#snatching him by his slutty little man waist

[lunarbun-ships]

throws edits that i did yesterday in your face while i go off to do some commissions

because i still have wicked brainrot and every single frame from this episode

[taylormarieee]

Fuck me like you want me MiggyMiguel O'Hara

Summary: Your desperate for Miguel after he gets out of the shower...

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: PiV sex, Dirty talk, Needy reader, Dom!Miguel, Sub!Reader, Praise Kink, Degrading Kink, V-Line obsession, Breeding Kink, Begging, Orgasm Denial, Established Relationship

A/N: This is dedicated to my princess @ribbonprincess since technically today is her birthday so Happy birthday my love!

BIRTHDY FIC 1/3

You and Miguel were the best couple. Not only was he the famous Spider-Man but he was also a scientist.

You were a Bartender so you had to work nights. Not all the time Miguel liked it but he couldn't really complain because he always had emergency calls at the spider society during sex making him grumpy for the rest of the night.

Or people from his Firm needed him to solve an experiment for them. Either way you both were extremely busy but you always found time for each other nonetheless.

When you guys had dinner together it was always enjoyable leading to sex all night.

You two have a great relationship but Miguel could be a bit of a tease. And granted you did love it, it was stressful when you were pent up and he said no.

You were waiting for Miguel to get out of the shower, you were sitting on the toilet in the bathroom as the room fogged up and you reminisced in the heat.

The glass to the shower was blurry and fogged up so all you could see was his figure and his tanned skin.

"Miggy, please!?" You begged, "I need you. I'm so horny right now and you know what that means." You finalize with a hint so Miguel would get it.

It's clear you were ovulating and that explains why your extremely horny. So you hoped hinting to it would make Miguel relent his torture with the word no but-

"No Carino, Te amo querida pero no." He finalized his no and you pout.

(No Darling, I love you dear but no.)

"Pero Miguel, ¿pensé que me amabas? Realmente te necesito." You whine.

(But Miguel, I thought you loved me? I really need you.")

He shakes his head and steps out the shower. His towel hugging his slutty waist and nice toned body.

His toned abs flexing when he breathes and his chest heaving while he slowly breathes in and out.

You stare at him, mouth wide open as you admire your boyfriend. His body nice and wet from getting out the shower.

His hair slicked back from him running his large, long fingers through his silky soft hair.

"Damn Miguel, Te ves muy bien mojada. Hablando de estar mojado..." You smirk at him and he chuckles shaking his head.

(You look very good wet. Speaking of being wet…)

"Princesa, te amo pero no ahora".

(Princess, I love you but not right now.)

You pout your lips a little more and make your doe eyes bigger. He looks at you, sighs before shaking his head no and walking over to the sink.

You watch as he walks over to the sink, admiring his body. The way his abs flex, his slutty waist, his V-line, his happy trail and etc. Ugh you loved his arms as well.

The faint scratches left from a few nights ago on his back, the hickeys you left him this morning before he woke up.

He looked like a fucking god to you. His big muscles and broad back. The more you looked at him the more you set yourself up for failure.

"Miggy..."

"Princessa..." He warns giving you a stern look. You look at him with pouty lips and finally just walk out the bathroom.

"Fine. I guess I'll go ask Hobie if he's in the mood for some good hispanic pussy." You say as you walk towards the bed to grab your phone to call Hobie.

Miguel's eyes widen, Hobie was insufferable so he quickly went to you and snatched the phone out your hand before you could even press his name to call.

"Princessa... always so needy aye? Aye dios mio que voy a hacer contigo?" he says in a low seductive voice.

(Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?)

"What you can do is fuck the shit outta me no questions asked..." You say with your best puppy dog eyes. You were being extra clingy today, you blame the fact that your ovulating.

He picks you up and kisses you roughly. "Such a bad girl... you gonna be a good slut for me?" He asks as he throws you on the bed and begins ripping your clothes off.

You nod your head and whine at the feeling of the cool air brushing your pussy lips. Clit sore and throbbing as the feeling gets more intense by the second just looking at Miguel.

"I need words Mi amor, words." He says as his long fingers rub tight figure eights on your clit. You squirm and whine and mumble out an "Yes miggy! I'll be a good s-slut for you!"

He smirks and drops his towel his big fat juicy cock making it's lovely appearance. Your mouth instantly started watering at the sight. He ran his cock along your wet slick folds and you whimper at the friction.

In your mind you wanna just grind on him and force his cock to slide into your soaking entrance but you keep repeating in your mind 'Be a good girl, be a good girl' because you know how mean Miguel can get when your not a good girl.

You stay still and let him do his work while you watch him get his cock nice and wet with your arousal. "Miggy pleaseee, i-ive been good haven't I?" you ask, whining at how good his cock feels on your folds.

He chuckles darkly before inhaling sharply at the feeling of his leaking tip slip in your entrance. "Yea, you've been a good girl princess. I guess you can get this dick now." he replies pushing further into you.

You let out a whine at the stretch your pussy is making to accommodate Miguels fat cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a content sigh and close your eyes after finally getting what you've been begging for.

"Mierda my love, your so tight." he whispers against your ear, burying his face in your neck.

Your cunt clenches at Miguels voice and his words. You tap his shoulder as a sign to start moving and he begins to grind against you.

Slowly pulling his cock all the way out till the tip is only in and then plunging himself right back into your warm cunt.

"Oh fuck Miguel!" you cry out as he continues his relentless pace on your cunt. Your body feels like it's floating and you feel so euphoric with Miguel inside you.

his thrusts sending you into a state of pleasure, you don't even care if the neighbors complain about the headboard hitting the wall, all you cared about was Miguel and this moment, this moment that has been put off for so long.

Your hands embracing his large back and arms leaving more marks on his his god-like body. "Fuck beautiful, you feel so good, gonna cum in this pretty pussy yea?" he groans out.

"Wanna give you all my babies yea? Have all my kids, wanna see your belly nice and swole holding my child." He whispers in your ear, you moan out.

"Yes yes yes! I wanna have your babies Miggy, please!" you cry out as his pace surprisingly gets faster.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me." He praises. Your on the edge, and that praise it's self was enough to throw you over the edge but miguel feels how your tensing up.

He feels how your pussy is squeezing him so well. He pulls out before you could even touch the feeling of pleasurable heaven, before you could even relish and drown in the pool of pleaseure.

"Oh mi amor, you thought that you were gonna cum that easily? tsk tsk, no no mi amor, I need to cum in this pretty pussy first. Make sure all my cum stays in there nice, tight and warm." He says

You cry out at the feeling of being empty before your filled right back up to the brim with Miguels big fat cock.

After a couple more thrusts and dirty talk, Miguel is almost there. He's so close to cumming and giving you his babies.

He's never wanted anything so badly then to see you bare his child. To see you walk around with clothes that barely fit cause your stomachs always poking out.

To be able to feel the first kick of that baby growing in your stomach. Nothing has ever clouded and made his lust more powerful then fantasizing about you having his child inside you.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Gonna c-cum, fuck i'm gonna cum in this pussy muñeca." he groans

He thrusts 3 more times before he stills inside of you shooting his sperm inside you, the feeling of him painting your walls white carries you over the edge and you feel the wave of pleasure rush over your body as you shake and convulse from your mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck!" you cry out as you grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath as Miguel begins to pull out.

He watches as some of him cum seeps out of your cunt. He uses his finger to push all of it back inside you.

He climbs up o your face and gives you a sweet kiss on your temple and a passionate kiss on your lips.

"Can't wait to have such a domestic life with you mama." he says with a smile on his face.

"I love you miggy"

"I love you more princessa."

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[turbulentscrawl]

Modern Reader Shorts

This is just a couple little blurb ideas I had that can't really be used for anything else. No warnings, really, it's mostly humor.

Luchino

“Your socks are mis-matched,” the professor announces offhandedly, sorting his notes. You’re laid out on the cushy chair in his ‘office,’ shoes off and legs dangling from one arm. And it’s true, your socks are different colors.

“Yeah, I couldn’t be bothered to find an actual pair this morning,” you answer. Luchino pauses and looks pointedly over at you, through his lashes, and squints a bit. That’s his thinking face, you note. Like he’s working through an equation.

“You’re not concerned about being judged for the state of your attire?” he asks.

“Not really. It’s not like anyone really sees my socks anyway.”

“Well, I’m seeing them now. It’s a messy look,” he finally says. There’s the smallest of smirks on his face as he says it. This is some unspoken test, a probe of your reactions. He does a lot of those.

“Okay, but you already know I’m a mess so what the fuck difference does that make?”

Luchino snorts a laugh at your response, and then coos a casual “touché.”

Frederick

“Has anyone ever told you ‘you have a slutty little waist’?” You call out to Fred. His fingers slip on the piano keys and the song comes to a cacophonous halt. He’s frozen still with his back to you—his dorito-looking back with its broad shoulders and snatched waist. You know by experience the man is boney as hell, so how dare he have such a silhouette?

“N-“ Fred coughs, voice croaking. “No, I can’t say that they have.” You can’t see his face, so you wonder if it’s shock or humor that makes him stutter.

“Well, you do,” you reply. A long silence settles over the room. He never dares to look at you, but you think you see pink turning at the tip of his ear.

“Was there anything else?” he asks. His fingers hesitantly move to restart the song.

“Nope. I just thought you should know.” You suppress a giggle as Fred clears his throat and begins playing again.

Robbie (platonic, obviously)

“There’s…games on this?” the too-tall headless boy asked, holding your phone in his discolored hands. He’d been asking around for a playmate all evening, until he found you. You weren’t much of a hide-and-seek type of person, however, and thought this might entertain him a bit in the meantime.

“Sure is! I’ve got crosswords, sudoku, Candy Crush, plenty of stuff!” You reach and tap around on your phone’s screen, pulling up the list of games you’d downloaded to pass the time, when you still lived in a place where there was time to pass. Candy Crush springs to life on the screen and Robbie flinches, nearly dropping your phone.

“It’s so bright…and loud,” he muttered. It was half awe, and half distress, you thought. Too stimulating for the boy, perhaps. You tried sudoku instead—it was a dark screen with no music, but by the time you’d explained the rules to Robbie, he was limp and snoozing against your shoulder.

[shegxox]

greetings. | chamber

in which a simple greeting leaves the other in a flustered mess

cw: not proofread ;w;

wc: 1, 133

a.n: uh, enjoy? please do tell if you liked it ^^

++ gaia visual? anyone?

previous : next

EVERYONE within the protocol has a certain body type, most of which– particularly in men– have this large build of muscle full of strength. Heck, even a robot is built like a freaking brick, and since most of the members use firearms, it would only be natural for the body to build some arm muscles.

But there was this one particular agent that you have had your eye on ever since you discovered something about them.

"What the–" your eyebrows scrunched at the sudden feeling as your hands caressed Chamber's waist in disbelief.

You shot the man a look, "Why is your waist like this?"

Chamber looks down at you with that teasing smirk on his lips, "Like what, mon chou?"

Almost every day at three in the afternoon, Chamber graciously cleared out his schedule until five for your French lessons. And after two weeks in, Chamber started to have this new form of greeting you. Often you would arrive at his lab at least five minutes early than the agreed time and whenever the man catches you getting intrigued by his blueprints, he would sneakily make his way to you before snaking his arm around your waist and whispering close to your ear.

"Bonjour."

The first time it happened you accidentally slapped him hard to the point where you knocked off his glasses, but Chamber wouldn't let one head shattering slap get in the way of his new greeting.

Now, you wanted to do the same treatment he was giving you for once. It's not that you were uncomfortable with his greeting, it was just. . . it just. . . makes you. . .flustered?

Plus you're one jumpy person who flinches at any sudden noises, he knows this fact so he must be doing this to mess with you, right? This is just your little way of getting back at him– though there's an eighty percent chance that he would like it– but hey, at least not a hundred percent, right?

As you arrived at his lab, the door was slightly ajar and you took the opportunity to quietly peek inside. You immediately saw Chamber with his back facing you, his vest was rarely off and hanging from the chair with his sleeves rolled up just above his elbow. His hands were slightly spread out on the table as he reviews his blueprints.

Cackling silently to yourself, a mischievous smile tugged the corners of your mouth. Slowly slipping into the room, you carefully made your way to the man before quickly wrapping your left arm around his waist and tiptoed to reach his ears.

"Bonjou–" Unfortunately, your idea didn't go as planned.

You easily got distracted by the deep curve your hand just felt and that's just how all of this started.

"Li-Like. . . Y'know. . ." You stammered nervously as you tried to look away.

You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Chamber shifted his body to face your own. His hands placed themselves on either side of your waist, caressing your sides with his thumbs.

"What the– why is your waist like this?"

Chamber smirks, "Like what, mon chou?"

"Like what? Come on, tell me." He husked as he leans in closer, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "Don't be shy."

The strong scent of his cologne hit your nose and shut your eyes as you covered your face with your hands.

"Like–Like a slut. . ." You managed to utter in a low tone. "You have that slutty waist, Chamber."

The man's eyebrows raised in amusement, his smirk almost seemingly not leaving its place.

"Oh really now?" He hummed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

You slowly brought your hands down, holding them against your chest as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"It's a good thing." You whispered. "A very good thing."

That slutty itty bitty waist of a man is gonna make you go insane. Literally the snatched waist that you've always wanted. Not too slim to the point of skinny, still toned and leaned with some muscle, but not too buff or big. And that cyrve he has? God. Totally to die for.

Chamber let out a soft chuckle, "What a vulgar way to describe something good, non?"

You gave him an apologetic look as little pink roses started to sprout around your head.

"Sorry, it's the first I thought of."

The man gave you a bewitching smile.

"No problem, ma chérie." His hands then travelled from your waist to the sides of your neck. His eyes turned soft as he gazed down at you with endearment. "I'll take it as a compliment."

You look perfect under him like this. The way you look up at him sent his heart pounding like crazy, and the scent of roses on your head only added to the atmosphere that he wanted. He's definitely testing the waters a little too deeply at this point given your current position.

Now, how will you react next?

You sighed in relief, "Ah, that's good to hear."

Good thing he didn't take that as offensive, or else you wouldn't know how to face the man next time.

"So, is this your new way of greeting me?" Chamber questions, his left thumb lightly brushing your jawline. He's relieved and a little surprised that you haven't said anything about his touches.

Were you ignoring it? Playing ignorant? Or were you just used to it?

"My plan to get back at you with that was ruined and I was surprised instead." You chuckled to yourself as you placed your hands again on Chamber's waist.

Chamber swallowed thickly at your comment, the light of the room reflecting his glasses white as he tried to maintain his cool.

'You and your blunt comments. . . '

Your smile suddenly turned into a smirk.

"But I have a backup plan."

Chamber raised a curious eyebrow, mirroring your smirk, "Oh? And what is tha–"

Before the agent could even finish his words, you tiptoed to reach his level before pressing your lips against his cheek followed by kissing the other side as well.

Chamber felt like his heart stopped for a moment as his mind tried to process what just happened. As soon as your lips touched his cheeks, jolts of electricity ran through his veins, there was a tight feeling in his chest and a twisting sensation going around his gut as he felt warmth spread across his face. He stared at your cheery expression with parted lips. Hands suddenly feeling tingly, and knees that almost got weak.

The poor man was stunned by your actions, and there you are, beaming at him.

"I hear the french used to kiss each other as a form of greeting." You laughed gently, clearly having no idea how much your actions had affected him.

"Did I do it right?"

[minoment]

Foaming at the mouth for sub!graves I want that bitch Obliterated (but anyway i love your writing and happy new year!)

BARKING HOWLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LAWD HAVE MERCY. I want to fold him in half and destroy him. Thanks so much for the ask anon! <3

"How about I make you remember?"

Pairing: Sub Phillip Graves x Dom Fem!Reader

Type: Hard NSFW Fic

Tags/Warnings: dom reader, sub character, femdom, hate sex, enemies to lovers, smut to fluff, SWEARING, degrading, slapping, choking, riding, teasing, reader being mean to graves, british reader, grinding, begging, restraining, I think that's it...

A/N: I'm gonna open my asks as soon as I revamp my blog and get my motivation back on track. I will get to the asks still festering in the ask box. I might just write them as thirsts of blurbs since school is keeping me busy. Anyways, enjoyyy <3

i wanna slap his ass so bad its not even funny

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

Sun poured through the gap in the curtains, landing harshly on your sleeping face. You groaned sleepily, your head throbbing as you got up to close your blinds. Except they weren't your blinds. The room was unfamiliar to your foggy, hungover brain. Well, until you caught sight of the man who was sleeping beside you.

Phillip fucking Graves. You scowled, a few weak memories drifting back into your tired brain. Yes, thats right, The Shadows, Los Vaqueros and 141 had gone out drinking last night. But how did you end up naked in this jackass's bedroom? You snatched up your bra and panties off the floor before putting them on and striding over to the sleeping man.

You ripped off the covers, the cold air jolting Graves awake as you straddled his naked hips and pinning him down so he couldn't escape. He was clearly hungover too, his eyes sluggishly searching his surroundings before he spoke.

"The hell are you doing? It's only...", he turned his head to check the clock on his bedside, "only 9AM.." he said hoarsly.

You sat back on his hips, making him suck in a sharp breath as you pressed down where he was sensitive.

"I'm not asking you again, bitch." You scowled, cracking your knuckles. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"Well.." Graves swallowed slightly, looking around the room before looking at himself then at you. "We all went out to drink after we dropped Hassan. I guess we must have had too much to drink and... had a little fun with eachother."

"Fuckin' hell-" You groaned, sitting back on your hips and making Graves take sharp breath in. He tried to wriggle you off, obviously not wanting your hips to be pressing down on that area any longer, but you stayed put.

You thought for a moment, having no recollection of anything dirty whatsoever but you were skeptical. His wriggling underneath you was obvious and you weren't stupid, you could feel him getting pent up. Your mind began to wander. What would the great Commander Phillip Graves look like getting fucked into an oblivion of a moaning, slutty mess? Now you just had to know.

"Phillip?" You cooed innocently, looking down at him through your lashes.

"Y-yeah?" He said, distracted. He was still trying to shift underneath you so his growing bulge wasn't as noticeable.

"I really can't remember last night..." You continued sweetly, tightening your thighs around his waist and stopping him from moving. Just for good measure, you wrapped your hand around his neck and shimmied your hips back onto his crotch, feeling everything.

Graves's head dropped back onto the pillows, a breath escaping his lips and dark blush spreading across his cheeks. You could read him like a book and he knew he was fucked. Literally.

You squeezed his neck lightly, still keeping up the sweet act. "I really can't remember what happened..." you pretended to pout, rocking your hips down. "Can you?" You purred, your sickly sweet voice sending shivers down Graves's spine. He shook his head desperately, biting the inside of his cheek to stop any sort of noise from escaping him.

"Shame." You sneered, your voice hardening back to it's usual cold and merciless tone. You leant down, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear. "Maybe we should try again. Have a redo...? How about I make you remember?"

Graves eyes widened and he swallowed hard, his breathing a little heavier as he tried not to meet your gaze. He didn't even know how you both ended up in the same room, he infuriated you and he knew that. Your revenge would be brutal and he knew you would push him until he broke apart beneath you. Nonetheless, he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to your touch.

"Please d-do..." He muttered, barely audible.

"What was that?" You asked, acting as if you hadn't heard him. For good measure you rolled your hips downwards, making him grunt. Your gaze was cold, practically drilling into his soul. "I can't hear you." You smirked cruelly, rocking your hips backwards against him yet again.

"Please.." He whispered, face burning with embarrassment. "Please make me remember.." You raised your eyebrow, leaning down to him and squeezing his neck once more.

"Ask nicely." You cooed, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear.

"Please.." Graves practically whimpered, his heart thumping in his chest. "Please show me.. fuck me.. please~". You were a ruthlessly deadly animal and he knew the only way he could survive your wrath was to give up any remains of his pride or control.

You gritted your teeth in satisfaction at his response, squeezing his throat and rocking your hips brutally against his bulge. He choked out a moan, grasping for your waist. You quickly denied him, gripping both his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head, keeping your other hand tightly around his throat.

"God fucking dammit Graves.." You growled in his ear, your lower half pressed harshly against his groin.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you. Make you scream my name like the pathetic, needy, little slut you are." You sneered softly, your lips brushing his ear.

The gravelly sound of your voice and the feeling of your breath made Graves heart skitter in his chest, his breath heaving in pure need as you whispered those filthy words in his ear. He couldn't help himself, a pathetic noise leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. It was too much, you were playing with him like a cat plays with a wounded mouse.

"Please..." He whimpered, his breathy weak voice higher than usual as he gasped for air. "Please don't stop. Be mean to me. Ruin me.."

You couldn't control yourself any longer, your primal urges exploding through your veins like a roaring tsunami of wild lust and vicious needs to destroy him. Your hand squeezed down on his neck completely, roughly bucking your hips against his naked crotch. He coughed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, crying out in pleasure.

"You filthy little bitch." You spat, keeping your hand tightly around his neck and lifting your hips up to yank off your panties once more. His breath came in ragged, breathy gasps as you dragged your thumb down his shaft and slicking him up with his own precum.

He shuddered beneath you, attempting to catch his breath but you gave no mercy. You thrust his length deep inside your warmth, making him choke back a cry of pleasure and arch his back upwards as your walls tightened viciously around him.

"F-fuck~" He moaned brokenly, pathetically trying to buck his hips upwards into you. "Ple-ase~"

Your frustrations for this man only intensified your need to fuck him stupid, make him sob and cry in pleasure until he apologized for the non-existent reason he pissed you off.

You slapped him hard across the face, making him practically cum right then and there.

"Please what?" You said coldly, your own steely tone surprising you although you didn't show it.

You clenched around him, making him whimper as he struggled to pull his hand from your vice-like grip. Your hips moved slowly on his beautiful shaft, making you sigh softly as you used him for your pleasure. He bit his lip to stifle his lewd noises, trying to stay on your good side.

"Please.. use me as your toy darlin'.." he gasped out, his American accent more prominent with desperation as you moved yourself painfully slowly up and down his thick length. "I need more~"

You hummed in reply, his cock beautifully moulding your insides to his shape and spreading a molten hot feeling of pleasure throughout your body. Maybe, just maybe, you could warm up to him.

"Please ma'am.. I'm beggin' you~" he whispered, doing his best to stay still and not make too much noise. "Fuck me."

Oh he was being such a good boy. It made you want to praise him, kiss him, give him what he wanted and most importantly, use him. You stayed like that for a while, torturing him with slow, sadistic pleasure as he tried to muffle his groans and whines by turning his head and biting down on the pillows.

Soon enough, you caved, the temptation of breaking him down into a messy slut became too much. You wanted to destroy him. Make his eyes roll back until he cried out so loudly his neighbours would know you by name.

You drew yourself up, leaving just his pretty pink tip inside you before slamming your hips down with a grunt of pleasure.

Graves moaned, the fabric of the pillow dropping from his lips as slurred strings of 'thank you's and 'fuck me's and 'ma'am please's were torn from his throat as you rode him hard.

Your skin slapped against his, the bed rocking with the force of your frustrated, pounding downward thrusts. You let out nothing but harsh panting breaths and the occasional rough groan since you were two busy focused on the man breaking down beneath you.

His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes rolling back as tears of pure ecstasy trickled down his cheeks. Drool slipped from the corner of his kiss-bitten lips as uncontrollable moans and choked sobs were ripped from his throat. He looked gorgeous.

Not a minute and a half in, Graves tensed up and his back arched, his eyes squeezing shut as a gravelly cry was pulled from the bottom of his lungs. He came hard, thick ropes of his release painting your insides as he lost his mind.

He went limp as his body was spent, but no, you didn't stop. You would never stop. Not until you had done exactly what he begged so sweetly for..

You were going to use him until your name died on his lips.

He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his mind foggy as you kept him hard inside you, overstimulating and using his pretty cock. He couldn't even form words to thank you, he just looked up at you in complete reverence as tears dripped from his long blonde lashes.

You let go of his wrists and neck, cupping his face before leaning down and kissing him sweetly. The action was so gentle and full of praise compared to the merciless thrusts of your hips. You held his hands, guiding one down to press his thumb against your swollen clit.

With each piston of your hips, a wave of pleasure rocked through your body from the delicious friction making you moan lowly into Graves's mouth. He would whimper in return, squeezing your other hand while he rubbed gentle circles onto your clit as you rode.

Soon enough your high came rushing through your body. It hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and trembling as you clenched and constricted around Graves. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as your eyes rolled back, your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

Your tightness sent Graves crashing over the edge into euphoria and he cried out loudly, his moans interrupted by desperate gasps for air.

You lay your head on his shoulder as you both went limp, the room silent except for the heavy panting of both parties. He gently removed his hand from between you two, keeping the other tightly holding yours. He gently ran his fingers down your lightly scarred back, eventually drawing up the courage to hug you close.

A gentle, breathless laugh escaped your lips, making him smile to himself.

"Do I still piss you off, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice raspy from moaning and panting.

"Most definitely.." you replied, your tone of voice giving away the small amount of fondness you had for this insufferable American.

NOTE: I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS SO LATE. I GOT THIS ASK IN JANUARY. ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, I APOLOGIZE 😭🙏

Mentions: @ch3rrys0da-tv , @expressodecafdepresso , @nanami-kento-simp , @f0xtr0x

And my special CoD babygirl simp @toshidou (I tagged you just in case 🤫)

[wtf-igo]

(CW: Microfic, Smut, Praise Kink, Biting, Floor Sex, Dirty Talk, Christmas, Some Fluff, Vaginal Sex, AFAB Reader)

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI

Word Count - 514

.+ merry christmas everybody!! here's a lil micro fic x +.

This isn’t exactly how you planned to spend your Christmas Day.

Sitting alone in your apartment unwrapping presents you had bought for yourself was the original idea. Which in hindsight, seems awfully sad.

But early this morning you received a text.

Come over

It was simple, two words with no further context. Not like you needed any, snatching your keys from the kitchen table as soon as you read it.

That’s how you ended up here; laying underneath the colorfully lit christmas tree, with Bo’s newly grown-out hair bouncing from above as he snaps his hips into you, so painfully deep that you’re sure to feel the pangs for days after.

You whine in agreement, feeling your face go hot as he scatters soft kisses across the line of your jaw.

One of his hands lifts from the floor, sliding between your bodies, thumb landing on your clit. You whimper, arching your back into his touch and clenching around him — making him grunt softly.

His pace is unrelenting, the rhythm devastatingly perfect, you’ve never been with such a multi talented man.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, sending a cool tingle down your spine that nestles comfortably between your thighs.

You can only get out a pathetic moan, nodding so rapidly that you must look like a sort of slutty human bobblehead.

“Then do it.” His voice sounds strained, and you can tell that he’s just about as close to ruin as you are. And then, then, his angle shifts by a hair and you’re gone.

You let out a cry as your orgasm overtakes you, thighs clamping down hard on his waist. You’re positive that Bo’s neighbors can hear you, but right now, you couldn’t give less of a fuck. Bo’s strangled moan graces your ears, only boosting the white-hot pleasure shooting from your core. His hips stutter and his balance falters as warmth floods your insides.

He collapses as carefully as he can on top of you and you both stay still for a moment, breathing heavily. Bo is the first to move, gently pulling out of you with an over sensitive grunt. He looks at you, reaching up to run his finger over the bite mark at the base of your neck.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He says, the timid note to his voice makes him sound a little unsure of himself. Nervous.

You crack a smile. “No, Bo. I’ll be fine.”

Without another word, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight bear hug. He kisses the top of your head sweetly. “Merry Christmas.”

[brionnnne]

okay, so i can't draw for shit otherwise i WOULD but i've got the images up in the brain so you are just gonna need to follow me as best as you can here. sorry. trust the process, as they say ! using their sin colors btw—blue for lucifer, red for beel & so on; also not in rank order.

Mammon is one of the ones that rings true as is. He's slim-fit. Thin, athletic build. More on the side of a surfers' / runners' / bikers' body. He doesn't have too much in the way of muscle definition most of the time, unless he's actively working on it for an issue, and I just don't really see him doing heavier workouts most of the time Nothing like what Beel does. Mammon does cardio. He's a cardio man to me. His body isn't always consistent, depending on if he's doing anything in any given time – modeling, for one – but I think his metabolism is high, so he's always pretty thin, anyway; his body is versatile, which is part of the appeal. He's normally thin, can bulk up easy, but stays at a good baseline; makes him very appealing for modeling agencies. His 'resting body,' to me, is exactly what it was in that one chat where he tried to show off his muscles. See:

If Mammon is working out for a magazine issue or something, he can shape up pretty quick; they all could, really—something about a demon's constitution would make it easier for them, I think. He's only ever a tad bit more defined than this, though, I imagine, because once again, he doesn't really push his body to the limit. Asmo is the other brother who rings mostly true. He's thin. He's got a slutty, snatched waist. Grabbable. I imagine he wears corsets as a part of his regular outfit, whether they're seen or not. He falls more on the side of feminine, and he embraces it easily. He has a body that, I feel like, might throw someone if they were to look from the legs up. Does he skip leg day? Eh. The most exercise he does on a regular basis, I think, is walking with multitudes of shopping bags and boxes—if he isn't having someone else *cough* Solomon *cough* carry them for him. His upper body is a bit more defined than his lower. His legs are long, and I think, besides the waist, they've also got a very femme quality to them that he prefers. See:

This makes him look fantastic in heels, and he loves that. Like Mammon, his exercise activities are limited to cardio, if he does any to begin with. He absolutely hates to sweat, so I think he does very little in the way of that. Laziest brother; canon. He cycles in the gym, and he swims. You can only get him to do a couple push-ups before he sneers at the sweat on his brow and takes an hour-long bath. His arms are healthy; only lightly defined. He doesn't have much in the way of abs because he doesn't prefer them on himself. However, I think his chest is solid in the way of a swimmer. Of someone who would never lift a weight in their life. He's incredibly fussy for himself and I just see him finding things like that barbaric. He'd cheer on Beel without issue but then if you tried to get him to lift a weight he'd scowl as if personally insulted: Eugh. It's sweaty. Disgusting! I just got my nails done. Anything if it means he doesn't have to do it. He is a great swimmer, although he's not better than Levi — all the exercise and none of the sweat? Très magnifique~♡!

Belphegor. My favorite brother. Fellow slutty-waist haver. He's thin. Think L from Death Note. Ref. Link: one, two. Remember Asmodeus' lack of definition? Yeah, well, this man has even less. He's capable of working out and pushing himself—or just plain working, really. [Consider: The Buffing Up Belphie SSR; that time he went to work at Hell's Kitchen and seemed pretty happy about it]. Generally, though, he just doesn't care— Sloth, y'know? I think he has a high metabolism – a fact that can be kind of infuriating to Asmo and Levi, both of which I think lie more around the middle somewhere [Asmo barely ever puts on much weight; he's much more active than Levi – I'll get into that one next, though]. Anyway...

[Picture added for continuity.] Much like his schoolwork, Belphegor doesn't have to try with his weight. He doesn't eat very much already; tends towards snacks and easier to eat foods. He's also absent-minded enough to just forget between back-to-back sleep sessions. He's the type [similar to Levi/Lucifer] that you need to remind to eat. Yeah. He's just very thin; little fat and like no muscle definition. He's not frail; surprisingly strong, actually—for him, anyway. Has a killer grip. haha. But he definitely looks frail. Probably never had a muscle in his whole fuckin' life. Maybe back in the Celestial Realm, but there's no evidence of it now. I'm gonna bite him.

Leviathan! I just feel like he's not that shredded. Granted, they make, like, everyone shredded. But he especially doesn't read as being that fit, at least. He's the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, so I think he's definitely capable. He's got it in him to be shredded. But is he normally? When he isn't, say, on active duty? I don't think so, personally. To me, Levi is thin. He's a swimmer. The best. He's bound to fall on the side of thin. At the same time, I don't think it's particularly hard for him to gain fat in a period where he's totally lax. I believe his 'resting body' is on the side of chubby. [Belphie & Asmo aren't listed as having 'resting bodies', by the way, because Belphegor is always resting, and Asmodeus ...he relaxes, sure, he's leisurely, taking pleasure wherever he can, still— there's no way he would slack when it comes to his image. He's at least walking regularly, if nothing else]. Besides the point. Levi can burn off any accumulated fat easily when he puts in the effort, either when working in the Navy, or if he's playing a lot of fitness games within a certain time period; Wii Sports, Ring Fit. To me, this is still Levi:

But what about when Levi isn't this? He's a bit of a pudgy boy, I think. You can tell if he's not been too active because a portion of the weight goes to his face. He looks a bit cherubic, in that case. He's not really fond of it on himself, [his brothers make comments] which is why, when he's off regular duty, he tends to intersperse inactivity and snacking with a handful of fitness games. Again: It's not hard for any of them to get shredded, I think—they are simply built different, right? But for Leviathan, who eats on a more regular schedule than Belphegor, and because he has muscle and a slower metabolism, I think if he's idle for long, he tends to put on weight.

Whose shredded? Beel is shredded. I heard Beel has an eight-pack. Built like a brick shithouse, that man. His muscles are built on fat. He's not slim-fit, like the others. He's thick-fit. My boy is huge. His body in the game is ...fine ? Not bad, sure, but ...not my Beelzebabe.

There's nothing wrong with this, of course, but rather, I think of Beel as a big, bulky guy—a beefcake in my heart. Like, he has a tummy. 100%. Look at the bodies of men in the World's Strongest Man competitions. That's how I see Beel. Pretty boy, strong man. Big himbo. He eats very frequently; works out heavily and consistently. Strong enough to smash a wall. He could look like that, but does he? Honestly, I sort of think even having a fairly high metabolism wouldn't really stop him from gaining weight, it'd slow down the rate at which he'd gain, but genuinely, his intake of food is so fucking huge that I don't think any body would be able to keep up.

Lucifer is a dad ...so does he have a dad bod? Questions, questions. I have a hard time feeling this one out, honestly. I think he'd care about his body sort of similarly to Asmo. For Lucifer, though, it's a pride thing rather than an aesthetic one. Does he look like this?

Eh. I think he tries. Keyword. He's working a lot on a regular basis, and I think his body, any muscle training, etc., would lag behind ? He doesn't eat much, either. At assigned times, mostly. Breakfast. Dinner. He's likely to skip lunch in favor of work, even if he is actually hungry — unless Diavolo drags him out, of course. For comparison, I think Belphegor might be hungry less, compared to Lucifer, who is, but skips a meal anyway because he's "too busy." The kind of guy who will insist: "I'll eat later" but then gets so tangled up that he forgets until dinner. Bel would skip a meal because he's absent minded / tired, whereas Luci would skip over food intentionally if it meant getting things done faster. He works out, I think. A little bit of everything. Cardio, weight training, etc., at least publicly—and then I think he secretly does corny shit like Jazzercise [old man], especially because it's something he can keep up in the privacy of his own room and it doesn't necessarily look as if he's trying too hard on the outside. Asmodeus is jealous of him, too [doesn't know about the dancercise; would join if so]. Levi, as well [knows; keeps it a secret]. Lucifer can easily get out of shape if he's not careful, though, and I think his work takes precedence over his physical health. More so than Belphegor [independent, cat-like character; may not take care of himself, but would be capable if he cared more], you'll need to bring the eldest his food and make sure that he's taking care of himself at any given time.

Satan is ...fairly fit, probably ? He's another hard read, starting out, but like Lucifer, things might solidify as I go on ? I hope.

Another picture for continuity. They give us so little, though... One of my first thoughts here was that, with his composure, the fact he's more level-headed than even some of the other brothers despite his sin being wrath ...probably means that he's working out on occasion. It's legitimately a good stress-reliever, which is why I think Satan does it sometimes—between the reading and the pranks—and Lucifer ...not enough. Headcanon: Satan boxes. Physical sports. Not like Beel, with fangol—no competitive aspects. Just solo, aggressive stuff that allows him to take out his anger in productive ways. It's irregular how much he does this, especially because it's not his sole outlet. His metabolism is decent, and I think, compared to Lucifer or Asmo, he probably cares less about his body. There's no aesthetic reason to maintain it. He doesn't do it out of pride. For him, similar to Beel, I think, it comes down to mental well-being more so. He's a lot more lean muscle than Beel, though, but similarly, both his arms and legs are well defined due to the nature of contact sports. There's less definition on his chest, however. He does things like stretches, warm-ups, push-ups and pull-ups, as well, and his abs / chest fall on the side of slim-fit, but are less defined because that's just not his primary focus. It's more like his body being in good shape is a side-effect of the stress relief.

anyway i personally think the obey me boys in game bodies are WRONG actually

[kingdaddydaichi]

One of my favorite stories I’ve ever read is “Lessons Learned”. So I would like to request something similar with a mixture of Hard dom/ Brat tamer Bakugou ❤️‍🔥 Take it in whatever direction you want, I know I’ll enjoy it however it ends up 😏

@ssplague, bestieeee! Tysm! 🥺💕 I'm sooooo fucking sorry it took me so long to answer your ask! It made me weak the first time I read it! I've got so many other wips I should probably be working on rn, but I finally said FUCKIT! I nEED this in my life rn!

I LOVED writing Lessons Learned - god! It was hard to get through tho. Nearly every time I sat down and started working on it, it always ended the same way and that's all I'ma say rn! 😈

Yes. I see your HardDom!BratTamer!Bakugou and raise you Jealous!Exhibitionist!Bakugou. 💅🏼💋

I hope it's worth the wait...

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

The Performance 💥 HardDom!BratTamer!Jealous!Exhibitionist! Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

Warnings: slight dubcon, Dom/sub dynamic, possessive dynamic, exhibitionism, marking, circle jerk, creampie, absolute filth

Word Count: 2.9k

It was half past 9 when he walked through the door at the well-to-do club where you'd been enjoying down time with some of your friends. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the half-circle booth next to you, putting his warm, athletic arm over your bare shoulders.

"How long you been waitin'?"

"Maybe an hour?"

He looked down, grumbling. "Got here as soon as I could". He glanced at you with his bottom lip poking out.

You propped your cheek on your hand and smiled at him, rubbing his arm. "I know, babe. It's perfectly fine, I understand".

"Ay, Bakubro! You finally made it!", Kiri yelled from across the table.

Katsuki snarled at him. "Yeah! Some of us have to actually work for a living!"

At that very moment, the cocktail waitress stopped by the table to take Katsuki's order and Mina yelled, "Yes please, for the love of god, get that man a drink!"

He growled at her before turning back to the waitress. "Four fingers of whiskey straight, no chaser".

She scampered off and everyone fell into the chatter and laughs they'd been sharing when Katsuki arrived.

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You were on your way back to the table from the restroom when you felt fingers against your elbow and a voice behind you say, "Hey, (y/n)!"

"Oh hey!" It was a young man a few years younger than yourself who worked in the same office building as you. "Fancy seeing you here". He appeared to be with a couple of friends judging by the prying eyes peering from behind him, smirking.

"I know, right? I've been here a few times, but I don't think I've seen you here before".

"Really? I come here quite regularly and I've seen you here before".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I just haven't been paying attention".

"Don't worry about it! I just thought I'd say hi this time".

"I'm glad you did! Maybe I'll see you again the next time I'm here". You waved your fingers at him and started back towards your table again only to see Katsuki's eyes about to burst into flames as he watched you approach.

When you sat down, he leaned in. "Who's he?"

You waved him off. "Just a guy who works in the same building as I do".

"What did he want?"

"Nothing, just wanted to say h-"

"Bullshit". He placed his hand over your thigh under the table. "When a guy looks at a woman the way he was looking at you, trust me baby, he wants something". His large, rough hand squeezed the meat of your thigh beneath it. It hurt and you gripped his wrist in an effort to keep the whine in the back of your throat from escaping. The rest of your party was too close in proximity...at least one or two of them would've heard you. "I don't like it when other guys look at you like that". He dragged his fingers upward, taking the hem of your skirt along with them.

"Katsuki, get ahold of yourself. They're just looking...it's not like they're touching me".

He put his mouth to your ear. "Fuck it. Let 'em look". His hand moved further up your skirt, parting your legs enough that you could feel the cold draft of air against your dampening panties. "It'll just give me every reason I need to show them who you belong to".

His eyes shifted away from yours and you followed them to see what he was looking at. The guy who had just been flirting with you was watching as your husband's hand worked between your legs. His eyes flicked to Katsuki’s whose dark, lopsided, toothy grin spread across his handsome face, pleased that he was making himself clear to the other man that he had already laid his claim on you.

His pinky grazed your clothed, wet slit and you squirmed in your seat, trapping his hand between your thighs hoping it would make him relent. "Stop it, Katsuki", you growled at him.

But he twisted his wrist until he was able to push your panties aside with two of his fingers. He sank said fingers between your inner folds, coating them with your clear slick before curling them upwards to flick them over your hardening clit. You shuddered under his touch as he locked eyes with the other man, making sure he was watching when Katsu raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them both off at once.

You glanced down to see Katsuki's cock pushing against the fabric of his slacks, tight against him in his sitting position. Showing other men that you belonged to him had always put him in a rut. You used the situation to your advantage and knowing he wouldn't follow you with a half, but nevertheless large, erection for everyone to see, you stood up in one fluid movement, turning away from him and strutting to the bar.

As you waited for the busy bartender to take your order, you noticed the rather strapping gentleman who stood beside you, looking down at his glowing phone screen.

"What can I get for you ma'am?"

You looked back at the bartender, who'd finally spoken to you. "Oh, um- (favorite drink)-"

"On me", the man beside you said.

"Yes sir", the bartender said before turning to his task.

You looked again at the handsome man beside you - taller than Katsuki, but he didn't exude quite the same confidence he did. Then again, not many people did.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that".

"I know". He gave you a smug, sidelong look. "I wanted to".

You tried to hide your smile, but fuck. His sexiness could easily go head to head with Katsuki's. You watched his eyes travel from your face down to your toes and back up again. You could almost feel your possessive husband's fiery eyes burning a hole in your back.

You turned to face the gentleman beside you, glancing over at the blond in the process. When you focused your gaze back to the man beside you, Katsuki stood up and started stalking towards you. His dick still wasn't completely soft yet, but he didn't care. He probably wanted the man next to you to see the bulge in his pants, using it to his advantage during the impending exchange at the bar. Not many men had a bigger cock than Katsuki and he knew it.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, squaring his hips off at the other man, most likely willing him to notice his size. "Let's go".

You pushed back against him. "Stop Katsu, I'm not ready to go yet".

He locked eyes with the man beside you and put his mouth right up next to your ear. "Would you prefer I fuck you right here on this bar to show everyone who your slutty pussy belongs to? Because I will! You're already wet and aching for my cock, aren't you, pretty girl?"

He was NOT bluffing. You knew your Dom. It had only taken him once before to show you that he was not above covertly pulling his dick out and pushing it inside your hot cunt while standing behind you at a crowded bar, much like the one you were standing at now.

The bartender sat your drink down on a small napkin, but Katsuki pushed it back to him and said, "Oi! Throw this one out and make her another one". He glared at the taller man beside you. "ALL of her drinks are on me, got that?"

He slid two thick fingers inside the plunging neckline of that little black number you wore, carding your hard nipple between them as he rutted his hips against your bottom. "Well?"

A part of you wanted him to fuck you then and there with the other man watching. But you'd never let it actually go that far. "Katsu, please go sit down and I'll be over after I get my drink since I have to wait longer for it now". You rolled your eyes.

He leaned back, his vermillion eyes searching yours until they locked onto the feminine form brushing past your shoulder. He reached out and stopped the cocktail waitress in her tracks, leaning down to her ear, whispering something. Without another word, he calmly walked away and sat back down at the table.

Stubborn as you were, you held your position at the bar. A couple of minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement near the table where Katsuki was seated. The same waitress was now leaning down and whispering in his ear, her lips less than an inch from his face. He caught your gaze and smirked before turning his face towards hers. For a second it looked like he might actually kiss her. You were relieved for about half a second when she stood up and started walking away from him, only to watch him stand up as well and follow her up the stairs into the private VIP area.

Now it was your head that was about to explode. I know he did NOT just invite a fucking cocktail waitress to the VIP so he can fuck her! He turned the tables faster than a cheap hooker turns tricks on the streets of Vegas. You knew how other females looked at him. Hell, males too! That girl was probably 10 years your junior too, barely old enough to be serving alcohol. And now you watched as she led your husband up the stairs.

Drink forgotten, you marched your pretty, indignant ass right up to the 2nd level, ready to snatch a bitch up by her hair only to find Katsuki sitting on the couch, alone.

"Seems you're a petty, jealous asshole too".

Relieved, you plopped down on the couch next to your faithful husband, putting your arm over his waist as he pulled you in and kissed your forehead.

You lowered your head to his chest only to notice once again that his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants. You stroked him through the rough material as he raised up, pushing his erection closer to you, physically begging for more of your touch. You palmed him a couple more times before unzipping his slacks and pulling his cock out. He wasn't fully hard yet, but if you had anything to do with it, he was going to be standing at full attention in less than a minute.

You lowered your head further and pushed some spit through your ruby lips onto the angry head of his dick. He watched as you lowered your mouth and swirled your tongue around the smooth texture of his tip before sinking your lips down around him, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. Not easy, but you're a blow job champ determined to take all of it for the team.

Only a couple of minutes passed by when Katsuki pulled you off his cock. You raised your lusty gaze to see the two men who'd flirted with you standing side-by-side, eyes as big as half dollars at the sight of your tits hanging out of your dress with a fat string of saliva hanging from your bottom lip. Your face snapped to Katsuki who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "What the fuck, Katsuki? Why are they here?"

"Because I had them brought here to watch and see under no uncertain terms who the fuck you belong to!"

Your protest was cut short when Katsuki flipped your body around so that you were facing the back of the couch. He pushed your skirt up around your waist and hooked your soaking panties with his thumb, pushing them aside and holding them against your ass cheek. "I suggest you hold onto something, you bratty cockslut!"

"Baby, no, I don't want them to see-". You averted your eyes from theirs.

Katsuki gave his thick cock a couple of strokes before pushing the head against your weeping entrance.

"Katsuki, you can't-". Your words failed you as he sank his meaty cock inside you.

He looked over at the audience of two, who were enraptured as they watched your husband pull himself nearly all the way out before gliding himself in balls deep again. He set a rhythm, making sure that the two guys who'd had the audacity to flirt with you could see the striations of your slick along his length as he fucked you. The younger of the two, the office boy, had been palming himself through his pants.

"Oh my god, Katsu! They're watching us!"

"I know, that's the fucking point!" Maintaining his pace, he looked at them. "You understand now that she's mine?"

Their mouths moved, but no sound came out. Katsuki pounded his thighs against you harder, a sharp clap ringing through all 8 ears. "Answer me!" The taller man's erection was now evident through the fabric of his pants.

"Y-yes, I un-understand", one of them mustered while the other one could only nod.

Katsuki's wet balls were slapping your clit now, and you whimpered "Katsu? Baby?"

He wrapped your hair around his fist, ignoring your mewl. He never broke eye contact with the men who'd made passes at you. "Tell her who the fuck she belongs to".

The younger one had pulled his cock through his open zipper, jerking off his smaller dick with his eyes locked on the point where your body met your husband's.

"Look at her!", Katsuki commanded. Both pairs of eyes met yours, their dry mouths hanging open. "SAY IT!"

They both jumped. "Y-you...belong to h-him", said the younger man who had been jacking off.

"The name's fucking Bakugou! Fucking say it!"

The same guy said, "You b-belong to B-Bakugou!"

By this time the taller man had pulled his dick out too, much larger than that of the other guy, but he still didn't hold a candle to Katsuki.

Katsuki's eyes darted to his. "Say my fucking name!" Your pussy was sucking him hard and his voice nearly cracked.

"B-Bakugou..."

"That's right...Bakugou. It's her last name too, you fucking beta. Don't you ever forget!"

The man's eyes drifted over to your pussy just in time to see the pink ring of flesh around your husband's cock begin an undulating cycle of flexing and relaxing. "Nnn-Katsu! G-gonna cum!"

Your thighs tightened and your hips stopped rocking back against Katsuki's, but the clamping down of your vaginal walls only got stronger as you unraveled around your husband's weighty cock.

He pulled back on the fistful of your hair, still plunging himself deep within your quivering cunt. Smarmy as ever, he looked at the taller man again. "Who does this fucking pussy belong to?"

"Y-you! I-I mean, Bakugou!"

"You're goddamn right it fucking does". Katsuki's groan escaped on the tail end of his words.

You could feel his cock tensing up inside you, such was his size. "Katsu?" Your body had turned to putty as you tried to hold onto what little shred of dignity you had left. "Cum for me, Katsu!", you whimpered.

"Why the fuck should I?"

"C-uz I want y-ou to mark m-e!" Your eyeliner smeared across the leather material of the couch cushion.

"That's a good a reason as any", he said before shifting his eyes away from the small circle jerk and back down to you. "Ah fuck, baby, yeah. I'll fucking mark you alright!" His eyes darted back up to that of his audience. "Gonna make sure my musk saturates you so they can fucking smell me on you!"

Drool seeped from your open mouth against the cream-colored leather. Your tits swayed and your ass cheeks rippled from the sheer force of Katsuki's relentless thrusts.

"Ah fuck, baby, gonna fill you up with my seed! So fucking full of it you're not going to be able to hold it all in!" Katsuki's hips snapped against your ass one last time before locking up, his ass flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, flexing.

The younger man who'd been jacking off whined quietly as he blew his load onto the carpet beneath him.

"Nn fuck", the taller one groaned.

Finished with his orgasm, Katsuki pulled his cock out, bouncing under its own weight. He pulled your hips around to put on display the creampie he'd left behind inside you. The taller man, still tugging on his cock, watched as your pussy clenched, causing some of Katsuki's seed to ooze out of you and drip onto your ankle. That's all he could take and he came rather loudly, his cum nearly hitting you on the first release, such was the power behind it.

Katsuki frowned at both of them. "She's fucking mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Now...get the fuck OUT!"

They barely got their sticky, softening cocks back in their pants before retreating downstairs to no doubt go straight to their respective homes and have existential crises because they just orgasmed while watching another man fuck and cum inside an attractive woman. Porn was one thing, but Katsuki's show of dominance had hit different. And they had to wonder if they were wrong for it somehow.

Meanwhile, your husband helped you pull yourself together at least enough to make it to the car to take you home.

And with the privacy window partially cracked open, the driver was able to watch as Katsuki lapped up both your fresh slick for him, as well as his own seed as it continued to leak out.

[tennessoui]

Please give me the TA scene where Vos takes Obi-Wan to a bar to get drunk and forget about Anakin and pick up some hotties but oh no Anakin is there and Obi-Wan is a little tipsy and doesn’t want to be rude so he goes to say hi. Then for the rest of the night when he tries to go Anakin pulls him back into conversation because he doesn’t want Obi-Wan going home with someone else

yes!!!!!! TIS THE SEASON (halloween)

(2.3k)(the first TA obi-wan snippet!!)

The thing about Quinlan that Obi-Wan hates the most is that his friend is the only person in the entire world that can out-stubborn him. That’s usually not a problem. But sometimes it is. Sometimes it results in Quinlan forcing Obi-Wan into doing something he’d rather not do.

All those people that say peer pressure isn’t really real have never met Quinlan Vos.

Obi-Wan sort of wishes he’d never met Quinlan Vos when the man shows up at his door on Friday evening carrying three different bundles of clothing.

“Because I’m nice, you get to choose what you want to be for Halloween,” Quinlan announces, laying out the options on Obi-Wan’s coffee table.

“Drunk and alone in my apartment,” Obi-Wan says. “That’s an option, right?”

“Just for that, I’m taking Indiana Jones off the table,” Quinlan replies, not sounding sorry about it at all. “I’ll be that one. I think I could make the whip look hot as hell.”

Obi-Wan crosses his arms and peers at the costumes. “Sexy nurse or sexy….Red Riding Hood? I’m not wearing that. I doubt it would even fit me.”

“Bullshit, you have a very dainty waist, Obi. But hurry up and choose because we’re going to be late.”

“We’re going tonight?” Obi-Wan splutters. “It’s not even Halloween!”

“It’s the Halloweekend, Obi-Wan. It’s like you’ve forgotten all of our sophomore year.”

Obi-Wan’s tried to block most of it out, that’s true. The parts he remembers, at least. “I think we’re a bit too old for Halloweekend, Quin,” he protests, staring down at the costumes. “And I--”

“Have been obsessing over this so-called hottest professor in existence, yes, I know.” Quinlan holds up his hand when Obi-Wan starts to disagree. “No, you know I’m right. I don’t want to hear your excuses. I’ve never heard you casually talk about someone so much and I’ve been there for all of your co-ed crushes. So what we’re going to do tonight is go and get your hot professor fucked out of your head, and the best way to do that is either sexy nurse or sexy Red Riding Hood. So.”

“I do not want this,” Obi-Wan reiterates slowly. “I very much am not aboard this plan.”

“Don’t make me invoke the BFFFOC, Obi,” Quinlan threatens.

The BFFFOC, or Best Friend Forever Failsafe Override Code, was thought up between them one night their first year of college. If ever one of them was going down a path that the other deemed unwise, they had the right to invoke the override and talk some sense into them.

“I don’t think me not wanting to dress in a slutty and offensive nurse outfit counts,” Obi-Wan protests loudly.

“It’s not about the costume, Obi, and you know it. It’s about this professor. You know you need to get over him. So get under someone else. I’d offer, but that would be in complete violating of--”

“BFFNBTBT,” Obi-Wan finishes with him, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I recall.”

That one, Best Friends Forever No Below The Belt Touching had been resurrected after a very unfortunate one night stand. The grounds for that code are some of the ones Obi-Wan is still trying to forget.

“Fine,” he snaps and hates himself for it. One day he’ll learn how to say no to Quinlan. “But I’m going with Red Riding Hood.”

“I thought you would!” his friend cheers. “The cape’s long enough to cover more of your upper thighs and you’re a bit of a prude.”

Obi-Wan snatches up the packaged costume from the table. “Fuck off,” he says, quite pleasantly in his opinion. “And I’m not paying you back for this.”

“You should shave,” Quinlan tells him as he turns towards his bedroom. “Really commit to the role!”

Perhaps tonight Obi-Wan will strangle Quinlan with his own length of Indiana Jones whip. The thought puts a smile on his face.

In the end, Obi-Wan does end up shaving. It’s not something he does often, but he’d looked at the costume. The dress doesn’t even come down to his fingertips. The hooded red cape somehow just a little bit longer.

And he thinks making Quinlan wait for thirty minutes while Obi-Wan gets ready is the very least of what he deserves.

Dragging out the process, however, doesn’t magically give Quinlan enough time to realize how stupid this is, because when Obi-Wan peers around the edge of his door, Quin’s on the couch in full Indiana Jones costume regalia, flicking through his phone.

“I look like a pervert’s idea about what Swedish barmaids looked like in the 18th century,” Obi-Wan complains, trying to flatten the hem of the flared out dress as he regretfully leaves the safety of his bedroom.

“That’s what the hood’s for,” Quinlan says sagely, looking up from his phone to take in Obi-Wan. “What, no makeup?”

“I need you to know that my biggest regret in my entire life will always be that I sat next to you on our first day of chem,” Obi-Wan tells him placidly, adjusting the cape around his bare shoulders. He hates to admit it, but the feeling of the inner fabric of the hood feels good against his skin. Soft.

“Oh, don’t say that, Obi, I’m sorry. You’re pretty without makeup.”

“I’m about to throw a punch,” he warns.

Quinlan grins and slings an arm around him. “Well then, looks like it’s time to go.”

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They slide into two seats at the very crowded bar only thirty or so minutes later. Everyone around them is wearing some sort of costume, some so wild or revealing that Obi-Wan doesn’t even necessarily feel bad about the amount of skin he’s showing off.

Someone walks by in a golden speedo and Obi-Wan takes a gulp of his drink. At least this place does some heavy pours.

Quinlan leans into his ear. “See anyone?” he yells of the din of loud music and voices.

“I see a lot of people,” Obi-Wan reports back immediately.

“One more tongue-in-cheek response out of you, and I’ll make you do tequila shots, young man!”

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes, but then a girl in a french maid costume smiles at him flirtily from across the bar. His first thought is that he likes Professor Skywalker’s smile a lot better. Then he wonders about what Professor Skywalker’s doing tonight, if he likes Halloween. If he’s dressed up. If he’s alone.

“I would like two tequila shots,” he tells the bartender when she passes them.

“Obi-Wan, you shouldn’t have!” Quinlan tosses his arm around his shoulder and pulls him in for an awkward, but enthusiastic hug when the shots arrive.

“They’re both for me,” he responds. “You can choke.”

“You wound me so precisely,” Quinlan shakes his head, and flags down a bartender to order his own. Obi-Wan decides to ignore him, licking at the back of his hand quickly before sprinkling the salt onto the damp skin.

The first shot goes down easily, but he doesn’t even wait ten seconds before he’s brought his hand back to his mouth for another lick.

Halfway through, he looks up at the feeling of eyes staring at him. He follows his own instincts until his eyes latch onto bright, familiar blue ones across the way.

If he’d taken the shot, he would have choked in this moment when confronted with Anakin Skywalker, out of the lecture hall and looking so intensely at Obi-Wan that he feels strangely vulnerable. Examined.

He breaks eye contact with his professor when Quinlan’s arm tightens on his shoulder and he knocks their shot glasses together.

It’s second nature at this point to do shots with Quin, and he drinks his down automatically as his eyes can’t help but to dart back to Anakin--Professor Skywalker--at his table.

He’s sitting alone. Not even that dressed up. Obi-Wan has no feelings about this.

Quinlan, who is frighteningly observant at the worst times, clues into Professor Skywalker’s presence before he thinks he should, after only ten or so minutes have passed. “That guy is staring at you,” he whispers very loudly to Obi-Wan, taking a pointed sip of his newest drink. “Or maybe me, but he sorta looks angry whenever I touch you.”

As if to prove this, Quinlan moves in to place a sloppy kiss on Obi-Wan’s cheek. Obi-Wan can’t shove him off quickly enough.

“Yep, definitely looking at you.” Quinlan concludes. “Looks blond, older than us, but like. Not ancient. What are you thinking? Wanna go over? I think you should, he looks like he’d give you a good time.”

Obi-Wan stares down at his drink. Quinlan doesn’t know what Professor Skywalker looks like. He doesn’t know that he’s actually cajoling Obi-Wan into the arms of the one person he’s set against him seeing. If Obi-Wan were a better friend, he’d tell him. But Obi-Wan isn’t. Obi-Wan’s feeling a little tipsy from the drinks, and his legs are all smooth, and he wants to talk to Professor Skywalker. He wants to see if maybe the man could want him if he’s wearing this. If he looks like this.

“I’m gonna go over and talk to him,” he decides in a rush, already lifting himself out of his seat. Quinlan crows in delight and reaches out to steady him when he stumbles a bit.

Water next, Obi-Wan thinks. He’s going to have water next.

It’s a short trip across the room to where Professor Skywalker is sitting. It just feels longer because of nerves. God, what is he doing? Why is he doing this?

But suddenly he’s at Anakin’s table. Suddenly he’s standing right in front of him, drink clutched in both hands, very aware of how much skin his outfit is showing off.

Anakin’s eyes dart down and the back up again before lingering at the exposed skin of his thighs. If it were anyone else, Obi-Wan would think he’s being checked out, but it’s his professor. And no matter how much Obi-Wan may want Anakin’s eyes to stick on him like a brand, he knows the older man would never want that same thing.

“Professor Skywalker, hello,” he finally says, fiddling with the straw in his drink. A few seconds later, he takes a sip, conscious of the way the man follows this motion. If it were anyone else--

But it’s not.

“Obi-Wan, I’ve told you to call me Anakin,” the professor scolds. “Especially outside of the classroom.”

“Sorry,” he says immediately. “Um. Anakin.”

Anakin’s arm drapes itself over the back of his booth as he sits more comfortably in his chair. “Please, sit.”

“I don’t want to intrude or anything, I just saw you and thought I would say--”

“Obi-Wan, sit,” this is a much clearer instruction. Obi-Wan drops into the other chair. Anakin looks him over again. “I have to admit, I didn’t have you pegged for being into this holiday,” he says roughly. “Or so committed to it.”

Obi-Wan thinks he’s probably blushing as red as his hood. “No, I um. You’re right. My friend, I--he wanted me to come out with him, and he only got me two costumes--I wouldn’t, but he--”

“Indiana Jones?” Anakin cuts in to ask sharply. “Sounds like a bit of a controlling boyfriend if he made you do something you’re not comfortable with.”

There’s an air of protectiveness in Anakin’s voice that makes Obi-Wan feel warm on the inside. Even though the professor couldn’t have been more wrong.

“No, no,” he corrects him anyway, even though a part of him is yelling that Anakin really doesn’t care that much about the details of his personal life. “We’re just friends. And I….”

He trails off, and Anakin arches one of his thick eyebrows in expectancy.

It may be that expression, the knowledge that Obi-Wan could give Anakin the answer he’s looking for, or the drinks in his system, but he finds himself continuing, admitting quite quietly, “I like it.”

Anakin straightens in his seat and takes a long pull of his own drink. “You like it,” he repeats. “Am I to assume you’re just a fan of the fairytale?”

Obi-Wan bites at his lip. He knows he shouldn’t say anything more, but....but they’re so far from the lecture hall here. It’s hard to remember why they shouldn’t talk about this. It’s hard not to let his mind wander to what he would say if the person he was talking to was not his professor, but a man he was interested in spending the night with, someone he was trying to seduce.

He shakes his head shyly.

“I like the hood,” he admits, because once he’s thought of it it’s incredibly difficult not to say it. He hardly even tries, if he’s being honest. “The cape is just long enough I can feel it on my thighs. And I like the skirt and--” he hesitates here, but it’s not called liquid courage for nothing. “The lingerie it came with.”

Anakin freezes with his drink halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he sets it back onto the table again and studies Obi-Wan with darkened eyes. His expression is unreadable and it makes Obi-Wan squirm in his seat.

“Fuck,” Anakin breathes out, the word almost lost to the roar of noise in the bar.

Obi-Wan fidgets in his seat. “Actually, sir,” he says suddenly. “I’m sorry, I should go, I only meant to say hello--”

“You should stay,” the professor interrupts, leaning forward and placing his hand on Obi-Wan’s forearm. The touch is electrifying. “For a drink.”

“Just a drink,” Obi-Wan agrees probably too quickly, a part of him responding to Anakin’s pleading expression perhaps more than it should. “My, what big eyes you have,” he jokes in regards to his professor’s begging look.

“The better to see you with,” Anakin replies immediately. For a second, his hand on Obi-Wan’s arm doesn’t move. Then his thumb strokes over the smooth skin there before he pulls back. “My dear.”

[deexchanel]

As she should.

Word Count: 1,123

Pairing: Steve Rogers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Jealousy, and Fluff.

Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark's parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.

A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.

“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.

“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”

Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”

"You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking." Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha's ass making her yelp.

"Y/N!"

"I saw the opportunity and took it."

Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.

"So you're mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it's alright? I demand equality!"

"Y/N hush."

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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. "Excuse me." She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn't in the way but he wasn't using the spot so Y/N wanted it.

"My apologies- Y/N?" Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.

"Hi, Steve."

Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she's seen him. Steve's beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.

Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. "Y/N what are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?" Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.

"Uh yeah, it's alright with me. Y/N you look-"

"Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?" He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. "Oh Y/N I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, I've been here for bout an hour now." Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.

"Well, I'll talk to you later Y/N."

"No, he won't, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong."

To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn't want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.

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"Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.'. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor's lap probably making him hard.

"Steve are you okay? You're staring mighty hard." Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.

"I'm alright."

Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.

"Woah calm down big guy, you're going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.

"I'm not, I just..." Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. "I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn't mine anymore and Y/N knows what she's doing."

"You don't go with Emma right?" Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. "She's obsessed with me and I don't want her. I want and desire Y/N."

Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. "Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It's a really simple plan."

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "She doesn't want anything to do with me Bucky."

"You don't know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn't recall. "Now go get your girl back."

Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.

Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude's package. "Y/N let's go." Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.

"What? Steve what are you doing??"

"You're leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.

"I think it's pretty obvious that the woman doesn't want to leave with you." He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn't even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, "Uhh excuse me sir, you don't have anything to do with this so hush."

"I was just trying to help you bitch." He pushed Y/N which Steve didn't tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.

Steve leaned down to him on the floor,"Disrespect my girl and I won't hesitate to give you another black eye." He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. "This why I don't like you wearing this without me Y/N."

"You just punched some guy and you're worried about what I'm wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!" Y/N snatched away from him, angry.

"Embarrassed you? Y/N you've been showing your ass all night like I wasn't there." Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.

"Steve we aren't together!!! I'm single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.

"You're not single Y/N. You're mine." He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn't going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.

"Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine."I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N." He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.

"Do you understand me?"

Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. "Y-Yes."

Steve's large hand smacks against her ass. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo

I don't really like it but oh well.

I should've written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here's your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.

stay slutty my friends.

[babbushka]

66 70 71 from the SMUT DIALOGUE PROMPTS with Charlie please? That sounds like something he would say, but then maybe he ends up being wrong that you actually can get away with it... Thanks a million Zannah!

(800w, head empty no thots just NSFW filth [cheating/affairs, dirty talk, PIV, mirror sex, light spanking])

Charlie pauses reading over the new script, when you go walking through the living room, your shoes on, purse in hand. He has to do a double take, because you look good, really good, too good.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He tries, really tries not to be so controlling. That’s what screwed him over with Nicole, that’s why she’s divorcing him, he knows that, but there’s a possessive sort of flare that burns up in his chest when he sees your outfit.

“To the library, my books are almost due.” You don’t know how hard he is, silently simmering on the couch.

“I don’t think so.” Charlie gets up, walks in front of you and blocks the door. “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back here I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

He realizes at once, that that was the wrong thing to say, because a smirk flashes across your face and you lick your lips, pushing past him with a playful teasing, “I look forward to it.”

True to his word, the second you walk back through the door to his home, Charlie’s snatching you up around your waist, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Charlie! Oh shit – put me down!” You drop your purse in surprise as he carries you through the house to his bedroom, dumps you on his bed.

You know what you’re in for, and you’re excited, shimmying out of your clothes while Charlie throws his away in a corner somewhere. He presses you down to the mattress so you’re flat on your back, and there’s a strong hand on your jaw in a second. Charlie pushes your head enough so that you can catch your upside-down reflection in the big mirror above the dresser, body already falling apart for him.

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” He growls, angry that you went out into the world where everyone could see, could see just how slutty you are for him, for this married man.

And then with the announcement made, he gets to work, grabs your leg and tosses your ankle over his shoulder, cock immediately seeking your cunt. You’re wet, you were thinking about it the entire ride back from the library, thinking about how he’d treat you right for your little display of defiance. Charlie would never admit it, but his cock throbs from the way you never listen to what he says, you’re perfectly independent, you don’t let him push you around.

Except for in bed, where he pushes and pulls your limbs around exactly as he needs them, wants them, to pleasure you and be pleasured himself. He fucks you like this, makes you watch yourself take his cock, your tits bouncing from the speed of it, how he grinds himself deep and hard into your pussy.

“I – oh yes, damn you weren’t joking were you?” You moan, the leg that’s not in his grip is spread wide, toes curling, trying to gain enough purchase on the mattress that you can lift your hips and meet him thrust for thrust, wanting to give as good as you get.

Because damn, what you get is good.

"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.” Charlie smacks your thigh hard, his hand causing shocks and ripples of your flesh that go straight to your clit, makes it pulse.

“I shouldn’t, someone – oh fuck! Charlie!” You gasp when he shifts the angle and rubs against your walls just right, “Someone should hear.. harder, give it to me harder!”

You have to be reasonable, have to be practical, logical, no one can know about this after all, these illicit affairs, these secret meetings that are supposed to be for work but never get any work accomplished. You can’t go screaming for him because when the moment is over, you’ll be caught, and then you can’t do this together anymore, and neither of you want to stop.

“Let them hear, fuck it, let Nicole hear, I want her to hear it all the fucking way in LA.” Charlie babbles, fucks you right, pulls your hips closer to his, moving your body on the mattress so you’re no longer nearly falling off to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Charlie – yes! Yesyesyes, fuck me harder Charlie, come in me.” Not exactly screaming, but loud enough that it’s the only thing Charlie hears, the only thing echoing inside his brain other than the smack of his flesh against yours as he fucks you.

And by the time he’s done with you, by the time he does come deep inside you and fuck it up into your cunt as far and as full as it can go, you’ll laugh against each other’s mouths and think of an excuse for why your voice is so raspy.

[this-is-spn20]

Dean Winchester Imagine!

A/N: First Dean Imagine!! I like the way this came out! Enjoy!

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Imagine… Dean Chasing after you fought and Kissing you in the rain

You, Dean, and Sam were at a bar after a case and you all had finished an easy werewolf case in Idaho. You were tired but still had a bit of an adrenaline rush you wanted to burn off in the bar. Dean had been a bit distant lately. You’ve tried to talk to him alone in the hotel room, but he always blows you off. You’ve even tried bribing him with pie! Nothing worked. You hoped that blowing off some steam at the bar would help him open up to you.

You had been hustling some big biker boys in darts and pool. So far, they think you just have a ‘very good case of beginners luck’. In between games you always went to the bar to try and convince Dean to join you in hustling some people for money, but he turned you down every time. You were starting to think that you did something to piss him off. Still, you didn’t push your luck and went back to the pool game. You had $400 already, you hoped you could get more by the end of the night. 

You noticed a man looking at you from across the bar. You’re gonna lie, he looked good, but you really have your eyes on Dean, have for a while now. But of course, he’d never notice you. He’s into slutty type supermodels rather than someone you. You start to consider if you should just go with the man just for a good lay when a loud crack of thunder echoed around the bar. The man got up and started to walk over to you and as he got closer to you, you looked down at your drink finding it very interesting all of a sudden. 

“Hey darlin’ how are you?”

You let out a long sigh, “I’m...fine.” You picked up your drink and took a sip. 

“You look like you could use some company for the night.” The man then leaned over and took your hand in his. You quickly snatched your hand away from the man. The man suddenly pulled you by your waist and into his chest. You tried to get away from him but even for a drunk, the guy was strong. Yes, you were a hunter but only in training. The case you did tonight was one of the first you’ve done. You didn’t know much in the way of fighting. 

You didn’t see Dean make his way over to you until the guy suddenly fell backward and let go of you.

“THE HELL WERE YOU DOING ALL UP ON THAT GUY FOR?!”

“He grabbed me first Dean!” 

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe you couldn’t fight that guy off! He was drunk! You could’ve punched him easily!”

By this time Dean had dragged you outside away from the bar and you were close to tears. 

“I-I’m sorry Dean, I froze up. I didn’t know what to do.” You mumbled the last part of your sentence. You felt sorry for yourself, you’re a hunter for Christ’s sake! You could’ve punched, kicked, bit, anything. But you didn’t. You just stood there, frozen.

“Sorry isn’t gonna help when you freeze on a real hunt and get everyone around you killed,” Dean said, venom soaking every word.

‘You’re not cut out for this life’, you thought to yourself. You looked Dean in the eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.” before walking off down the road towards the bunker.

You were almost half a mile up the road when you felt a drop of water on your cheek. You thought you were crying until you felt another drop, then more. You soon realized it was raining as you cursed yourself for not bringing a thicker jacket. 

You heard footsteps behind you like someone was running towards you. You thought it was Sam but as you turned around you were surprised to see Dean. Once he got closer to you, you started to say something but he cut you off with a rough passionate kiss. You were shocked for a moment before you leaned into the kiss grabbing Dean’s face, pulling him closer to you. You felt water droplets on your eyes and cheeks as water from Dean’s hair dropped onto you. 

You pulled away from each other slowly, as you opened your eyes you saw Dean’s forest-green eyes looking back at you. 

“I’m sorry, for what I said back there. I was a dick. I know you weren’t born into this life like I was. I’ll be a little easier on you now.”

“It’s fine Dean, I understand where you come from, I’ll better I swear.”

“How about we walk back to the bar so we can drive home.”

“Fine by me Dean, fine by me.”

[dudeandduchess]

Sanemi x F!S/O: Money Talks (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Summary: Sanemi’s fiancée comes to visit him for a meeting, only for him to see through to her real intentions right off the bat. Note: I got so inspired by that billionaire Sanemi thing I talked about earlier and I had to push off writing the Kyō porn star AU for this. Enjoy, bbys! 😂🍉🍉🍉

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Dom!Sanemi/Dom!Reader, Mildly Pretentious Reader, Daddy Kink

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The sound of her red-soled heels clicking against the marble floors gave (Y/n) more than enough confidence to breeze through all of the people ogling her. It may have been the cream-colored Birkin bag she toted, or it may have been the black knit Balmain dress, that clung to her figure, which turned heads; whatever it was, she could only relish in the attention she was getting.

After all, half the fun in dressing up was the attention she was sure to get with her astronomically priced outfits.

At the very sight of her, the security personnel right by the turnstile security gates opened all of the terminals for her, before bowing down so low at the waist that they looked like they were going to fall over with a single tip in the wrong direction.

She quirked an eyebrow at that, but deigned not to say anything as she let her confident strides carry her all the way to the elevators. Not a word was spoken by her, but with every person she passed, they uttered a quick and efficient ‘good morning, (L/n)-sama’ that only served to feed (Y/n)’s inflated ego even more.

It wasn’t a sin to be rich. The sin was to abuse her power and use it for despicable means, so she found nothing wrong with relishing in the respect that her money and family name bought her.

And with those thoughts putting a smile on her face, she boarded one of the elevators— with her secretary stepping in after her— before turning to the other woman. “Kaname, you can go right ahead to Sanemi’s secretary and ask her for the company’s stock exchange records, and the term deposit receipts. I’ll be in his office.”

Scrutinous eyes watched the numbers tick by on the small screen by the doors, never once flickering away as the numbers went higher and higher— until the lift stopped on the sixtieth floor.

The moment the doors opened, she didn’t even spare another second in the confined space; merely strode out of the elevator and bypassed the employees that had stopped to bow at her in greeting.

She was there for a purpose, and it wasn’t to be chummy with her fiancé’s employees.

With every step she took, the warmer her body became— not because of the cool temperature inside the building, but because of the thoughts that played inside her head. If she played her cards right, she could have what she wanted without even working for it; namely having Sanemi’s head between her legs and eating her pussy out until she was a shaking mess.

Little thought was put into the wheres or hows; all that mattered was that she got to cum. After all, she had cancelled so many meetings just to make time for him— since that was what he had been telling her during dinner the week before.

It wasn’t like him to voice out the need to spend more time together, so she decided to make an effort and actually give in to her urge to be with him— just for that day; or else her own empire would crumble beneath her feet, if she played hooky for Sanemi all the time.

When she got to his office doors, she didn’t even wait for anyone to open the doors for her, nor announce her arrival; (Y/n) put her hands on the door knobs and let herself in without any preamble whatsoever, not even caring that Sanemi had been in the midst of a call when she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

Pale purple eyes looked up at her with intensity that matched no other, which she returned with a smirk as well as a wink— that she was sure grated on her lover’s nerves even more.

In a few strides, the young woman had crossed the room and had already set her bag down on the floor right next to Sanemi’s desk— not even caring that most people would have screamed at her for committing such a travesty on a bag that cost a small fortune.

She couldn’t care less, as she rounded the corner of the table and perched herself right on the lip of the dark oak. The hem of her dress rode up higher on her thighs, exposing more skin to Sanemi— whom had swiveled his chair to face her, and had placed a possessive hand on her left thigh.

“Oh,” (Y/n) mouthed at him, as a catty smile played at her lips.

In response, Sanemi’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at her, which she blatantly ignored as she placed her right hand on top of his and slowly guided further up her lap.

The young man was slowly beginning to get hard in his pants, yet he put his focus more on the woman perched on his desk as well as the call that he had been on since he came in to work.

When he did nothing further than squeeze his fiancée’s thigh once more, her smile widened into a grin; getting up from her seat and reaching beneath her dress to slip off the lacy, black thong that she knew was Sanemi’s favorite on her.

His eyes followed the slide of the cloth down her legs, watching the scrap of underwear land at her feet before she stepped out of it— hooking it to the heel of her right shoe so she could pick it up without a problem.

The hand on (Y/n)’s thigh tightened even more, and a quiet gasp left her lips when she felt her lover’s fingers ghost over her bare pussy— as if to check if she really was naked beneath her dress.

Sanemi licked his suddenly dry lips at the feel of her damp slit, wanting nothing more than to hike her dress up to her hips so he could bury his cock inside her— but the person prattling off on the other end of the line kept him from doing just that.

So, with a quiet click of his tongue, he settled for circling her clit with the tip of his middle finger— basking in the quiet sigh of pleasure that slipped past (Y/n)’s lips, as she sat back down on the edge of his table.

And, to torture him even more, she dangled the thong in her right hand in front of his face, before laying it on top of the papers on Sanemi’s desk.

His glare narrowed at the scrap of lace, before flickering up to clue (Y/n) in to how much he didn’t appreciate that— since he just felt his cock twitch in his pants.

“Shinazugawa-sama?” The man on the other line asked unsurely when all he heard was radio silence on the young CEO’s end of the conversation, to which Sanemi bristled at. He couldn’t believe that he had actually got too lost in glaring at (Y/n) that he hadn’t answered the question that was posed to him.

“The best course of action would be to take over their future projects now; pull the plug on their current projects and make their clients choose our company-”

However, before he could continue, (Y/n) snatched the receiver out of his right hand and placed it up to her own ear. “Apologies, but Shinazugawa-sama will have to call you back. Something just…” She trailed off with a blatant look aimed at the bulge between her lover’s legs. “Came up.”

And with that, she dropped the phone back in its cradle; flippantly brushing off the way that her lover’s hand tightened even more on her thigh. It was most likely going to leave a bruise, but she did like to play things rough with him— so she really couldn’t care less about it.

What she did care about, however, was getting what she wanted from him.

So, she got up from the corner of his table and casually inched herself over to sit down on the very middle of it— right on top of his papers, and the thong that she’s placed there to tease him earlier. And with a slow drag of the tip of her right shoe against the side of his calf, she placed her shoe-clad foot on top of his left thigh.

Sanemi was about to swat her foot off of him, when she dug her toes into his thigh— grinning when he flinched at her unexpected actions. “Think twice before you do that, Daddy.”

Her words were said in a mocking manner, but Sanemi would be damned if he didn’t admit how much harder it made him— because for her to call him Daddy… even if she was teasing, only made him want to fuck her even more; make her submit to him in ways that he’d only managed to do when she allowed him full control of things in the bedroom.

“Really, baby?” He scoffed, trailing his hand up to her pussy once more and pinching her clit between his index and middle fingers. Her legs quivered at his ministrations, and her eyes fell shut like he had expected, which made him grin. “I don’t think you’re in a position to say that.”

Silence answered his words, making him chuckle as he played with her pussy even more— rubbing her clit between his fingers, and then trailing his digits down to her entrance so he could gather her wetness at his fingertips and spread it along her slit. He relished in the lewd sounds it made, but what brought him the most pleasure was seeing the way that (Y/n) threw her head back and presented herself more to him.

He lifted her other leg up with his right hand, slinging it onto his shoulder and holding it there as he pulled himself closer to her pussy. And, automatically, she hooked the other leg— which had been perched on his thigh— to his other shoulder; affording Sanemi a view that only he was allowed to see.

(Y/n)’s skirt rode up higher at her actions, but she shamelessly parted her legs further when her lover slipped a finger inside her. She sighed along with a moan, letting her head loll to the side as she felt her lover’s finger curl up within her.

“Such a slutty girl,” The silver-haired man uttered under his breath, leaning down so he could lick her clit— right before blowing on it and earning a stuttering gasp from his usually infallible fiancée.

He then added another finger in her at that, starting to pump his hand at a steady pace as he sucked her clit into his mouth. With every pass of his tongue against her clit, she would cry out and press her hips against him— as if she were so desperate to cum that she was letting go of the control she so desperately liked to hold onto.

And Sanemi almost believed that she was starting to become pliant— the more that he moved his tongue in her along with his fingers— until she reached down with both hands and gripped his hair tight, pushing his face into her crotch and moving her hips against him in a way that made the tip of his nose brush against her clit as she did so.

No matter how hard he tried to pull himself away, the grip she had on him would tighten— leaving him to retaliate by quickening the pace of his fingers, and adding moving his tongue faster in an attempt to make her squirt.

(Y/n)’s thighs began to quiver with the onslaught of pleasure, and her walls began to tighten around Sanemi’s fingers and tongue as she felt her orgasm approach. “I’m cumming, Daddy. Fuck. Your tongue and fingers feel so good inside me.”

Sanemi didn’t even answer that— he couldn’t, since she smothered him even further with her pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Daddy!” Ragged and borderline breathless moans escaped her lips the closer she got to her climax, until she let out a shameless cry as she bucked her hips into her lover’s face; finally loosening her grip enough for him to be able to breathe properly.

With an irate sigh, Sanemi pushed (Y/n)’s legs off of his shoulder and got up from his seat, about to unbuckle his belt to free his cock when the woman herself reached under her to get the thong she’d inadvertently sat on— only to lean forward and use it to wipe away the traces of her climax on his face.

And, with a light kiss pressed to his lips, she tucked the scrap of lace in his breast pocket; patting the area before she got back up on her feet.

“I’ll see you later, Sanemi.” (Y/n) winked at him while a saucy grin tugged up at her lips. She then pulled her skirt back down to cover her modesty, and then reached out to cup his erection through his pants.

With that, she stepped around him and picked her bag up from where she’d left it. Not once did she look over her shoulder to see his reaction, because she knew him well and was sure that what she would see was a thunderous expression on his divinely handsome face.

“Thank you for the orgasm, sweetheart,” The young woman called out shamelessly the moment she opened the door to his office— earning bewildered looks from both his and her secretaries. “Love you.”

[radicalravioli]

Daddys little whore ¡teacher!frank iero smut

Tw.daddy kink,very sexual,alchol .

Frank, Mr iero, frankie , sir , mister , the cool music teacher, the dude that you met at a gig , punk rock 25 year old man who acts like he's 19 . Those are many names that describe Frank iero my music teacher , the one who stole my heart on the first day of freshmen year .

I'm a senior now so I've had a crush on the man for quite a long time.

Of course you can't say he's the sexiest teacher, I mean there's Mr Way out art teacher , Mr Toro our math teacher and

Mr Way number two aka Gerard's brother aka Mikey or our English teacher .

I'm probably the closest with Mikey and Frank , I mean don't get me wrong I still think that Gerard and Ray are cool it's just that. I tell Mikey everything and Frank is the funny teacher that every student adores .

I want to do one thing before heading off to college , and that's hooking up with him .

Yeah that's my plan you heard me.

I've been dressing in some more reviling clothes , I'd wear matching lace underwear with a bra that I had bought specifically for this occasion .

Sometimes I'm in my room alone touching myself to the thought of him and what those tattooed hands could do .

Today I was most definitely gonna get his attention .

~~~

I hurried to Mikey's class knowing I'd be late , I spent the whole night on tumblr and reading some NSFW fics.

Gotta love tumblr .

I put on my normal uniform it's just that I put on knee high black socks , a chain to my usual plaid red skirt , then my Converse and finally a black hoodie that on the sleeves wrote

'Daddy's little whore'

With nothing beneath it .

I was gonna hit it off hard .

I opened the door to English as I spotted Mikey in his chair and the students writing some essay or something .

"Morning Mikey , sorry I'm late" I called him by his fist name witch he never liked , but I was practically his best friend so i had a pass .

"Morning y/n take a seat and if you're late again btw this is the fifth time this week , I'm gonna give you detention got it "he said still glued to his papers .

You see Mikey has gotten suspicious , especially cuz I started to dress like a slut .

I'd usually tell Mikey the details about my crushes and how they look like and so on .

And he'd tell me to go ask him or her out .

But I didn't tell Mikey about Frank , I simply can't . He's his best friend and band mate , I can't just straight up say 'hey I like my music teacher I want him to bang me against his desk and call me his dirty little slut '

Hell nah

So I decided to keep it to myself.

Well mostly myself.

I sat down next to my blond haired bestie and gave him a side hug .

"How's it going my man " I told Patrick

He smiled , turning away from his work .

"Hey there n/n , I'm good " then he looked at my outfit

"Trying to impress ireo again ?"

He whispered, I nodded and took off his fedora to ruffle up his strawberry blond hair .

He scratched his face up and snatched his hat away from me adjusting it .

"By the end of the year I'm gonna smosh with him " I chuckled lightly as the fedorable tiny human smiled at me .

"Y/n , you know that Anthony and Ian put the copyright struck on the word 'smosh' so use it carefully " Mikey said smiling at me .

"It's ok y/n !" Ian yelled across the classroom as Anthony put Ian's hand down and smiled at me before getting back to work .

In a flash the bell rang and all the students left the classroom .

I waved at pat and turned around to face Mikey's hazel eyes .

"Soooooo any new crushes huh y/n "

Mikey wiggled his eyebrows at me as I rolled my eyes at him .

"Yeah" I said fiddling w the sleeve of my hoodie .

I could hear him whisper a small 'yes' and punch the air . I giggled and sat down next to him .

"So tell me all about them " he said taking a sip of his coffee on the table .

I nodded as I tried to think of a way that I can describe Frank to Mikey without him knowing .

"So he's a bit older than me , and has this black hair that is always greasy but it makes him look good and hazel eyes but they are a bit more on the green side then brown and he's covered in tattoos and ugh imagine what those tattoo covered hands can do " I went on and on. Pausing a couple of times go take a deep breath.

"Uh-huh so he has hazel eyes and black hair and Is covered in tattoos.....that sounds like frank" he knit his eyebrows together and sent me a confused look .

Then realization hit him and his face turned from confused to a shocked one .

"Holy shit you're in love with Frank that's why you wore all those slutty clothes it's because of him " he mumbled as I looked at him in panic I thought he was gonna tell me that I'm weird and that I'm some kind of weirdo that falls for way older men .

"You have next class with him , holy crap you need to hook up " he said looking at me  with a smirk , I smirked back and he gave me some advice on him and how to get him easily .

***

I left Mikey's classroom and skipped lunch to hang out with my friends .

As usual we climbed up some tree and sat on a branch while gossiping about teachers and other people

Oh don't forget the part where we smoke and Pete brings booze so we get pretty much wasted before class .

"Come on Patrick it's just a bit of alcohol , don't be a pussy "I slurred as Patrick looked at the bottle and shook his head .

"Pat , Patty , Trick , my best friend come on man get loose " Pete said as Andy and Joe stared at Patrick in amusement .

"I told you guys I'm not drinking " said the blond as he pushed away the flask that Pete shoved in his face .

I sighed looking over to Pats orange juice , I smirked looking at Pete and handing it to him .

"Oh yeah " I whispered as pat was too interested in looking at Ryan Ross and Brandon Uries painting that was hung up inside the school .

Pete poured a good amount of booze in Patrick's juice and winked at me .

***

I heard the bell ring and headed to music .

My time to shine.

I smirked to myself as I entered ieros class .

"Morning Mr Iero "

I smiled at him and his hazel eyes as he looked me up and down eyes glued to my knee high socks .

"Morning y/n , I see you changed up your look today " he smirked at me and my stomach flipped .

I turned pink as I put my hand on his chest rubbing the fabric of his thin dress shirt .

"Yeah , yeah I did the uniform was too old fashioned for me with all those boring clothes" I said as I took a seat .

Frank explained something to the class and I listened carefully , not to him but his voice of course .

It was so stern and husky and god darn sexy .

I pressed my thighs together , I was dripping and I needed some attention now .

I got up from my seat and swayed over to the door as a hand grabbed my wrist .

"Y/n"he said sternly , obviously annoyed by my behavior.

"Yes Mr Iero " I turned to face him .

"Did I say you can leave the classroom ?"

His eyes filled with filth as I started becoming more wet down there .

I shifted in my place and shook my head .

"Detention , see me after class "

I did it , I thought . Taking a seat on my chair and nodding innocently .

Throughout the class Frank has been giving me looks and winking at me from time to time .

It made me wanna jump on him and rape his ass.

***

All the students left the class leaving me with Frank .

I was exited knowing what I'd get for being such a bad girl .

"I'm aware that you know better then not to disobey me sweetheart" he purred as he stood up to look me in the eyes .

"You know bad girls like you get punishments ...." he whispered in my ear as he planed a kiss on my neck .

"Girls like you get to be fucked against the wall for not listening" he took my wrist and made me stand up .

He then forced my lips to his as he put his hands on my waist and I put mine on his chest .

I pushed him on his chair and strangled his hips . His nails dug deep in the skin on my thighs as his tongue danced with mine in the war for dominance .

He moved to my neck to leave open mouthed kisses on my neck , nibbling and marking what's his .

"Oh baby how I dreamed of this moment" he purred against my neck as I took off my hoodie .

His eyes bugged out seeing that there's nothing beneath .

"Aw sweetheart dressing up for me , how nice of you " he smirked and moved to undo my bra .

He yanked it on the desk as he moved to grope them , he took one nipple in his mouth and nibbled making me moan .

He grinds himself on me , his erection obvious.

"Wanna blow me baby ?" I melted in his embrace as I lowered myself on my knees and carefully unzipped his slacks and slid them down .

I palmed him though his boxers as he groaned bucking his hips.

I pulled his boxers down for his erect bud to spring free , as I looked at him hungrily and pressed my tongue against his tip spreading pre cum.

I took him in and bobbed my head as he groaned and slowly fucked my mouth .

He pulled on my h/c locks and moaned , sweat forming on his forehead as his dark brown hair stuck to his skin .

I moaned against him causing to him buckling his hips again and making me gag .

He pulled out his stiff cock , a bit string of drool stuck to it connecting my swollen lips to him .

"You did so good baby , such a good girl". He smirked and lifted me up to his hight , pressing a kiss to my lips as I moved and strangled his hips once more .

He reached under my skirt and moved my panties to the side , his fingers brushing against my wet folds making me moan .

He smirked his hazel orbs filled with lust as he lined himself up with me .

"Now sweetie , are you going to be a good little slut for daddy and let me fuck this tight little pussy in peace or are you going to disobey me and be a naughty little girl" he growled as I nodded .

"Use your words baby "said the brunette as I whimpered . Squirming under his touch .

"Yes sir " I said on the edge of a moan his voice was beyond sexy and I was dripping .

"Perfect "he shot me a smirk before slamming into me , I bit my lip trying to to cry out in pleasure .

A muffled moan escaped his lips as I bounced up and down his dick .

I shifted my hips for him to hit the g spot. As he suddenly hit it , I shut my eyes as squeezed them trying not to moan .

The room started to smell like sex as he was making the most beautiful sounds .

I couldn't hold it anymore and just moaned out in pleasure as he looked at me and dug his nails in my his harder.

He started to twitch as my thirsts became sloppier.

"Y/n - fuck -"he groaned as I reached my orgasm .

"Fuck!" We yelled in sync as we both came , I squirted all over his cock while. A hot liquid ran down my thighs .

He pulled out and patted against my shoulder as I stood up trying to find my panties. The stuck out of the pocket of his dress pants , he put on his boxers and stood up .

"You were very well behaved today miss y/n , you have been excused from math class and I hope you have a lovely day " he said as I headed out the door , suddenly he spanked my ass and left a kiss behind my ear .

"I'll see you sir "

"Hope this happens again "

"The feelings mutual"

***

I chuckled to myself as I entered art sitting next to Pat again .

"You wouldn't believe what happened " I whispered as he turned to me and took out his earbud.

"What " he smiled sending me a confused look

"I accomplished my goal "

I said proudly as his eyes went wide .

He was about to say something as Pete cut him off .

" you hooked up with Iero WHOOO "

Pete fake wiped his tear

"I'm so proud of you , my baby is finally gown up " .

Hi boiz so that was it , like I said PLEASE REQUEST MY BRAIN IS EMPTY JUST DO IT .

Thanks for reading .

[ghost-writing]

The Monster 2/?? - August Walker fanfic

This is a re-post from my other blog... I’ve decided to post my writing on a separate page, it’ll be easier to access like that.

I’ve edited this a little, but there might still be some spelling mistakes & grammatical errors. (English is not my 1st language!) So, if you see something that irks you, please tell me! :)

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PART TWO - Breaking

Word count: 3.2k  (The bit below the 2nd gif was labeled “part 2.2″, and titled “Interlude at the office”, but it’s quite short, so I decided to not make it separate anymore.)

Warnings: Sex (unprotected), rough sex, a certain dose of violence (including light choking), SMUT, swearing and bad language. And August Walker. (The Kingstache deserves its own warning.) And it’s probably full of typos and redundancies.

Part one can be found here!

He texted her around midnight. He had tried to not give in, resisted for almost a week, but he needed to let some steam off tonight. And he thought he liked her, which was angering him even more. She was a good investigator: smart, could think outside the box, and did not take shit from anyone, not even him. He used to like that about Sloane: she commanded respect. She did not deserve it, though. He did not know yet if Annie Franken did, he had not scratched under the surface enough. But after the month he had spent here in Brussels, he could say that he almost enjoyed working with her. At the very least, she made this dull case more acceptable. He had been offended when Sloane had given him the assignment. He felt it was an insult to his previous accomplishments. And the case would last months. At least, he’d get to travel around Europe. And since that night, he thought she was another perk.

Less than five minutes into his first meeting with the captain, he had requested to see the whole team’s files. He wanted to know exactly who he was working with, especially as it was his first time working with the Nexus. The man in charge had refused, but he went higher to get them, and he got them. Detective Franken’s dossier was heavier than the others, almost as thick as the captain’s. Apart from the chief, she had been there longer than everyone on that team, which was why she was in charge, and his direct liaison officer.

She had been in a little more trouble than the others, too. Nothing important: some insubordination (from what the redacted report seemed to say, she had been right, and her senior officer got fired shortly afterwards), and a one-time misconduct while handling a criminal in her care (he was lucky to still be alive, but he had it coming). He smiled thinking about the pics of Denizio, the “victim”: covered in bruises and scratches, a couple of deep bites, a dislocated shoulder, and multiple fractures (nose in two places, left side of his face smashed in, seven ribs, and right ankle). He was impressed: she was a fighter, and a nasty one. He had searched for the video of the incident, but had not got to it yet. He didn’t doubt that the evidence had been deliberately lost, to avoid her too much trouble.

The file also contained a lot of praise: from her former chief in the federal police, and her current one. Thinking back of his first meeting with the man, all these compliments, the twinkle in his eyes: the captain admired her, maybe even had a crush on her. August understood the appeal: good at her job, and a nice rack. Maybe too virtuous, at first sight, but he could smell that there was something hidden under the surface of that porcelain skin. Something wicked. He could see it as clearly as his own darkness.

So he stole her psych evaluations, and got disappointed when he read them. All pristine. Not in an obvious, “I’ll tell them what they need to ear” way. She admitted some problems, discomfort, insomnia, anxiety even. But she had a degree in psychology and criminology: she could’ve been faking it. He listened to the tapes: she sounded genuine. Articulate, but still confused by her feelings and reactions at times. Not the reactions of a control freak, just someone genuinely trying to understand herself, and better herself. He particularly disliked the way she was bouncing ideas off the shrink, as if he had been a wall to play against. No, actually, it’s the guy he hated. He either talked too much, or didn’t ask the right questions, the ones he would’ve asked her. And she seemed to like that bespectacled poster boy of blandness. He thought for a moment that they had fucked in his office, but after a really quick check, he found out the man was a closeted gay.

And so, an hour ago, he parked his car in front of her building, trying to calm down after Sloane’s phone call, a fire burning low inside him. He texted: “Are you at your place? Can be there in 10.” He knew she was in: shortly after his arrival, she got out on the balcony, sipping a drink, looking at the horizon, stretching her limbs, trying to unwind after a long day. The answer he got ignited something else in him. “Sure.” Not yes: sure. Sure, you can come over and fuck me. Sure, I’m waiting for you, CIA. Sure. He was panting, raging. He tried to steady his breathing, which took some time. He gripped the wheel tight, his knuckles turning white. Concentrating on the air filling his lungs, then escaping, slowly. Better. Blank face, blank mind, the August Walker way. Never give too much, to anyone. So tonight, he was going to take. And he made himself a promise.“If she has changed from that black t-shirt and sweatpants from earlier, I’ll take everything I want.” He too needed to unwind.

He got out of the car, slowly making his way to the 3rd floor apartment, still breathing in patterns, not to snap too quickly with the pretty doll upstairs. He knocked, looking at the floor. Seconds stretched, and she finally opened the door. She was barefoot, naked legs, dark red satin starting a few inches above her knees. A short kimono, belt knotted tightly around her waist, modestly covering her ample breasts. Sexy, not slutty. He felt his cock twitch. She still sported the same ponytail she had earlier, but she looked younger than at work. Probably the absence of the constantly furrowed brow, which was a common look in those offices, anywhere around the world.

Pushing past her, he entered without a hello. He heard her protest: “I did not invite you in!”, and made his way into the living room.

“I am not a vampire, I don’t need your invitation.” Thinking to himself “What you are wearing is one, anyway.” He heard the door close.

“Yeah, you give more of a werewolf vibe, actually…” His cock twitched again. He turned to face her, menacingly backing her against the wall. “Doll, you have NO IDEA”, he thought.

He towered over her, a nasty look on his face. He was so close she could probably feel the warmth of his chest, though they were not touching yet.

“Don’t you like a wild beast?” He breathed her scent deeply. “Damn, you smell nice, doll!”

“Do I look like a poodle lady?”, she jested.

And all hell broke lose inside of him: he slammed his body into hers, pinning her against the wall, making her gasp from the physical shock. He grabbed her wrist in his left hand, and opened the kimono with the right: she was wearing a dark red satin balconnet bra that barely covered her breasts. He grabbed her ass: a thong. All assorted to the robe. “Something for guests.”

She was pushing her hips towards him: he growled, less than an inch from her mouth now, but instead of kissing her like she wanted him to, he bit her throat and sucked viciously. She yelped : the thought that this man could hurt her, or break her in two with ease, crossed her mind, but she was still aroused. And she could feel that he was too. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. The thought of August Walker having a heart made her chuckle, and he growled some more as a response to her silent joke. She ran her free hand in his hair and, wanting to kiss him, she grabbed him to make him move towards her face. But he snatched her wrist, brought both her arms above her head and held them secure in his gigantic left paw, still nibbling on her throat. He unbuckled his pants with his right hand, undid the zipper, moving away from her just enough to look at her heaving chest, moving up and down rapidly with desire. Her nipples were peaking out of the satin, now, hard as rocks.

He brutally yanked her thong, and she felt the elastic band clap on her hip. She almost told him that those cost a lot of money, but decided it was wisest to just go with the flow, right now. She got distracted almost immediately anyway: he took his cock out and penetrated her without holding back. As she was dripping with anticipation (she had been since receiving the text, to be honest, running to the bedroom to change out of her comfortable sweats, into something more appropriate for a booty call), he slid his entire length inside her with ease, up to the hilt, and stayed still for a few seconds, looking hungrily at her round tits, biting his lips at the sight of her exposed nipples. He let go of her wrists, leaving them tingling with the sensation of blood circulating again in her veins, and pushed the satin robe off her shoulders and arms. She let it slide off her, feeling it brushing the back of her legs as it fell to the floor.

Suddenly, he pushed the vase and the decorative bowl that were placed on the sideboard next to them, sending them crashing down, and lifted her with his other arm to sit her on the wooden piece of furniture, still inside her. He then planted both his hands on the wall, on each side of her head, framing her, leaning in, his forehead touching hers, pushing her shoulders closer against the cold surface, and he started moving his hips, back and forth, between her thighs, wide open for him, increasing the speed every few thrusts. She moaned louder, and tried to grab his shirt to open it.

“Don’t.”

That one syllable made her blood freeze, and she took her hands off him, grabbing the edge of the sideboard outside of her legs instead. He was grunting like an animal, a huge bear completely enveloping her with his frame. She had always liked big guys, she liked feeling small in their arms and under them. She didn’t need a man to protect her; it was more about being shielded from the outside world for a moment, forgetting everything but the man fucking her senseless. And this large grizzly was very good at that, even if he was rough. She liked rough. She preferred a bit of pain than feel nothing at all.

But the bear man was inflicting more than a little pain, now. His eyes were still fixed on her breasts, dark with rage, his thrusts becoming violent. His lips occasionally sucked at her nipples, more often his teeth bit into them, but he was mostly looking at her breathing in and out, slightly smiling when she’d whimper in protest. And as she started to cry a bit louder, a visible grin was adorning his face.

He stopped pumping into her, grabbed her with one arm around her waist, carrying her next to the couch. There, he pulled her off his cock, savoring her gasp, and put her down. Her legs were slightly shaking, but she did not try to hold onto him for balance. She had understood that he was in a foul mood, and did not want to be touched. “Good girl.” But he was still raging, not feeling like calming down, and she would pay the price for it, even if she behaved. But he was sure that she could take it. If she had wanted him to stop, she would’ve fought back, and he’d be in a similar state as that “poor” Denizio guy.

So, instead of feeling sorry for her, he turned her around, bent her over, and parted her legs with his hands, guiding her ankles with a feet. He slapped her ass once, twice, three times. She let a scream escape only with the first blow. He pushed her forward, so that she ended up kneeling on the sofa. But instead of letting her upper chest rest on the back of it, he grabbed the base of her ponytail in his left fist, and yanked, silently ordering her to look at him. And as soon as her eyes met his, he slid his cock back into her, making her moan loudly. He saw fire behind her pupils: she was enjoying this. Thus, he fucked her, hard and fast, into oblivion. And her cries of rapture grew louder and more desperate. He let go of her hair, seizing her elbows instead, pulling her to him, allowing him to go even faster. She came, but it still wasn’t enough for him, so he let go of her arms, and shoved her face in the seat, pushing her back with both hands. She was screaming now, her petite body jerking with each thrust. He slapped her ass some more, leaving big red marks on her pale, soft flesh, and vigorously took hold of her waist, knowing perfectly well he’d leave bruises, feeling pride at the thought.

She felt him withdrawing, turning her around to face him. She was a rag doll in his hands, unable to think for herself. Not once had she fought him, asked him to stop. She thoroughly loved being used by him. He could take whatever he wanted, right now. And he did: he bottomed out into her, making her howl, a throaty wail after her prior screaming, and pinned her down with his hips. His right hand lifted her leg up, allowing him deeper access into her cunt, and his left hand caught her throat. The surprise of his touch made her climax, her whole body shaking, her eyes rolling in her head, her back arching, her walls clenching on him. Thereby, he huffed and puffed as his own orgasm built, and swore profusely as he pulled out of her to come all over her belly and her breasts.

Both out of breath, they looked at each other, panting, completely spent. She saw a light in his eyes, hoped he would just collapse on top of her, and finally kiss her, but in an instant, his expression changed. He got up, tucking himself back in his pants, rearranging his clothes, smoothing his messy hair. And without one last look at her, he got out, his words slapping her face.

“See you at work tomorrow, Franken.”

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The day had been long, just like the rest of the week. She still couldn’t sit down without wincing. She couldn’t sit down at all the first day. And she had to wear a fucking turtleneck to hide the bite marks and the hickeys he had adorned her neck with. Her whole body was covered in bruises, purple finger prints on her wrists and forearms, on her hips, on her ass. She was raging inside, and he was there, working like absolutely nothing happened.

He did not avoid her, they still exchanged about the investigation, they had prepared a necessary trip to London. But it felt different than the week before, the week after that first night. Before, she had noticed his gaze, a furtive smile; once, he even had asked her if she wanted tea. But now, he was distant. Or maybe she simply wanted him to be closer.

She was angry about all the marks left on her, and she definitely would’ve preferred to be able to sit normally, but it was the way he left that hurt the most, and how he acted now. She wasn’t a fuck toy to discard after use. She didn’t want a relationship, she just wanted him to acknowledge her existence in a decent way. Say hello, and kiss her before, during and after making her climax like she hadn’t in a long, long time. She could’ve been nice to him too, reciprocate. Because whatever August Walker tried to pretend he was, deep down, he was human too. Probably. Or maybe he was just a psycho.

She could see some signs: the manipulation, the violence. She wasn’t sure about the lack of remorse or guilt. She felt he was wearing a mask, not just covering up a mistake. Doing what was expected of a cold, calculated man. But she had seen glimpses of humanity in him. He had grabbed a fantasy book left by Simon on his desk, and had smiled as if remembering the first time he had read it. She heard him hum to a song played on the radio while on a stakeout, thinking she was asleep. Not a robot, just a character he was projecting, for protection most probably. She could relate: she had tried that, but could never maintain it for too long. She still joked, she still cared. And she needed to come out for air after keeping a serious face for too long. Just like she could not let him get away with using her like he had, not without saying something.

So tonight, after sending Simon and Niklaas home, she confronted him. He was finishing the cold pizza they had earlier, mumbling about anchovies.

“How did that broom get stuck so high up your arse?”, she asked, a fake incredulous look on her face. He almost chocked on a tiny hairy fish, and he fumed.

“I’d really love to ear that story. Please, tell me how!” She batted her eyelashes, simulating fascination.

“I’m not playing this game with you…” He dropped the slice back in its box.

“No, of course not. I can’t take control of the conversation, that would belittle you, wouldn’t it?”

He remained silent, stood up and walked towards the door. Before he got there, she aimed and fired: “You lost control the other night.”

He stopped in his tracks, turned around.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. I had zero control, I left it to you, but you lost it anyway. If you had not lost it, you would’ve pretended. You’re a great pretender, Walker, that’s part of your job. But instead, you acted like a little boy who can’t help breaking his toys.”

“There”, she thought. He twitched when she called him a boy, almost catching fire. And right after, a flash in his eyes. Regrets. Just a hint, before snapping back.

“You enjoyed it.”

“I do like it rough, yes. But I don’t like being treated like a cheap whore.” She got on her feet, moved slowly towards him, stopping just an inch from his tall frame. “I’m not cheap in any way.”

Looking down on her, August wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand in the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. Almost tenderly, if it wasn’t for the hardening cock in his pants, rubbing lightly against her belly. He breathed in slowly, before what must have felt to him like spilling his guts.

“Let me take you out while we’re in London. For dinner.”

She pushed away from him, moving towards the door.

“No.” She got out of the office. “See you at work tomorrow, Walker.”

[meshugana1]

Could you do a guy who's being a dick insults a woman in a massage parlour and ends up as a horny stereotypical asian hooker with DSLs

(I changed this one up just a super small, teensy-weensy, itty-bitty bit. Sorry if I ruined it.)

Darren sat in the chair of the parlor, his irritation growing with every passing second. He received his bonus pay after a long series of arguments with his boss and wanted to treat himself to a relaxing afternoon of pampering, if ladies could enjoy it why couldn’t he? However what he got was a test of patience at the crowded facility. Apparently three of the masseurs were out with a cold and everyone was being serviced by a single woman.

Darren didn’t much care about her plight though, he had a nasty habit of losing perspective when he got irritated and he was only getting more and more miffed. He stood as the thirtieth person in line and the woman was taking her sweet time. She at least gave the crowd something to look at when she did come out and grab the next person with her fat Jap ass and a skimpy uniform, the skirt of which was just tight enough to frame and compress her bottom into the perfect apple shape. Her tits weren’t missing a beat either and they jiggled and jumped with every step she took.

Some old fuck was up next and Darren just lost it. “Goddammit will you hurry up you fat ass Jap slut!” Darren said to the overworked masseuse. A look of restrained rage came over the woman but she looked over to him and it began to dissipate. “I’m sorry sir. Why don’t I jump you ahead of the line as an apology?” She said waving him forward. Darren was a little embarrassed by his outburst but happy that it produced results. He slowly walked forward past all the pissed of patrons. Both pissed off at Darren for his unjustified outburst and from how he was apparently being rewarded for it.

He arrived at the front and got a much better look at the young woman and truly found her to be beautiful for a Japanese chick. Her dark hair was in a respectable ponytail and her face was angelic with its soft asian features, her eyes colored hazel completing a picture of cuteness especially with the provocative uniform they wore here. It made the young girl look like a prostitute, it was akin to a sexy nurse costume but a beige color. It was very tight on the waist and lifted and separated her breasts creating a large valley of cleavage, it flared into a skirt that would’ve been obscene if she wasn’t also wearing a pencil skirt that hugged her ass and made her mince around so seductively. He hardly noticed as she lead him into the private area and closed the door.

It was as typical as any massage parlor but what made it stand out was the elaborate assemblage of oils he saw lining the entire wall. There must’ve been over 500 bottles of different lotions and oils and other such things. “Please sir, disrobe and lie face down in the chair.” She said, phrasing it more as an order than a polite direction. Darren complied not wanting to make himself seem like more of a jackass, removing his white shirt and jeans when he heard her say “Your underwear too, sir.”

Darren was reluctant but quickly wrapped a towel around himself and then dropping his pants, safely covered buy the towel as he prostrated himself on the table. He turned his head and saw the young woman pacing about the wall adorned with the lotions and oils, carefully considering her options. She finally settled on a cherry colored bottle of oil and walked over to the table. “As a warning sir people find this massage to a bit intense, so any strange feelings of discomfort are normal and will pass.” She said vigorously rubbing the oil into her hands.

Darren was a bit caught off guard by this comment but he had heard Japanese massages were pretty intense. He felt that discomfort instantly as she worked the oil into his shoulder blades, but like she said it quickly passed and he began to appreciate her soft hands working the flesh of his back. Everywhere the oil touched he felt the weird feeling, like his skin was being twisted and manipulated with every knead and push. If Darren had listened to his feelings he may have avoided his fate, but of course he didn’t. The masseuse was well learned in her craft and knew how to make the change as painless as possible, she should after three hundred years of practice.

She normally did her job honestly but when assholes like Darren came in it was a real treat. As she worked his torso it began to change, softening and compressing into a more petite shape. Her hands traveled to his butt next, Darren thought this was crossing some line but didn’t mind her soft hands. She manipulated the flesh of his ass and gave the young man a very plump and scrumptious looking rear. She moved down his thighs and his calfs all the way to his feet until he had wide, delectable hips and tiny adorable feet.

Having finished the lower half she commanded her victim to flip over. Darren felt like his hips were being pushed forward but thought that it was the weird feelings she mentioned. She then brought a hand towel from a cabinet and placed it over his eyes. “This is to help you relax” she said. He didn’t question it and just continued to breath and relax as she continued to mold the young man into something else. She tucked his tummy in completing the petite figure, then next came her favorite part. She kneaded and pulled at his pecks, working the flesh out and forming it into loverly teardrop shapes.

She left her hands on his new chest, admiring her work. She had given the dick a wonderful pair of double D’s, but on second thought he could use a little more. She pushed and pulled at his chest again and this time left him with an obscene pair of double H’s, that should do it she thought. Then she massaged his shoulders and throat, by her estimate he should have a teakettle voice. She gave his face a few touches, especially careful to give him a pair of fat lips which should come in handy later, and now he was almost as pretty as she was, but there was still one thing to take care of.

She squirted a little more of the special oil onto her hands and slipped her fingers under his towel. Darren jumped at this sudden contact, put off slightly by unfamiliar motion on his chest. But before he could say anything she put a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry, this is on the house for the long wait. Just sit and relax, and keep the towel over your eyes please.” She said. Darren was not one to turn down a free handjob so he complied. The weird feelings once again pervaded his dick but he could hardly concentrate as her skilled hands worked his cock better than he ever did. The woman molded his cock like clay and continued to distract him with pleasure. After a moment Darren no longer felt like she was stroking his pole, but like she was putting a finger inside him. He didn’t care as this felt better than anything he ever felt before, it built up more and more until he felt an explosion inside him and he heard a high pitched moan escape his lips.

He had no idea that his voice could go that high. “That was incredible” he said, hearing for the first time his new voice. He was confused and tried to grab his throat to help clear it but hit a new fleshy mass on his chest. He reached his other hand up and felt a twin orb, he shot up and the hand towel had flown off producing another scream as he saw his new body. He had tits! And they were massive! As big as the biggest strippers he’d ever seen. He hopped off the table, the towel around his waist falling off revealing the full extent of his new change.

The young masseuse looked over the frightened “man” and smiled. “The hair is a bit short, but you’ll grow it out in time. Ah, I do love my work. Don’t you?” She said.“What the hell did you do to me?” Darren said, fueled with rage.“Well I thought I fixed that attitude of your’s but it looks like I have more work to do.” She said, her smile turning into a sneer.“No please don’t! I’ll do anything just change me back!”“Sorry, I don’t know how to change you back. That’s the owners speciality, but I’m pretty sure she’ll agree with my decision. I might know a way you can curry her favor though but I’m sure you wouldn’t like it.”“Seriously! I will do anything!” Darren said on his knees.“Well all right.” She said. She moved over to a closet and pulled out an incredibly slutty looking outfit he’d ever seen. It looked more like a skimpy swimsuit, it was a single piece but divided in the middle and left exposed skin almost all the way down to his new snatch. Only his nipples would be covered by a two inch line of beige fabric that would pass over the shoulders and wedgie itself in between the wearers ass cheeks.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” Darren said.“Wear it of course. All the other ladies are out sick so you’ll be filling in.” She said smiling at the unintended joke.“But I don’t know how.”“Its easy and besides, with that body the massage won’t be lasting too long anyway.”“Wait, are you suggesting that I…”“No, I’m telling you that you will give everyone you service a very happy ending. However they want. It’ll be fifty dollars on top of the standard fee. And start speaking in engrish, you stupid americans really seem to get off on that shit.”“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Darren said.“You can call me Kijo, Ms. in front of the customers. Now get YOUR fat ass out there or the Madam will keep you like that for a good long time.” Kijo said walking back out to the front.

Darren was overwhelmed, she was going to make him some cheap slut in a massage parlor. He looked himself over in the mirror and couldn’t help getting aroused by his own image. His fat lips looked sculpted to take dick and his body looked like a trap for men, which he supposed was the whole point. He resigned himself to defeat, hoping that this mysterious Madam would go easy on him. The outfit was uncomfortable and really dug into his slit and gave him a serious case of camel toe. His ass fared no better and wedgied the outfit firmly between his cheeks. He nervously tiptoed out onto the floor in the heels he was given. He eyed the crowd, only now noticing it was filled with men. Kijo gave him the evil eye as she passed him with a customer in hand. He did his best to smile and turned to the next in line, a middle aged man with a strong jaw and salt-and pepper hair. “Herro! I make you feer good now?” He said, inwardly screaming.

The end. Hope y’all like it!