cock hilted up so deep inside him; hilted up so perfect inside him. Literally nothing else even feels worth feeling, right now.

“Bernard,” he whines, and can’t even be embarrassed anymore. “Bernard, Bernard, s’so good, feel like I’m gonna–feel all–Bernard.” 

“You’re so cute with your toys,” Bernard coos just a little bit breathlessly, scritching lightly behind his ear. “Cutest boy, and so eager, and so pretty in pink.” 

Kon just moans uselessly into his shoulder again, too liquid and boneless in the other’s lap to keep clinging to him with anything but his TTK; feeling like something Bernard could fold up and put at the bottom of the bed for whenever he wanted it, like just some useful little gift Tim got him, like something worth the using. Like he could just stay right here as long as Bernard wanted him here, and just be useful right here as long as Bernard wanted him here. Something weighted, something warm, something Bernard can just come in as many times as he feels like, something– 

Fuck, he thinks dizzily, and can’t really think anything more coherent than that. Bernard squeezes his hand and it feels like the only thing that’s keeping him from floating right up to the ceiling, except for maybe the other’s cock, and Bernard squeezes his arm around his waist too and Kon still can’t even be embarrassed, even with the sticky mess of his come only making it to the sheets and his barely-softened cock pinned between them all oversensitive and aching and the way he can’t seem to stop shuddering. He–he’s–he’s really supposed to be better at this, he can last all night when he wants to, but he just–he just can’t–

He can’t help it, he thinks, and then manages to find a little bit of embarrassment again after all. But–it’s just–

It’s Tim, and Tim Domming for him, and Domming him maybe better than anybody else ever has just because–just because Tim’s so obviously into it too, it’s not like–like, it’s not a trade-off of different kinks he’s gonna have to pay back later or something that Tim’s doing just to humor him, or only feels like once in a blue moon, or just wants to use as an excuse to just be an asshole to him, or . . . 

No. It’s something Tim really likes. Like–clearly. Obviously. Very muchly. 

It’s something Tim really likes, and he wants to do it for him. Wants to do it–do it with him. 

Wants to do it with him enough to melt him down into useless syrup and let him be good for his boyfriend, even.