#snuck in a daddy kink don’t hate me

[kazzattack]

↳ 18+ content, light dom/sub dynamic & daddy kink ༉‧₊˚✧

“shhh, baby. been so good for me- fuck,” jason todd groans from beneath you, effortlessly fucking you onto his cock with a firm grip on your hips. “jus’ keep taking’ it, pretty.”

so, you do. not like you have much of a choice anyway. he’d finally fit all the way inside, watching as your pussy swallows his length before he damn near pulls you off of him, letting your fluids leak around the tip and then pounding you back down with an almost needy moan deep from his throat. he’d started slow, like he promised; letting you go at your own pace and gently pinching the fat of your hips while he rocks you back and forth. after you clench around his cock, though, moaning blissfully into his ear and leaving a sticky mess along his pelvis? jason needed more, needed you practically choking his dick and whimpering against his skin while he pounds into you from the mattress.

you whine as you buckle into the crook of his neck, letting him control your hips and thrust up into you. one hand curls into his hair and the other tightens around a pillow, trying to ground yourself as best as you can. you’d thought you could take it, confidently fought for your case. like the gentleman he was, he took his time, spent what felt like a lifetime holding you on his thigh. thick fingers curled knuckles deep in your cunt, moving your hips in tandem with his fingers. you thought he hit that spot before, but right now he’s hitting spots you weren’t even aware of.

jason todd so easily puts you on cloud nine, so easily fucks your brains out that half the time you barely even know what he’s saying. hell, he’s put you out of commission for the next day or so and he hasn’t even came yet. later than you should have you realize he could do this for hours, and he will.

“you hear me, doll?”

nope.

“mhm, mhm- oh fuck, jay…”

if you weren’t lying, or getting fucked into next week, you’d defend yourself. as of right now, you don’t even bother trying to keep up your lie. how could you get caught up in something so trivial when the love of your life is balls deep, rearranging your insides and marking you up like the prized possession you are?

“don’t lie to me, sweet girl,” he warns, “tell me what you’re thinkin’ about.” lord, he’s seemingly tasked you with the impossible. he tries to help out a little, and a large hand wraps around your throat and guides your head in front of his face. he’s giving you a look, like he wants you to talk, tell him how you’re feeling, how good he’s fucking you. you want to, really, but it’s too much right now.

my poor girl, he coos, you can do it, c’mon. tell daddy how good this dick feels. he sees your eyes return to their hazy state and your half-assed attempt to answer him has clearly been forgotten. you’re whimpering and crying into his ear and he picks up the pace out of pure instinct. he’s close, so fucking close, so he holds your hips and stops. he fucking stops.

“…jay,” you mutter with an almost timid tone, like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat, surely loud enough for people to hear you from blocks away. almost makes him wanna say don’t piss me off. he’s nice to his girl, though. he gets it. “jason- don’t make me, please?” he thinks it’s so cute, how you think you can talk him into blowing his load. especially because it almost works.

“‘m not gonna make you,” jason groans, “you’re a good girl, right? my good girl. so i’m not gonna make you do shit.” he leaves it at that and you know what he wants, weakly grinding your hips onto his dick at a much slower pace than before. oh, he’s getting all your words now. your little pouts about how it’s not enough and the debauched moan that slips out when he bucks his hips. he’s in heaven right now because he gets all of it.

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Scrimmage

Summary: Negan coaches college ball for a small community college. One of his players however keeps up a little game that he is tired of playing

Warnings: swearing, age gap (early 20s reader, Negan is mid 40s), smut, p in v sex, daddy kink

Negans POV

There she goes again, purposely wearing those fucking short shorts. They hugged those thighs tights and made her ass pop. Fuck, what I’d do to her if she was mine for one night. But I can’t risk my fucking job over pussy. I try to ignore the way she sways her hips when walking past me and how she’s able to be a star during practice. There is no denying that most of these girls are crushing on me but Y/N just has to make her desires known in a more outlandish way. She was by no means shy about the attraction, sometimes I would slip up a flirty comment to amuse her game. But never actually go to touch her or anything stepping over that boundary.

Tonight was a scrimmage game to see how well we are prepared for the season. Along with to see what we need to practice on. As the game went on, a few students watched in the gym and I focus on different plays.

“C’mon girls! Defense, defense!” I call out and blow the whistle for a quick time out. They came over to the side line and gather in a circle.

“We’re doing great so far, but defense needs work. It doesn’t really work out well if we can’t keep the opposing team off our dick, right?” They laugh at my joke and nodded in agreement. I blew my whistle once more to set off the game again. Much improvement in our team and I shout out my criticism and let them finish out the last quarter as champs. We had a little get together after they showered up in the cafeteria. Apparently, there was a little froyo social, bullshit that college campus’s do. I snuck away as the girls started talking whatever girl language they do. Hopefully, they have fun tonight. I sigh and walk back to the gym to gather my stuff to go home. As I unlocked the gym door, I go to my office and flip the light switch.

“What are you doing here?” I sigh looking at Y/N on my desk, her legs are crossed. “Not much. Just waiting for you…Daddy.” I hissed as I heard that nickname and shook it off. I move pass her and grab my duffle bag.

“Get out of here and go to that gay froyo social.” I say making sure all my things are in my bag. I then heard movement around and hoping she left. But instead heard the locking of the door.

“Y/N. I’m telling you one more time, leave.” I say in a stern tone and remove my hat. I run my fingers through my hair as I turn off my computer.

“Am I not attractive?” The question made me turn my head towards her. “You are very attractive, Y/N.” I say throwing my bag on my shoulder.

“Am I not your type?” She keeps on asking and trying to trap me. “I don’t have a type.” I say trying to dismiss her. “Then what is it? I’m twenty one, so it’s legal and I’ve caught you staring at me numerous times…” She says reaching to touch me but I dodge the advance.

“This is inappropriate and you know it.” I say going to unlock the door and then heard her let out a dramatic sigh. “I see how it is. Coach Smith is just too scared.” I gripped the door handle tight, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. I just shook my head and unlocked the door to make my leave. “Fine. Run away like a coward.” I heard her say in a disappointed tone.

-

Another week passed and I was grading the last few exams. I hated graded these papers especially since I’m supposed to be hands on. But can’t be so lucky as the curriculum calls for state testing and at least a few tests to exercise their brains. I sigh feeling bored already and sip the coffee from my thermos. It was late evening as I got stuck here. I did however procrastinate my duties, I had a couple dates with a few faculty members. Unfortunately, they were boring and even worse no pussy either. I growl under my breath and felt it was too long since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman. Two long months and not getting my dick wet. I lean back in my office chair and ran a hand over my chin. As I took a break, I heard some noise outside of my office. It sounded like some stupid kids finding the empty gym to fuck. I would leave it alone but hearing some guy get lucky instead of me, just pisses me off. I go to stand up and open my door to see some frat boy with Y/N.

“Shit! You fucking lied to me!”

“Hey! I didn’t know he was still here.” She retaliated and I was fucking furious. For one, she was here with this idiot and the other thing was that she intended to let another person have her.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady. Now, I’ll give you two options. One, you can leave and I won’t do a fucking thing. Two, I’ll suspend you and fail your sorry ass.” I say looking at them both. I scowl at Y/N to make her feel how angry I was.

“Fine. I’m out of here.” He walked away quickly and Y/N was shooting daggers at me. “Thanks a lot! I was trying to have fun but I can’t get that when you’re around.” I shook my head and grabbed her wrist. “I’m so sick and tired of your ass. You need someone to fuck you? Fine, I’ll change your fucking life.”

She didn’t put up any physical protest or verbal as I lead us to my office. I could practically feel her excitement as I push further inside and lock the door.

“Get your ass on the desk.” I say removing my cap and see her immediately jump to my orders. I smile to myself seeing how happy she was, I was too. Finally get to feel that tight cunt on me along with her ass. I bit my lip and approach the desk. Her thighs opened for my body to fit and instantly my lips were on hers. I held her by the waist as I leaned down to deepen our kiss. Fuck, they were so soft and tasted like honey. I groan into her mouth and felt her hips buck. I grin against her lips as I felt her thighs going around my waist.

“Eager?” I teased her and grind against her, she let out a cute whimper to feel my semi erect cock. I bit my lip and moved to bite her neck. Her skin tasted just as good as I sucked a dark hickey on her bare neck. Want everyone to see that she’s owned by me. And me alone. I growl as I move lower and felt her body through the thin shirt.

“Fuck. Coach.”

“Not coach. Negan or Daddy, either one is fine as long as you scream it.” I heard her breath get heavy at the statement and took the opportunity to kneel down. Y/N looked down at me, all that cockiness she had was out the window. It turned me on even more, seeing her slick mouth shut and her actions were all shy. All because I have her trapped under my grasp. Her limbs were trembling as I had my head between her thighs. I bit my lip looking at her turn red.

“Someone getting cold feet?” I teased as I reach to tug away her shorts. She tensed instantly and almost pushed me away. I look up at her and stopped my hands from going further. I can read how nervous she was to do this and pecked my lips on her knee.

“It’s okay. Just relax baby, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I coo as I gently massage her calf. I move to stand up and moved my hand up from her leg toward her chin. I held her cheek gently in my hand as my thumb swept along her skin. She was still flushed and I saw how she wanted to hide from my gaze.

“And I thought you’d be more fiesty. Guess that was all bullshit, but don’t worry. I know how to treat a fine piece of ass.” I kiss her again but this time, softer and more attentive. She moaned against me and I reached my hand lower to touch the front of her shorts. Her thighs daring to close but I stop the resistance. “Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy.” I purred and her muscles slowly untensed. I caressed her through her shorts and felt her hips buck.

“Mm baby. You like that?” I say pressing harder and kissing the mark I left. She only nodded and I bit down on that spot, making her let out a wince.

“Use your fucking words.” I warned. “Yes, I like it.” She whined feeling my hand go beneath the fabric. I felt the little damp spot on her panties making me growl. Fuck, I barely even touched her. I could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. I go by her ear and nibbled her earlobe as I growl again. She let out a moan this time as my finger teased her clit.

“Negan, it feels-“

“Oh yeah. Tell me baby, tell me how I feel.” Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in my chest. Her hands reached to grip onto my sweatshirt. I laughed lightly and shoved her panties away. I moaned at the warmth of her nectar hit my skin. I felt her erect clit practically twitch against my touch. Her body clings to me as I finger her dripping cunt. Her noises were muffled into the fabric of my sweatshirt and I kissed the top of her head. Her thighs dared to shut. Damn, she must be close.

“Don’t do that. Be a good girl and let me make you come.” I say against her ear and felt her pussy clenching on my fingers. “Daddy!” She squealed into my chest as I felt her come. I groan feeling her sweet juices coat my hand and brought her into another kiss. I groan and pulled away to take off my shirt. I heard Y/N catching her breath and guided her hand on the buldge of my sweatpants.

“It’s big…” She said in a shaky tone but I reassured her motions and pulled down the waistband. My cock sprung out almost hitting poor Y/N in the face. She visibly shook at the sight of me.

“Don’t worry about putting it in your mouth. We’ll do that another time, for now…” I take her hand and had her touch my shaft. Fuck, her skin was soft and warm. “Just play with it. Get a good feel for me, sweetheart.” Her palm gently went down my cock and back up. She was still shaking but it only made me twitch in her hand.

“Don’t be scared to get a little rough. Go on and give a firm squeeze.” I instructed and she obeyed immediately. I bit my lip feeling her slowly jerk me off. “Oh shit. That’s a good girl.” I praised and see her body language change, she must like that. I smirk to myself and go to stroke her hair. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” I asked and gently massaged her scalp. Y/N let out a light sigh at my attention and it encouraged her to go faster. I moan and starting to buck my hips against her. Her grip grew tighter as I felt her.

“Shit. This is making Daddy feel so fucking good.” I smile and brought my hand to lift up her chin up at me. Her eyes were full of desire and I wanted to fill that need. Along with her pussy.

“Behind? Or do you want to face me?”

“What?” She asked and I laughed lightly at her question and squeezed her chin. “How should I fuck you? Behind or do you want look at me?”

“Can I look at you?” She says in a hesitant tone and I gently push away her hand off my cock. I lean over her and kissed her lips as tugged for her shorts to come off. Her hips lifted up and I quickly toss them onto the floor. She shivered feeling the cool touch of my wooden desk as my hands brought her legs to my waist.

“Like this?” I ask knowing fully well how embarrassed she was having me doing this to her. Her cheeks were flushed and her thighs tensed. “Hold on to me, I want to feel you scratch my body as I make you all fucking mine.”

“Yes Daddy.” She whispered and I felt my cock turning to steel. Y/N’s arms go around my shoulders and I lean lower to guide my body to tease her wet slit. I groan at the feeling and heard her let out a moan. I bit my lip and eased the tip inside. She was already squeezing me and I go deeper watching her expression closely.

“Relax for me.” I whispered and stopped my movements feeling her clenching harder. Her nails scratched my shoulder and eventually her velvet walls relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt someone this big.” She winced gently moving her hips up making me moan. I took the opportunity to go all the way inside and moaned at how good she felt.

“Fuck. Tight little pussy on you, feels so fucking good on me.” I moan slowly moving my hips as she whimpered to feel me stretching her cunt. I reached my hand to hold her hip as I kept my thrusts slow to make sure she was adjusting to my size. I was really giving her the special treatment, might as well savor this. I lean closer to her face and kissed her softly. She moaned on my lips and I moved up for her legs to go onto my shoulders. She let out a surprised noise as her back landed onto the papers on the desk. I could careless about that shit right now.

“Oh Y/N.” I groan as I move inside of her as her cunt started overflowing with her sweet juices. Her hold grew tight on me as I started to pound her into the desk. I couldn’t hold myself back, it felt too fucking good.

“Fuck! Daddy!” She whined as my hips seem to have control over me. Well fuck, I think I might be in love with her cunt. “Good girl, letting me have you like this.” I groaned feeling her clench down on my cock.

I growled as those perfect manicured nails dug into my skin and I pumped my cum deep inside this perfect pussy. I moan and dug deep to hit that special spot and watched her mouth hung open. Her eyes shut and tears roll down her cheeks. Fucking fuck fuck fuck! This might’ve been a mistake….

[barbedbetty]

One More Time

Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soldier Boy sneaks out of the Legends house to see an old friend.

Characters: Soldier Boy, the Legend (mentioned), Reader

Warnings: SMUT, wrap it up people, dirty talk, Soldier Boy being a dominant, Daddy kink, DDlg, orgasm denial, if you're under 18 don't interact

I sighed as I closed my front door and leaned against it. I kicked off my heels and groaned at the relief my feet felt immediately.

Most Supes wore capes and suits and barely did any real work. There are a few Supes like me, who didn’t get a great power, I simply heal and don’t age. A few scientists at Vought compared me to a jellyfish, won’t die unless I choose to because there is nothing on earth that can kill me. I don’t have incredible strength or laser eyes, but I went to school and as a scientist I’ve been using my own DNA to help cure genetic diseases.

I took my coat and hung it up.

“I know your power doesn’t let you age,” a deep voice said from a dark corner of the living room. “You’re still as beautiful as the day I met you.”

I turned around and flipped on a light.

I froze.

Soldier Boy was sitting in a chair at my dining table in his green suit, looking a little worse for wear but overall still a handsome man.

“Starlight was right then.” I stepped toward him. “You have been resurrected.”

“Mmm released, doll. I’m not a fucking zombie.” He stood up and walked toward me.

“Still hate zombie movies?” I smirked.

“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times.” He stood two feet in front of me and smiled. “Zombies are the easiest thing to kill, they shouldn’t be a threat.”

“So, you came to my house to continue an argument we had 40 years ago?” I stepped around him to my drink cart. I poured two fingers of whiskey and took a sip while I faced him again.

“No, I just…” he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to see you again.”

“Why?” He stared at me and locked his lips.

“I’ve been staying with the Legend.” He started and reached around me for a bottle of scotch and took a pull from it. “He hasn’t redecorated since 1973 and being neck deep in all those memories. I realized how many bad memories I have of so many people. Except you.”

He took another pull from the bottle and set it on the cart again but this time his hand caressed my waist and he pulled me toward him.

He took my glass away and put it down.

“I’ve missed you.” He said quietly and put his forehead against mine.

“Ben.” I whispered and wrapped my arms around his neck. He squeezed me tight against him.

He tilted his head to the right and gently pressed his lips against mine. It was so soft at first, just his lips against mine. It was comforting and kind of romantic, I smiled against his lips and I felt him chuckle.

“Something funny?” I whispered looking up at him. He grinned down at me and lifted one hand and stroked my cheek.

“I was thinking of that night after Kennedys’ inauguration when we snuck into the Oval Office.” He chuckled and I blushed putting my head on his shoulder.

“Oh god.” I giggled.

“Hey, you said if I could get in there, I could get in here.” He spanked my ass and I yelped jerking my head up.

“Paying off the Secret Service was not fair.” I said through a smile.

“That was fun though.” He said cocking his head to the side.

“It was.” I smiled and weaved my fingers through his hair.

He moaned softly and his eyes fluttered shut as I gently pulled at his hair. I leaned up and kissed his neck, his grip tightened around me waist and I gasped.

“I need you.” He said in a low growl, his eyes darkening.

“Consider my bedroom the Oval Office.” I whispered.

Before I knew what was happening, Ben had leaned down and pushed his shoulder into my stomach and lifted me up and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I was giggling the whole way up.

He kicked the door to my bedroom so hard it broke in half, he stepped over the splintered wood and tossed me onto the bed.

“Strip.” He growled as he started yanking off parts of his suit.

I froze, mesmerized by his rough hands practically ripping his suit apart to get it off as quickly as possible. He stopped at his pants and leaned forward and gripped my chin.

“I said, strip.” He said in a low voice.

I smiled and laid back out of his grasp and winked up at him.

“Maybe you should work for your prize.”

He growled and crawled on top of me and ripped my shirt off, sending buttons flying across the room. He tore my bra in half then started ripping my skirt up from a slit above my knee. He had me naked in under a minute and stared at me for a moment.

“Fuck.” He whispered and his hands gently traced invisibles designs on my body. “I’ve missed you, sugar.”

He leaned down and kissed me, deeply, I moaned as his tongue lined my bottom lip. His hands never stopped moving on my body, the way his hands pinched my nipples made me shiver and made me pull my lips away to gasp in pleasure.

He chuckled and started kissing down my neck. One of his hands stroked down and started teasing my folds.

“Ben.” I moaned and leaned my head back.

“Doll, you know what I wanna hear.” He groaned as he bit my shoulder and my back arched a little, angling my hips and he shifted his hands to tease his fingertip around my opening, spreading slick through my folds.

“Daddy!” I cried out as he pushed two fingers inside me. I started moving my hips with his hand and moaned louder as he stroked a spot deep inside me.

“That’s it baby girl.” He growled as he pulled back to watch my face as he fucked me with his fingers. “Come on my fingers and I’ll give you a treat.”

I cried out as he added a third finger.

“God you’re so tight.” He whispered. “Can barely pull my fingers out of your pussy, baby.”

I whimpered and gripped his shoulders so tight I would’ve broken skin had he been human. He started grinding his palm against my clit and I felt an orgasm start creeping up my spine.

“Fuck!” I cried out and arched my back. “Ima come!” I gasped and panted as his fingers pushed harder and faster inside me.

“Come for Daddy, baby.” He groaned and leaned down to kiss me, I bit his lip as I came. I pulled away and cried out still moving my hips against his hand.

“That’s a good girl.” He smiled at me and moved his fingers slowly inside me. “Your still so pretty when you come.”

I moaned and leaned my head back closing my eyes and panting hard.

“Now, comes your treat.” I hummed and gasped as he pulled his fingers away.

He pushed me on my stomach and grabbed my hips pulling them up.

“Fuck, look at you.” He groaned as his hands caressed my ass. He spanked me twice making me cry out.

“Get ready, sugar.” He said lowly as he pushed his wet fingers into my ass, I gasped and whimpered.

“You’re okay doll.” He said quietly.

I nodded and pushed my face into a pillow.

Suddenly, his cock pushed inside my pussy and I screamed.

“Gotta get my cock ready for you, baby.” He said and I could hear him smile. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He pounded me hard and fast, making me so wet. Finally feeling him again, having him dominate my body again, it was heaven. I gripped the sheets and moaned like a porn star.

Too soon, he pulled out and I whimpered trying to push my hips back against him. He slapped my ass hard twice.

“Stay still.” He growled. “You’ll take what Daddy gives you and you’ll thank me.”

He gripped my hip with one hand and started rubbing the tip of his thick shaft against my ass. I moaned and whimpered as he started pushing inside.

“Shhh.” He said. “Get ready to say thank you.”

The tip popped inside me and I cried out and arched my back.

“Tell me thank you.” He growled as his grip tightened, he kept pushing inside and I couldn’t do anything but moan.

“Say it!” He yelled and slapped my ass, making me cry out and tighten my muscles making him groan.

He pushed a few more inches inside and paused for a moment. I heard him panting and his hands lifted to take hold of my waist, his rough fingers spread across my skin and took a tight hold of me.

“Baby, I’m not gonna finish till I hear you say ‘thank you’.” I gasped and tried to catch my breath enough to form words.

“Th-th-tha-“ I stuttered than got cut off as he thrust the rest of his cock inside me, making me scream and throw my head back.

“What was that?” He asked, he laughed and ground his hips against my ass making me feel every vein and inch of him. “Couldn’t hear you.”

“Th-ah!” I cried out again as he suddenly pulled back and then thrust back inside.

He laughed and moaned as he continued his rough pace of thrusting. Every time he asked me to talk, he would plunge his cock to take my breath away.

After awhile, he threaded his fingers through my hair and yanked me backwards. He hooked his arms around my torso and stayed deep inside me, grinding his hips and growling in my ear. I could feel his sweaty chest against my back and I moaned as he ground deeper inside me.

“You know I can go on for awhile, baby girl.” He said in a deep voice in my ear. I shivered hearing him pant against my shoulder. “Say ‘thank you’ and we can do something else you like.” He pulled my face towards him and kissed me like his life depended on it.

He pulled his hips away and I gripped his arms and slammed myself back on his dick. He pulled away and cried out and bit my shoulder.

“Fuck!” He said when he stopped shuddering, I kept slamming my hips down and he dug his fingers into my skin. “You wanna play like that? I can do that.”

He pushed me down and my face into the bed. He started pounding into me like a jackhammer.

“We both know this isn’t a punishment for you.” He said as he snapped his hips hard enough to make me scream. “So you can stay down there and take what I give you but if you come, I’m gonna stop.”

He sped up and my eyes watered as I did my best to not come. I cried out and beat my fist against the bed, my whole body shaking trying to stave off a powerful orgasm.

He pinned me down between my shoulders and started moaning, I felt him shiver, it was his sign he was about to finish.

“I’m gonna come deep in that ass, and then I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, baby.” He groaned as he pounded me harder, his rhythm faltering.

“Thank you!” I mumbled into the bed. He slowed down and yanked my hair lifting my head up.

“Say it again.” He moaned as he pumped my body

“Thank you Daddy!” I yelped out in a quick breath and then moaned feeling him deep inside me.

He laughed and grabbed my waist and started fucking me hard again.

“Come baby, come for daddy.” He reached down with one hand and started rubbing my clit in tight circles.

That sent me over the edge, I screamed and my body started shivering and shaking as I came so hard I saw stars. Ben gasped and I felt him come deep inside me, still pumping his cock slowly inside me, making my body milk him for all he had.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He groaned as he pulled out and I whispered in discomfort.

He collapsed in bed next to me and I looked at him. His hair disheveled, his upper body flushed, sweat littering his chest and hairline.

He turned and looked at me, smiling softly. He winced as he reached out and pulled me towards him, leaning my head against his chest.

“Fuck.” He breathed out as he caught his breath. “I almost forgot what it was like.”

“Sex?” I asked and peeked up at him.

“No.” He looked down at me and tucked a thin lock of my hair to the side of my face. “Laying with you.”

I kissed his chest a couple of times and pressed my ear against his skin, hearing his heart pound in his chest. A sound I missed.

“Ben.” I said quietly, gently tracing a design across his chest. “What are you doing out there? In the world?”

When he didn’t answer, I slowly turned my head and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with a secret, but he was also angry and lost.

“I can’t tell you.” He whispered and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. “I want to, but what I’m doing, it’s ugly and I learned something today that is making me question what to do next.”

I sat up and pulled my bedsheet around my body.

“Look.” I said softly, I reached out and held his face in my hands, his gripped one of my hands in his and he suddenly looked pained and on the verge of tears. “I’ve always been the one here for you. You’ve never told me the whole truth of what you were doing or who you were seeing. I didn’t say anything when you’d come to me after going to some movie premiere with Countess.”

He sat up and leaned closer to me, I leaned in and kissed him softly.

“Whatever you’re going through, I know that kid from Philly that saved me from getting hit by a bus is in here.” I put my hand against his chest. “When Vought took us and turned us into Supes, I knew you’d be their golden boy and I’d be a lab rat. I knew that we’d be separated. But every time you came to me, I saw the man that you could’ve been, a good man.”

He put his forehead against mine again and sighed.

“Whatever you need. I’m here. I’m always here.” I ran my hand through his sweaty hair.

“I have to go back.” He whispered. “If I stay here, I’ll never leave.”

“I know.” I said. “Please, remember to be that kid sometimes.”

He grabbed my face gently and pulled me to him and kissed me. He was panting through his nose and holding me as close as possible. He pulled me onto his lap and held me as he kept kissing me, I was starting to get lightheaded but I couldn’t stop.

He pulled back and panted looking up at me.

I stared back into his eyes, he had a million things that he wanted to say but I knew he couldn’t tell me yet. I got up and went to the bathroom.

I turned the water on and once I got under the heavy stream of water, I started crying. I slowly cleaned myself and dressed and by the time I opened my door, he was gone.

I looked out the window and I saw his back as he walked down the road.

I crawled into bed and held the pillow he was laying against me and breathed it in, hoping that he would be okay and thankful that I could see him again.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Only You

Pairings: Din Djarin x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, breeding kink, oral (female receiving), daddy kink, slightly rough Din, cursing.

Summary: second req from my dear @scorpio-marionette, “trust me, you don’t want to know what I’ve been thinking.” For our boy Din.

A/N: I’m gonna be slow to post, after 2.5 years covid has finally got me and I’m not well so I will post when I can but I’m not putting pressure on myself. I’ll try my best because I know I have a lot of requests to get through (from like Xmas 🙊) and my Javi series needs an update but we will see. 🥰🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Din was on another planet seeking alliance - one of the many he had been on previously as a bounty Hunter. Now, he was accompanied by members of the Mandalorian council. He hated this. All the formalities of being Mand’alor. The constant negotiations and protocols, it was just too much. All he wanted was to get into the crest and get back to how it used to be. Just him, Grogu and you.

Din had zoned out of the conversation - they were all the same at this point - his mind drifting to you again. His lips curved slightly as he thought of your beautiful smile, and how it always made your eyes sparkle. He’d left you in Mandalore - not that he had much choice - and you ruled in his place while he was away. Something that required a lot of begging on his part.

He loved you and wanted to make you his wife, his queen. He succeeded with the first but you still refused to be called a queen. I don’t like titles Din, they make people think they're above everyone else when they're not. He had argued that you would make a great queen, a compassionate one but it did not deter you from your choice.

While Din was lost in his thoughts of you, Grogu had snuck away and when he realised his son was no longer with him, he panicked. Standing abruptly, he leaves the meeting to his adviser and searches for his son. He finds him in the local market, face glued to a tank of frogs and he can’t help but chuckle. He uses the force to lift one out and towards his mouth when a man shouts, startling him. “Hey, get away from them you little Hutt spawn.”

Din could feel his blood boil, his fists clenching at his side as he stormed over towards his son. Picking him up he grabbed a blade from his hip and brought it to the man’s throat. “Say that again.” The man quivered in fear and began apologising, handing a frog to Grogu. “I didn’t mean it, no harm done.” Placing the blade back in its place, Din turned to leave when a woman appeared out of nowhere.

Her hands caressed Grogu’s ears as her gaze landed on the visor of Din’s helmet. “He is just adorable, is he yours?” Din nodded, unable to speak. Her hands began to roam and landed on his arms as she squeezed his muscles. “You are such a good dad, if you want to have another - I’m happy to help.” Was she flirting with him?

Din swallowed thickly before he came to his senses and pushed her away gently. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Walking away he was stopped again by another woman. What in the maker? “That was amazing, what you did back there, protecting your son. Interested in having more?” Din didn’t stop this time as he barrelled back to the ship.

Boarding the crest he removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair - Grogu cooing happily as he sat watching his father. This had been happening a lot lately, women throwing themselves at him, wanting to mother his children. It’s not something he ever thought about. Sure he had Grogu but having children of his own - wasn’t something he ever thought he’d have. Now, it’s all he can think about.

He thinks about it every day and at night when he sleeps and now all he wants to do is get home and breed you. You are the only one he wants to be the mother of his children. He just hopes you want that too. Hitting on his com-link he summons his council back to the ship, sitting in the pilot chair and setting the coordinates for Mandalore. His body hummed with desire and his cock ached.

He needed to get home, now.

***

As soon as Din landed he went in search of you, ignoring the pleas of his council to discuss urgent matters. He didn’t care. This was far more urgent.

He knew where you’d be and when he stood outside the door to the library, he could hear you humming inside. A smile spreads over his face and he opens the doors startling you. “Dank farrik, Din you scared me.” The book falls from your hands as he grabs you around the waist tight, pulling you close. “What’s gotten into you? Did the negotiations not go well?”

He loves how you are always concerned about these things but right now his mind is on other things. He growls and you shriek a little as your hands rest on his chest plates. The beskar cooling your flushed skin. “Need you now, mesh’la.” He pushes his hips against yours and you can feel his desire for you, hard and throbbing against his cargo pants.

What’s got him so riled up? “What’s going on in that head of yours?” His grip tightens and he closes his eyes, “trust me, you don’t want to know what I’ve been thinking.”

“I do, so tell me.” He releases a deep breath and his eyes find yours. “Want to…want to breed you… wanna see you round with my baby.” You freeze, eyes focused on his visor. “What?!” He grabs your hands and places them on either side of his helmet, before helping you lift it off him. It falls to the floor with a loud clunk and his brown eyes stare at your beautiful face, a mixture of love and lust swirling behind them.

“I want to…I….” He becomes nervous suddenly and you place your hand along his cheek. “It’s ok, tell me.” His eyes fall to your lips quickly before meeting your gaze again. “I’ve been thinking…what if we had a baby…a brother or sister for Grogu?” His grip on your waist tightens a little and your lips curve into a smile. “You want us to have a baby?” He nodded, his eyes full of hope.

“Ok!” He smiles brightly before his lips crash onto yours. “You're sure?” You nod before pulling him into you again. “But you’ll have to work for it,” you whisper into his ear. “What?” Pulling away you create a little distance. “I want you to chase me, hunt me, and if you catch me - then you can breed me.”

His eyebrows quirk as an amused smile spreads across his face. “What if I lose?” You move back towards the door, “you won’t.” With that, you ran. He removed his gloves and flexed his fingers. This was going to be fun.

***

You moved as fast as your legs could carry you as you run through the palace, knowing full well he would catch you. He always did. You thought about hiding but then you entered the throne room. An idea is formed and you rid yourself of your clothes before ascending the throne and taking a seat.

The beskar was cold against your skin and a shiver ran through you. Your exposed breasts are pushed forward as you sit straighter, waiting for your king. The doors are pushed open and Din stalks towards you, faltering in his step when he sees you upon his throne. His eyes seem to darken and his lips curve into a seductive smile. Din was ravenous, and his desire permeated the air. He stands before you, “My Queen.”

“Kneel.” You command and he quirks his eyebrow at you, the hint of a smile on his face. You know he doesn’t want to play these games but he will if he wants you. “For someone who doesn’t like titles, you sure are bossy.” He drops to his knees and looks up at you with a tsunami of emotions behind his eyes. Sitting forward slightly you beckon him towards you with your finger. He crawls towards you slowly and your heart swells, knowing you are the only one he’d do that for.

His soft plush lips kiss your bare feet as his hand wraps around your leg. “What does my Queen desire?”

“You want to breed me?” Din nods his head as he inches closer to you. “Then strip and fuck me here, on your throne.” A growl emanates from his chest and he sheds his armour and clothes quickly, standing bare before you - chest heaving. He drops to his knees again, his hands tracing up your legs as his lips skim the inside of your thighs before his mouth finds your core.

Your back arched off the throne and your breath hitched as he worked his tongue into you. His stubble and moustache created delicious friction. “Oh fuck…Din..” He adds two fingers and you mewl below him as you come hard, cunt fluttering around his thick fingers. He pulls away and stands, grabbing his cock as he pumps himself. “Up!” He commands and you stand on shaky legs.

“Want you to ride me on my throne. Use me, my Queen.” You straddle his waist and his big hands grip your hips tight as you slowly sink down on him. A groan escapes his lips as he fills you. “So kriffing tight…gonna fill you up mesh’la…watch it take root and…oh fuck…” His head falls back as pleasure courses through him, your hips moving above him. His hand moves towards your breast grabbing it and squeezing tight before he captures your nipple with his mouth.

“Din..oh maker…I’m gonna come…” He helps you move above him, his eyes focused on where you are both joined, watching his cock move in and out of you. “Come mesh’la, come for your king.” You clench around him as you cry out in ecstasy, “oh fuck…yes daddy…”

Din is still below you and his nostrils flare as he asks you what you said. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, “daddy.” He stands, his grip on you tight as he flips you onto your back. You're bent a little and the position is a little awkward but you don’t care. He pounds into you grunting loudly in your ear. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, daddy.” Oh, fuck you were doing this again. His hips begin to falter and he moves his hand to your clit, rubbing circles over your swollen bud. “Want you to come again…then I’m gonna fill you up, breed you.”

“Yes…please fill me up Din, make me yours.” He thrusts twice more before spilling inside you, coating your womb with his seed. You’re both panting and sweaty as you come down from your high. “Are you ok, mesh’la? I wasn’t too rough?” You smile up at him as your hand rests on his cheek, “never. I want you to do that again.”

He chuckles as he pulls away slowly and helps you up. You can feel his come dripping down your thighs. “I love you.” His lips meet yours in a soft kiss before the doors burst open and his council stand mouths agape as they take in your naked forms. “Oh, your majesty, we are so sorry, we didn’t know…”

Din pushes you behind him in an attempt to hide you. “Out! Now - and keep your eyes off my wife.” You bury your head into his shoulder in embarrassment as they all shuffle out of the throne room. “I’m never gonna be able to face them again.”

“If any of them say anything I’ll kill them.” He bends a little, grabbing you and lifting you into his arms. “Now, I’m gonna take you back to our room and keep you full of me all night, make sure I have you bred before morning. Would you like that, my Queen?”

“Yes, my king.”

Part 2 / Lactation / Somnophilia

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[saintlike78]

hey love, I have a request. So I was thinking maybe a poly marauders fic where maybe Sirius and James are the doms in the relationship and they have to punish you and Remus? I’m not being specific so feel free to change anything up, I just think your writing style would be good for this x

You know better [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you for the request! I’m absolutely loving writing poly Marauders. I really hope you like it! I did add the daddy kink, but if it’s not your thing I can always edit it.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x fem! Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), dom!Sirius, dom!James, somewhat switch!Remus, sub!reader, handjob, swearing, mentions of cum, spanking, daddy kink, praise kink, polyamorous relationship. As always, let me know if I missed anything.

The bustle of students was both cozy and overwhelming as you pushed your way down the long corridors of the castle. The ground outside was white and the sky was grey signifying another snowstorm on the horizon.

Your hand was safely tucked into Remus’ as he led the way to your shared class, the last one of the day. His long legs carried him at a faster pace than you could manage, but you lightly jogged bedside him to keep up. When you finally made it to the classroom, Remus held the door open and let you enter before himself. You found your favored seat and dumped your bag on the floor by your foot as you sat down. Remus sat beside you and placed his hand in yours again and brought your hand to his lap as he stroked the back.

As the class went on you moved closer to Remus so your knees bumped against each other and you could tangle your lower legs and feet together.

“Bunny don’t tease me, I can’t wait for Pads and Prongs,” Remus whispered for only you to hear when you moved your free hand to rest a little too high on his thigh.

You just hummed but made no move to remove your hand or move away from him.

When class ended Remus very quickly dragged you towards the Gryffindor common room and the boy’s dorm.

When you entered, he closed the door softly behind him and turned to you who had made your way over to Sirius’ bed.

You had discarded your shoes and had moved to lay atop Sirius’ mattress with a book to wait for your two other boyfriends to get out of class. Remus had other plans and set those in motion as he moved over to sit beside you on the bed.

He didn’t say anything, but slowly started to stroke your thigh and squeezing it slightly to gain your attention.

You looked up from your book and found Remus’ eyes already looking at yours.

“Remmy, we can’t… they’ll be angry, and I don’t want to be punished,” you said softly, placing your hands on top of his, but not making a move to stop his stroking movements.

“Please bunny, they still have a whole hour of class left, they won’t find out if we’re quick,” Remus argued, “I just need you now.”

You did feel bad because it was your fault for his neediness, having worked him up very innocently in class.

“I don’t know Remmy, you know I hate punishments and I always seem to receive them when you have a special idea,” you said trying to sway his mind.

Out of the two of you, Remus was the obvious brat and would often drag you into trouble. You on the other hand hated punishments, all you wanted was to be good, but it was much harder than you should expect to say no to the beautiful, scarred boy when he used his perfect puppy dog eyes.

“Please y/n/n, I promise we won’t get caught and that we’ll be quick,” Remus said as he stuck out his pinky.

“You promise?” you said while linking your pinkies.

“Cross my heart,” he finished whilst crossing his heart and then holding up his hand.

You hadn’t even properly said alright before Remus was on top of you and had connected your lips. You had opened your legs for him to get in-between and he wasted no time in doing so. His tongue snuck itself into your mouth and he ground his hips into yours causing a small breathy moan to be ripped from your throat into his mouth. Remus smiled into the kiss and kept grinding into you, making you feel his hard cock through his trousers.

“Remmy please,” you begged, wanting him to get on with it.

“ah ah, that’s not how you address us,” Remus scolded.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you corrected making Remus smile and kiss your forehead.

You knew that Sirius and James would spank Remus bloody if they knew he made you call him that. Only they were allowed to demand things of you and only they were your daddies, but when they weren’t there Remus would take on the role of dom.

Remus made quick work of removing his own clothes and removing yours. He growled lowly when he was met with the white lacy set you were wearing under your uniform.

“You look so pretty and innocent, but we know how much of a naughty girl you really are,” Remus said while reaching under you to unclasp and remove your bra, almost drooling when your breasts were freed.

He quickly latched his mouth onto one of your nipples and his hand worked and kneaded the other breast.

You whimpered at the feeling of Remus sucking and nibbling lightly at your breast. He moved over to your other breast and gave it the same attention. Your own hands couldn’t find peace constantly moving from his hair to his shoulders, scratching down his back and gripping his arms.

When Remus had decided that your breasts had been given enough attention, he moved his face up to yours again to reconnect your lips. One of his hands moved between you to rub your clit through your panties. You let out a whine when he moved your underwear to the side and ran a finger through your folds, gathering your arousal.

“So wet… are you ready for me, my beautiful girl?” Remus asked as he dragged his cock through your folds.

You whimpered and nodded.

Normally with Sirius and James, you would have been scolded or punished for not using your words, but Remus didn’t have time, so he just pushed into you resulting in a gasp leavening both your mouths.

He seethed himself completely in you and waited a moment for you to adjust and giving him the go-ahead. You nodded for him to start moving, which he quickly did.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed his hips into yours again. He did these deep slow thrusts for a little while, but his impatient nature caused his pace to quicken, chasing both your releases.

It had taken much longer than you thought for you to leave class, make your way to the dorm, be convinced by Remus, and actually start your session which is why you hadn’t noticed the time. The door to the dorm opened and inside stepped the two people who were not supposed to witness what was going on between yourself and Remus.

Unluckily for you, you and Remus were too caught up with each other to hear your two other boyfriends enter.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Sirius just about yelled.

You and Remus scrambled to get away from one another. You grabbed the loose blanket that lay atop Sirius’ bed and covered yourself with it, trying to hide your mistake with it.

“Who gave you permission to do that? And on top of MY bed!” Sirius was fuming, he moved over to you and grabbed your face.

“Answer me, NOW,” he said very loudly causing you to flinch.

“I-I.. Uhm… we tho-thought…” you stuttered, your voice shaking and tears gathering in your eyes.

“Well?” James asked firmly as he came to stand in front of you as well.

You looked to Remus for help, not wanting to throw him under the bus, even though it was his idea. He only looked at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do either.

“We were j-just being needy,” you tried, voice small and shaky.

“hmm, but no one gave you permission, did they now? … whose idea was it?” Sirius asked even though you all knew he already knew whose it was.

You looked at Remus, but he still kept quiet. “You promised,” you whispered making Remus’ stomach fill with guilt.

“It was both of our ideas,” you said meekly looking into Sirius's eyes.

“hmm… alright,” Sirius answered clearly not believing you.

Sirius looked at James and they had a silent conversation with their eyes, scaring you and looking at Remus you could tell he was scared as well.

Before you had time to think Sirius had grabbed you causing you to drop the blanket and James had grabbed Remus. Remus was placed in a seated position at the edge of the bed, and you were promptly placed on your stomach on his lap.

“Since you feel like you can do stuff without us, you will be punishing her,” James said pointedly to Remus making you shudder.

“No, please, we’re sorry,” you tried to apologize even though you knew it was too late and you wouldn’t be getting out of this one.

“Nope sorry, pup, you need to be taught a lesson… unless you want to tell us something?” Sirius tried getting you to confess again, but you just sighed and shook your head as tears started to well up in anticipation.

“Alright then… we think twenty hits should be good and we’ll know if you hold back, so get to it,” Sirius said to Remus, whose hands were trembling.

“And you will be counting and apologizing after each one… can you do that for us, darling?” James asked you.

“Yes, daddy,” you answered, voice small.

You heard Remus whisper a small “I’m sorry”, but you didn’t have time to react before a harsh slap was landed on your ass causing a small cry to leave your lips out of surprise.

“One, I’m sorry, daddies,” you got out, a tear already rolling down your cheek at the sting on your ass.

Remus’s stomach was almost burning with guilt. He had promised you that you wouldn’t get caught and he knew how much you hated punishments, but here you were spread out over his knee receiving punishment from the person who persuaded you to break the rules.

Sirius had sat on the bed beside Remus and stroked your leg slowly. James had bent down by your face and wiped the tears that made their way down your cheeks. He gave you a sympathetic look but made no move to stop Remus.

“Here we thought you were our good girl,” James said mocking sadness.

You whimpered at his words wanting to argue that you were their good girl, but knew better, not wanting the punishment to be worse.

Two other slaps hit your ass before Remus’ guilt had consumed him and he cried out.

“I’m sorry! It was my idea!”

“Of course, it was,” James said with a scoff.

Sirius moved so he could bend down in front of your face as well and stroked your cheek.

“Since moony admitted it we’ll make your punishment ten spanks, so you’re only missing seven, our beautiful girl.”

You nodded and closed your eyes waiting for the remaining spanks.

Seven spanks and apologies later your body was lifted off of Remus and pulled into Sirius’ arms as he held you close squeezing you in a hug.

“You did so good for us, took your punishment so well,” he praised.

You whimpered in pain as you were sat in his lap, your ass bright red and sore from Remus’ not so gentle spanks.

“Is it over now,” you whispered for Sirius to hear.

“Yes, it’s over now, pup, you’re our good girl again,” Sirius whispered back, stroking soothingly up and down your spine.

You laid your head on Sirius’ shoulder watching as James ushered Remus towards one of the bedposts and tied his hands behind his back to it.

“Since you were so desperate that you had to persuade our good girl into making you cum, you’re not cumming at all tonight,” James said sternly while looking at Remus with a scowl.

“What! No! Can’t you just spank me, I promise I’ll be good,” Remus tried to argue, but to no avail.

“Do you want to make it a whole week?” Sirius interjected.

This shut Remus up and he sunk back down his eyes focused on James as he removed his clothes.

“Alright, pretty girl lay down for me and I’ll make you cum,” James said as he moved towards you on the bed.

Instead of getting off of Sirius, you maneuvered so you were laying with your back against his chest and between his spread legs. Sirius’ arms found their way around you, securing you to his chest and also so he could stroke and grab at your breasts.

James spread your legs and got in-between them while stroking his already hard cock. He ran his cock between your soaked folds, not needing to warm you up because of your activities with Remus.

He positioned himself at your entrance and with a glance at your face he pushed in, prompting a gasp to leave your parted lips.

James grunted at the feeling of your tight velvety walls engulfing his cock.

“Always so tight for me, even after you let Remus use what doesn’t belong to him,” James growls out as he thrusts into you at a fast pace.

Sirius kneads at your breasts and leans his head down to leave sloppy kisses along your neck and ear while whispering praises for only you to hear.

You were quite surprised at the care they were showing and how nice they were being, considering what had happened. You were almost confused, that was until you heard a needy whine coming from the foot of the bed and you realized this was Remus’ punishment, watching you get all of the special and gentle treatment. You felt bad, especially when you were the one to rile him up in class, even though it was innocent, you had known exactly what you were doing to him.

James quickened his pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot causing louder moans and whines to leave your lips. Sirius moved one hand from your breast in-between you and James so he could reach down and rub fast circles on your clit. Your walls spasmed and tightened around James as you tried to hold back your impending orgasm.

“Can I please cum, daddies?” you whimpered out, not exactly sure who you should be asking.

“Of course, you can, my pretty baby,” James answered while leaning down and smearing a loving kiss on your forehead.

You didn’t have proper time to react before your release washed over you. You grabbed on to James’ bicep with one hand and held Sirius's wrist with the other. Your whole body shaking as Sirius rubbed your clit prolonging your high. You let out a long moan that soon turned into a small whine at the overstimulation indicating to Sirius to remove his hand, which he did.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” Sirius whispered near your ear and then turning your head to connect your lips in a needy kiss.

James’ thrusts started to falter and with a loud groan, he quickly pulled out and released on your lower stomach.

You pulled away from Sirius to look at James and you muttered a small “thank you,” not forgetting your manners and what they had taught you.

“You’re welcome, out pretty girl,” he answered with a huge grin.

You then turned to look back at a still fully clothed Sirius.

“What about you, daddy? You haven’t cum yet,” you asked, confused as to why he wasn’t taking part in the action.

“You’re so sweet, always thinking of me, but don’t worry, Remmy will take care of it,” Sirius answered while stroking your cheek and leaving a small peck on your lips.

At the mention of his name, Remus’ head shot up, and looked at the three of you in excitement.

“You’ll help me cum, but that still doesn’t mean you’ll get to,” Sirius said pointedly towards Remus.

James had fetched his wand and cleaned the cum from your stomach in a quick motion. He had also put on a pair of boxers and grabbed a clean pair of panties and one of their t-shirts for you to wear.

“come here, baby,” James said while opening his arms for you to get into.

You didn’t hesitate and quickly got up off of Sirius and into James’ open arms. He turned over and sat on the bed with you in his lap so that you both could cuddle while watching Remus help Sirius get off.

Sirius had moved over to Remus at the foot of the bed. He didn’t bother removing any of his clothes, instead opting to just pull his hard cock from the restraints of his school trousers.

“Go on, get to it,” Sirius said while placing his cock in Remus’ open mouth.

Sirius let out a grunt when Remus started bopping his head up and down, doing to most with his skilled mouth for Sirius to finish fast.

You had sunk further into James’ lap, his arms securing you tightly to him. You leaned your head back on James’ shoulder, still watching Sirius and Remus intently.

Sirius had opted to bury his hands in Remus’ hair to hold him still while he fucked his mouth. Remus was more practiced than you, so he rarely gagged, but Sirius was not holding back and therefore triggered a few gags and tears to escape Remus’ throat and eyes.

Sirius’ grunts were growing louder, and his thrusts were more forceful than before, even from your place in James’ lap you could tell he was close. Your suspicions were confirmed when he released one loud moan and stilled his hips, releasing into Remus’ mouth.    

Sirius pulled out of Remus’ mouth and grabbed his chin squeezing his cheeks as a way to tell Remus to open his mouth and show that he swallowed it all like a good boy. He complied and stuck out his tongue showing the raven-haired boy that he was indeed capable of being good.

Sirius let go of Remus's face and gave him a soft pat on the cheek.

“Good boy,” Sirius said before he tucked himself into his trousers once more.

Remus looked between you, Sirius, and James pleadingly, but not daring to ask for what he wanted, afraid his punishment would be prolonged.

“Daddy, can we make Remmy cum, please? It was not his fault he was impatient,” you asked lowly for James to hear.

“Hmm, and who’s fault was it then?” James asked you back.

“I was sitting close to him during class and being cuddly... he couldn’t help it,” you tried to persuade James, also raising your voice slightly so both Sirius and Remus could hear as well.

“Well baby, since you were the one to rile him up why don’t you finish what you started?” James said while loosening his grip on you so that you could crawl over to Remus at the foot of the bed.

“Are you serious? What’s the point of punishment if he’s just let off so easy and also getting to use our pretty girl’s mouth?” Sirius exclaimed, irritated by James’ benevolence.

“She asked nicely,” James shrugged, being the easiest of the two to persuade.

Sirius just scoffed and rolled his eyes as he went to sit beside James to watch you help Remus out.

You sat in front of Remus and he gave you a thankful smile. You stilled as you looked into his eyes, completely lost by his beautiful face.

“What’s wrong bunny?” Remus asked when you didn’t make a move to do anything.

Your cheeks gained a slight pink tint as a blush crept onto them.

“You’re just so beautiful,” you bashfully breathed out.

Remus’ cheeks soon matched yours as a blush of his own painted his cheeks.

You leaned forward and captured his lips in a loving kiss. While your mouths were working against each other you reached out and grabbed his bright red cock in one hand slowly spreading the pre-cum down his shaft with your thumb.

You began to pump up and down, using light pressure.

Remus shuddered when you ran your thumb over the slit of his sensitive tip.

His breathing increased and he moaned softly into your mouth.

“I’m close, please don’t stop,” Remus breathed out when you pulled apart for air.

You leaned down and captured his tip in your mouth and suckled on it, causing Remus to let out a groan as he came into your mouth.

You pumped him through his release and swallowed every drop.

You sat up once more and looked behind you at your two doms.

“Good job, baby, go ahead and untie him,” James said as he got up to get a pair of boxers for Remus to wear.

You did as you were told and reached behind Remus to free him from the bedpost. When his hands were untied, he reached up and grabbed your face, much to your surprise, causing you to let out a small gasp.

“You are absolutely phenomenal, my beautiful bunny,” Remus said before he leaned down to kiss you again.

You melted into the kiss; you had almost completely forgotten where you were until Sirius cleared his throat.

“You mean our,” he corrected, jealousy clear in his tone.

You pulled away from Remus and scooted back towards Sirius. Remus got up and accepted a pair of boxers from James and quickly put them on.

Sirius pulled you on top of his lap and kissed your temple.

“You are ours, isn’t that right pup?” Sirius asked as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

You giggled and your heart fluttered at the cuddly post-sex Sirius.

“Of course, I am yours and you’re all mine.”

[pleasantanathema]

Dirty Old Man

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Dubcon themes in the beginning (it’s later all consensual), Knifeplay (to remove clothing), Captivity/Kidnapping, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Some Assplay, Gagging (on fingers), Choking, One mention of blood, A little bit of bondage, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, Kenny is a dirty old man.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: It’s late, but it’s here! Here’s my part to the Smut Pile’s Western Collab! Please heed the warnings. Kenny is disgusting and I’m disgusting but here we are, fucking Kenny.

           “I told you to stop running away. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of chasin you down.” Kenny spit the words out like poison, crouching in front of you to place the tip-end of his knife against your corseted chest as a warning.

           You attempted a protest, but the makeshift gag made out of a torn piece of your skirts kept you virtually silent. Your wrists were burning, the rope around them scratching against your skin behind your back. The inn he’d taken you to for the night was damp and dirty, the floor you were tossed into reeking of piss and sour bourbon.

           He had come for you again. You’d had some wistful doubt that he wouldn’t, but like always, he’d tracked you down as easily as hunters do footprints in thick snow. He’d followed your trail and bound you with that thick rope of braided hemp he always kept at his side. Evading him was never easy, but you thought you’d gotten away with it this time when you’d found a meager orphanage to cook at. He hated children—you thought he’d never set foot in the place, but reckoning had come for you in the early hours of the morning, with a dark shadow moving in the corner of the kitchens.

           “You never fuckin’ learn. Maybe this time I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

           The sharp point of his blade dug into your clothes, the cutting edge purposefully situated between featherbone channels so it could slice at cotton threads.

          You swore against the cloth in your mouth, your curses soaking into the spit-damp fabric. He hooked a finger under the gag digging into your cheek, pulling at the material with a smirk.

          “Got something to say, kid?”

          Slowly, he pulled the torn cloth from your mouth, your head twisting to shake away strings of drool that had attached to the textile.

          “Maybe I like the chase, Kenny,” you hissed out his name, not bothering with the Mr. Ackerman bullshit you’d called him at home.

          He had once been a rather removed presence in your life; he was just that outlaw in the corner who did the terrible things the rich families in your town had the money but not the gall to do. But now he’d become the bane of your existence, the dark thread that always pulled you back into the oppressive home life you were running from. He never seemed to care. If anything, he seemed to take a sick joy in finding you quicker each time you snuck out and ran in a new, farther direction.

          “So we’re on a first name basis now, huh? Good, cause we’re about to get real intimate.”

          “You could make this real fun and actually untie me.”

          “I’m not untying you, ain’t fucking happening. I didn’t spend weeks tracking down a stupid maiden for her daddy for you to run off into the woods the moment I turn my back to piss.”

          You winced a little at his harsh words, still very aware of the cold steel carefully skating through the middle of your chest. The threads of your corset were popping and curling back toward the bone linings.

          “I’m not some fragile maiden.”

          “I don’t give a fuck what you ain’t, what you are is a big pain in my ass. I don’t get paid enough for this shit, so I’m takin’ what I’m owed.”

          The reality of your situation settled in when you felt cool air sweep across your freshly exposed breasts. Your initial thought was to kick him, but when you felt him dig the blade a little too deep into the clothes at your belly, you hesitated. One wrong move and he could be slicing you open accidentally.

          Your wrists pounded with lack of blood flow as you painstakingly tested the knots for slack again. Of course, there wasn’t any. He’d probably tied up hundreds of unfortunate souls in his miserable lifetime.

          A thrill raced across your skin as you heard the knife clatter into the floor, Kenny peeling away the layers of split clothes on your body like he was prudently opening the petals of a rare flower.

          “Well, well, look at you, kid.”

          Grey eyes swirled with mirth and mischief under the brim of his hat, a wicked smile curling across bearded cheeks.

          You felt vulnerable and far too hot, the heat of embarrassment licking over your chest, up your neck, burning at your ears. Worse, blazing excitement was pooling between your legs, the dull thump of pleasure beginning to pound in your head.

          A calloused hand began to paw at the fat of your breast, testing the weight of it in his palm.

          “You’re a fucking pervert.”

          “Never said I ain’t.”

          He flicked your nipple with his comment, chuckling as you gasped. The slight twinge of pain sent a jolt of lightning down your spine, making your fingers dig into the thick rope at your wrists and your head tilt back against the wall. Kenny repeated the motion, rubbing his warm thumb over your nipple before flicking it again. You sucked in a quick breath, making your lungs expand and breasts inch closer to his hands.

          “You like that?” He teased, a finger tracing the sensitive underside of your breast.

          “No.”

          He laughed, “Liar. Your pretty nipples are harder than my cock.”

          Kenny proved his point by cupping both your tits and making you moan, back arching toward him instead of away. Seeing the opportunity, he moved in closer, making the remnants of your skirts bunch around your hips as he pressed himself between your legs. You turned your face away from him when he dipped down to kiss you, making his wet lips and wiry beard press into the curve of your throat.

          He sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, teeth and growls gently scraping against skin.

          “What’s my pa going to think about you taking advantage of me like this?”

          You knew you made a good point—unless Kenny had decided to pack some petticoats and powder into his saddle bags, he couldn’t cover up the carnage he was creating.

          “I’m your daddy for tonight, kid. Maybe if you’re good I won’t even take you home this time.”

          “Really?” You knew your voice portrayed your enthusiasm, but you couldn’t help it. You’d do anything to be free of your family and go make a life of your own.

          Kenny took his time thinking over his response, too busy licking and sucking at the delicate column of your throat. It felt good, too good, even the scratch of his beard had you holding back whimpers. His long fingers were still groping your tits, thumbs rhythmically petting over your peaks.

          You felt like you were engulfed in flames, like the hellfire and brimstone that bible-thumpers warned about were taking over your senses. All because of fucking Kenny Ackerman, the dirtiest old man you’d ever come across.

          Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined something like this before, it was hard not to when most of your time had been spent tied up on a saddle with him. The pervert always had the audacity to have his half-hard erection pressing into your lower back as you shifted on the smelly horse. It was difficult not to imagine how it would feel to have him inside of you when the horse’s trot had his cock sliding too perfectly against your ass. You’d spent a few nights imagining how he would manhandle you, rough and impatient, and far more skilled than the boys you’d fooled around with.

          Kenny was a dirty old man, but you had no doubt he could fulfill every naughty fantasy women like you weren’t supposed to dream about.

          You shifted forward a bit, draping your thighs over his so you could get closer, press your aching core against that familiar stiffness in his trousers.

          “I’ll be a good girl, daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue as you tilted your face down to his, “I promise.”

          You sealed your vow by pressing your mouth to his, a victorious frisson tingling at your nerves when he groaned into your lips. His kiss was rough, one of his hands snaking up to your neck with a vice-like grip to keep you from changing your mind. It made your vision go blurry behind your eyelids, grey spots dancing in the corners of your lashes. He tasted like booze and smoke, remnants of his addictions tainting your tongue. But you kept up with his pace, eager to show him that you would be good, that you wanted this, that you’d let him have you. Even if he did take you back home anyways, at least you’d get a thrilling fuck out of this arrangement.

          “You ain’t never been a good girl,” he rumbled against your lips, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.”

          You gasped when he used his leverage on your neck to push you farther into the creaking boards of the wall. Your wrists were trapped between your back and the floor, going more numb by the second. He caged you in completely, had you sitting in his lap with his cock pressed against your damp drawers and one hand tangling into the mess of your skirts.

          “Women and all their fucking clothes,” he snarled down at your half-dressed body. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reach back for the discarded blade, his other hand still content to press against the sides of your neck.

          “W-wait, I don’t have anything else to wear!”

          “You ain’t going to be needin’ em anyways, kid.”

          Time slowed down like the creeping slush of molasses as you watched Kenny begin to slice through your dress and petticoat, each tug of his wrist sending cotton fibers spilling into the floor. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on the back of your neck every time the spine of the knife grazed the freshly exposed skin of your thighs. You struggled against the rope and the hand holding you back when he began to cut through the length of your drawers. The blade was too close to your intimate places, grazing against your sweltering flesh and making you whimper.

          “I ain’t gonna cut you, darlin. As much as I wanna carve my name into your skin, I couldn’t stand hurtin’ you.”

          You swallowed thickly and he must’ve felt it, his thumb petting at your neck like he was trying to soothe a scared animal. He stopped cutting at your clothing, lifting his pointed chin so he could look up into your face. He grinned, soft but still wolfish, wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.

          “Gimme a kiss, it’ll make you feel better.”

          You complied, perhaps too happily, slanting your mouth against his and moaning at the rough feel of his black hairs against your cheeks.

          Kenny ripped the rest of the threads from your body with his strong fingers, finishing the work that the knife had started. A weight was lifted off of you when your heavy skirts and the skeleton of your corset finally slipped into the floor to be forgotten. He took particular care in relieving you of your cotton drawers, the shadow of his hat obscuring his face as he marveled at the juncture of your thighs.

          “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and sloppy just for me.”

          You cried out when he brushed a knuckle between your dripping folds, finger slowly uncurling so it could prod at your tight hole.

          “You always get this wet when you’re around me?”

          “Hard not to when you’re always groping me like some animal.”

          His gaze flickered back up to you, the mixture of a frown and a smirk tugging at his lips. He pressed his palm more firmly against your windpipe, making you choke.

          “Don’t know why I bothered to ungag your smart mouth.”

          “I’ll be goo—” you didn’t have the chance to finish your plea, his long fingers uncurling from your neck only for two of them to abruptly slide past your open lips. Your eyes watered a bit from the thrusting motion of his digits and you could feel your moans vibrate against his skin. He started to push his fingers farther into your mouth, seeing how far he could go before your throat tightened, smirking the whole time. His skin tasted like rawhide and copper, like leather and blood, and you breathlessly traced your tongue along his slim knuckles.

          “Your mouth looks better stuffed,” his other hand resumed teasing your lower lips, “Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”

          You almost bit the knuckles in your mouth when he shoved his middle and index fingers into your tight cunt. You muffled out a squeal, eyes rolling shut when a wave of pleasure splashed over your body with the timing of his fingers pushing inside of you. He wasted no time in stretching you, spreading his strong fingers as he withdrew and pressed back inside of you over and over again.

          Your tongue went still and flat in your mouth, spit pooling around slim fingers that still pressed farther back into your throat with every thrust of his hand between your legs. You could practically hear him grinning like a madman with both of his calloused hands pressing into two of your wet holes. You sucked around his fingers when he touched a sensitive, fleshy patch inside of you, fingers curling against your walls and stroking the spot repeatedly.

          Weightless, you felt weightless in Kenny’s lap, like each thrust of his fingers into your mouth and pussy was sending you higher into the clouds. Even your own fingers had gone limp behind you, no longer clinging to their binds.

          “Not bad, kid. How about another?”

          You screamed around his hand when his ring finger stretched your opening wider, your pussy burning from its invasion. He laughed, a sadistic rumble from his chest that vibrated against your tits. At the feel of your cry, he pushed the fingers against your tongue even farther down to the back of your mouth, making you fight your gag reflex and sputter. Spit was falling from the corners of your mouth and you could feel your slick drooling down your thighs and onto his pumping wrist between your legs.

          “Good girl,” he praised, picking up his already merciless pace, “daddy’s got a big cock, need you to be ready for it.”

          Kenny groaned when you nodded your head, eyes fluttering open to catch his gaze. Some twisted pleasure brewed in your lower stomach as you noticed his lopsided grin, pearl white teeth bared over his full lips.

          “I bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum. Think you can? Can you cum from an old man stuffin’ you full of fingers, darlin?”

          You shivered at his words, your thighs shaking as you felt like you were being pulled apart. The three fingers inside of you knew exactly how to make your head go fuzzy and your nerves wild with pleasure, and it only got more intense when his thumb began to circle your already aching clit. You whimpered around his fingers, finding a momentary reprieve when he pulled them from your lips and admired the drool flowing over his knuckles. But he slid them back in after you caught a quick breath, pumping them at the same speed as the fingers buried into your cunt.

          It was like you were brimming and boiling over with the taste and feel of Kenny. Your mind could barely keep up with the shots of ecstasy stemming from your belly, your toes curling against the cold floor, your wrists rubbed raw from rope. Your lower muscles were starting to clench, spasm, shake, and he groaned.

          “Fuck you’re gettin’ tight. But I’ve got one more place to try.”

          Your brows scrunched together when you felt his ring finger slip from your pussy, only to feel his slim pinky finger prod at the tight pucker of your ass.

          “Kemmy, mf, umph,” you struggled to speak with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.

          You finally bit against his skin when you felt the length of his smallest finger slither into your ass.

          The new sensation rocked you, had you gasping and leaning forward and gagging on his fingers and cumming all at the same time. You screamed as you felt your asshole tighten around his digit, the pleasure of it sending you raring into bliss at full force like you’d just been slammed into a wall. It felt so fucking good, every hole stuffed with him, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he had the nerve to laugh at how easily you came from feeling a finger in your ass.

          “Heh, seems you like that, don’tcha?” He let you ride out the remnants of your orgasm for a few moments, fingers still and just feeling you contract around him.

          Finally, he worked on setting you free of his hold. He took his time with it, each finger sliding out of you painfully slow like he was slowly uncorking a pent-up bottle of champagne. With your mouth free first, you took your time breathing and gathering your wits, looking down into the floor as shame crept over your body. It was all so nasty and dirty, and when he pulled his fingers out from between your legs, you knew all you wanted was more of it.

          “Fuck,” you breathed, surprised when he lifted your chin and placed a rather chaste kiss against your messy mouth.

          “I take it you’ve never had somethin’ in your ass?”

          “N-no, but it…”

          “Feels good, yeah?”

          You shot him a suspicious look, “How would you know?”

          “I’ve been around, kid.”

          Kenny groaned as he sat back, moving you off his lap.

          “My knees are too fucking old for this. Get on the bed.”

          You didn’t know how you could. Your legs felt like pudding and your hands were completely numb behind your back. Kenny walked to the corner of the small bedroom, pulling his suspenders down so he could toss his shirt into the floor. You struggled to move, eyeing the knife in the floor carefully so you didn’t accidentally cut yourself as you fumbled like a little fawn gaining her legs.

          You enjoyed the feel of standing for a moment, leaning back against the wall in all your sloppy nakedness as you watched Kenny dip his hands into the wash bin.

          This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning. You’d been free, ready to get started on a cornbread and bean breakfast, only to be kidnapped before you could even lace up your shoes. Now you were watching Kenny Ackerman get undressed and hang that signature bowler hat on the back of the door.

          He looked better without the hat. In fact, he looked so much better naked.

          He had sun kissed skin on his arms and neck from working in the sun, lean sinews of muscle carved over his chest, his thighs. He was dusted in wiry black hair, like someone had taken ash from a fire and doused him in it. And his cock was hard and proud between his legs, long and curved up toward his stomach. Your ego spiked at the thought that you’d made him that way; you were the reason his swollen head was leaking and twitching.

          “Can I touch you now?”

          “What?” He looked puzzled, running a hand through his dark, shoulder length hair. It looked longer than when you last saw him.

          You moved toward him on still shaky legs, making a show of pulling at your hands bound behind your back.

          “Shit, I forgot you were tied up. But you gotta promise me when I cut you loose you ain’t just gonna sprint out that door.”

          “I don’t have any clothes, Kenny.”

          He laughed genuinely at that, scratching at the back of his neck. He’d have to remedy that tomorrow, go out and buy you something to wear so he didn’t parade you around town naked as the day you were born.

          You stayed still as he reached for that big knife of his on the floor, settling up behind you to start gnawing the blade through the thick rope. Your shoulders felt at ease when you felt the slack begin to set into your binds, the last bit of hemp audibly slicing away. You pulled your hands in front of you, immediately rubbing at the raw spots on your wrists. They’d be bruised tomorrow, scab over by the next day.

          Kenny wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands first skimming over your shoulders and upper arms.

          “If you didn’t have such a bad habit of runnin’, I wouldn’t have to do that to you, kid.”

          “You’d run away if you had my life, too.”

          You knew you didn’t need to fill in the blanks for him. He’d been around long enough to know the ins and outs of your story.

          “Suppose I would.”

          He kissed your neck as he walked you to the bed, turning you around so he could crawl up the naked expanse of your body as you laid back against the hay stuffed mattress.

          “Someone as pretty as you don’t deserve someone like me chasin’ after you.” But his confession didn’t stop him from settling between your thighs and bending down to suck one of your nipples into his eager mouth. You moaned, elated to have your hands free so you could tangle your fingers into his long hair.

          “I told you,” you gasped when he bit into your skin hard enough to leave marks, “I like the chase.”

          He licked a long, hot stripe between the valley of your breasts before bringing his face back to yours. You kept your hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, all brute force and greedy tongue like you’d gotten used to before. You were just as hungry for him, your body feeling fresh and ripe after your orgasm and ready to be filled again. You bit at his lower lip, smirking when you got a reaction from him. Your tongue began to map the insides of his mouth, letting the taste of him overwhelm you.

          Kenny was impatient, gripping your hips and spreading you apart again.

          “I like you better when you’re submissive.” He murmured into your mouth, skilled fingers spreading your pussy so the fat head of his cock could rub against you.

          “I said I would be a good girl, daddy.”

          His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, “I can’t fucking handle you calling me that, kid.”

          “Oh yeah? Is me calling you daddy going to make you cream early, old man?”

          He slid his cock inside of you rough and fast to shut you up. Your head fell farther back against the pillow as you mewled, his fingers still having not prepared you for the feel of his stretching you open. Your walls were snug against him; you could feel every throbbing vein under his silken skin dragging against your insides as he pulled out and pushed into you slowly.

          Each thrust had euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading across all your extremities. It was like you could suddenly feel everything, the pleasure making the world around you sharpen. Kenny was breathing hotly into your neck, your nipples were painfully hard and sliding against the dark, downy hairs of his chest. Your fingers were coming back to life, your nails scraping against the greyed roots of his hair. Your toes were curling in the air, your thighs and hips burning from bearing the heaviness of Kenny between them. Both your heart and his were beating fast, blood pumping as if in the same drumline together.

          “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he drawled, “s-so fucking soft, so tight.”

          Little sounds were leaving your parted lips, eyes struggling to stay open as each plunge of Kenny’s cock was engulfing you with ecstasy. He was starting to get a bit punishing with his movements, moving hard and fast inside of you and making you forget yourself. His nails were biting into the fatty flesh of your hips, where half-moon marks would surely adorn your skin in the morning. You’d have hickies on your neck too, especially now as he sunk his teeth into the tender spot where your throat met your shoulder.

          God it felt good to be used, to be wanted. And you knew Kenny wanted you, he’d even said he wanted to carve his name into your skin. Something inside of you told you that he’d want to own you, if you’d let him. You caught a lot of his longing gazes before, whether in the back of the saloon he frequented or the ridiculous dance halls your family drug you to. You’d often wondered if he would fuck you against a wall if you tempted him to, and now you had your long-awaited answer.

          “Oh daddy,” you purred, both purposely and not, little oh’s and mhm’s following behind.

          The name spurred Kenny into a new gait. He shifted back onto his knees swiftly, the same hand from before resuming its chokehold on your neck. You moaned at the familiar contact, the sound trapped behind his spread fingers. He had more power behind his hips from this angle, sending his cock deeper into your depths and into places his long fingers couldn’t reach from before. Your eyes squeezed shut, tiny gasps all that could be formed behind the wall of his hand.

          “Who knew you were such a little slut, darlin. Might keep you around after all.”

          Your tits were bouncing in rhythm with his relentless assault, your hands now fisting into the feather pillow next to your face.

          “F-fucking shit, I—” you were going stupid, is what you were. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your brain felt foggy in your head.

          “You’ve got such a dirty mouth on ya,” Kenny put more pressure behind the fist around your neck, the lack of oxygen making it even harder to think than before, “you really do need a daddy to teach you some, fuck, s-some fucking manners.”

          All you could do was nod, completely lost to the feeling of him encompassing you, filling you.

          His free hand pulled at one of your limp legs, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. He smothered your skin with wet kisses, nipping at your ankle and chuckling when he felt the bubbled squeal beneath his palm. The hair on his torso tickled the back of your thigh, adding a new layer of sensation that you didn’t think you could handle. It was too much—Kenny was too much, fucking into you like a feral beast that just got his first taste of sweet flesh.

          “You’re never gettin’ away from me again,” he hissed out between gritted teeth, “you’re mine now.”

          You couldn’t think to respond. Kenny unwrapped his hand from your throat, letting that blood flow return to your head.

          “You hear me?”

          You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All you could focus on was the drumming of his cock hitting your insides, the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

          The sound of him slapping his hand across your check registered before the pain did. You gasped as your head swung with the force, the side of your face smarting with a throbbing sting.  

          “Say you’re mine, kid.” Seriousness laced his tone, those dangerous, long fingers grasping at your jaw and pulling you to look at him. He leaned forward, curling your leg with him, making you groan at the pleasure and pain mixing as he tested your flexibility. He kept moving inside of you, pace never faltering.

          “Fucking. Say. It.”

          Your heart was racing with adrenaline, a strange concoction of fear and bliss spreading over your consciousness.

          “Y-yours,” you croaked out, wetting your lips with your tongue, “I’m yours, Kenny!”

          You didn’t mean to scream it, but it seemed to please him, that lecherous grin of his spreading over his lips.

          “That’s fucking right. I own this tight, pretty little pussy.”

          He released your jaw only to slap you again, quicker and softer this time, and you moaned the moment he made contact.

          “You like getting slapped around?”

          You turned your face back to him, smirking through the sting, “yes, daddy.”

          The devilishness that swirled in his eyes made your stomach flip. He paused the movements of his hips, letting your cunt flutter and clench at his stilled cock. Your breathing picked up as you registered what was about to happen.

          Kenny hit you with the back of his hand this time, bony knuckles thumping with the quick flick of his wrist. Without his cock moving inside of you, all you could do was bask in the stinging pain left behind on your cheeks. It felt so wrong, but it made the coil in your belly tighten like never before.

          “F-fuck,” you moaned, your balled fists releasing the pillow.

          Without a second thought, you grabbed at his hair, jerking him down to meet your mouth.

          “You better cum inside me after that, daddy, I think I deserve it.”

          “Oh, you deserve it darlin,” he started pumping inside of you again, sending your head flying back and his mouth landing on the pulse of your neck, “gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

          His movements were cruel, fast, cock ramming inside of you so harshly that you felt it all the way in your throat. Your hand slipped from his hair and found purchase on his back, nails scraping against sweaty flesh. You could feel his rough skin splitting, but you didn’t care, all that mattered anymore was the way his cock slid in between your gummy walls, the way he was moaning your name like a fucking prayer against your skin.

          Kenny’s thumb found your clit, swirling quick, brutal circles over your swollen bud. You could feel yourself clench around him, the sharp pleasure almost painful. You were going to explode. You were going to topple over in ecstasy and it was all because of the wickedness of the dirty old man inside of you.

          “K-Kenny, holy f-fucking god, I-I—”

          He must have felt it before you did. Hot ropes of cum were seeping inside of you the moment you hit the high point of orgasm. Your nails slid down the entirety of his back, slim, warm rivulets of blood following in their wake.

          It was like the bliss never ended. You were caught in the waves of it, each one cresting and falling over and over again as you milked his cock dry, slick and cum pooling between your thighs and soaking the linens.

          Your heart was hammering in your chest. Kenny placed a delicate hand between your breasts, like he was trying to slow it down for you. His small act made the world narrow in around you; the remnants of stinging pain and excruciating pleasure still hummed, but you fell into the quiet of just listening to the two of you breath for a few moments.

          Eventually, your toes went numb. You’d fully forgotten the poor leg that had been curled over his shoulder. You shifted to move, and Kenny got the hint, finally pulling his spent cock from inside of you and rolling over on his back.

          “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth, hand reaching over his shoulder as he met the mattress, “you’ve got fucking claws.”

          You had half a mind to apologize, but you didn’t bother, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Your body was tired, wrists still aching, thighs shaking.

          “You alright?” A warm hand found your cheek, even hotter lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss.

          “Mhm, more than alright.”

          “Didn’t know you had that in you, kid.”

          Kenny pulled you into his chest, long arm curling around your back. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns on your hip, and you nearly shuddered as you remembered those were the same movements he’d used to abuse your clit. You curled one of your legs over his, needing to get closer, those pesky after-sex hormones and needs clawing at your instincts.

          It felt oddly like home to be pressed up against him, your face against his chest, one of your hands mimicking his and drawing circling in his damp chest hair. He smelled like home, anyways, like earth and spices.

          “You gonna take me home?”

          He was quiet for a second, pressing his lips into your hairline.

          “Nah, I’ll take you someplace safe. Maybe buy you a fucking train ticket so you can get out of this part of the world.”

          “You sure you don’t want to keep me?”

          “Now don’t fucking tempt me with that, kid.”

          “I wouldn’t mind being yours, you know.”

          “You don’t wanna be mine, even if I make you say that shit when I’m fuckin’ you.”

          You knew he was right, but you didn’t offer him an affirmation.

          Maybe you’d let him fuck you for a few more days before you ventured off on your own, maybe you’d convince him to chase you down a few more times just for the thrill of it. Maybe you’d wrap your fists around his suspenders and convince him to run away with you.

          You did like Kenny, after all. Even if he was such a perverted, disgusting old man.

[notkageyamasprincess]

what’s so wrong about us? | kageyama tobio x reader

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, degradation, blackmail, dubcon, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex

words: 2.0k

summary: you and tobio-nii don’t have a typical brother-sister relationship. how far can you go without getting yourselves caught?

notes: please please read the warnings.

“Haah…mhn…w-wait, we can’t! Mom and Dad are coming home tonight, we have to get ready.”

Your hands clutched at the sheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Kageyama pulled your lower half closer to him so that your ass hung over the edge of the bed, and kneeled between your legs, fucking you furiously with his fingers and tongue. You felt his hot breath fan over you as he removed his mouth.

“That’s exactly why we have to do it now. Let me taste you and get my fill.”

You cried out when he dragged a long digit against your sensitive spot and sucked your bud harshly, making you tighten around him and spray your release.

“Ah, not so rough! I’m still…ah, so-sore.”

Your older brother wiped his face with a towel and responded by spreading your quivering thighs even wider, drinking in the view of your glistening cunt.

“Well, looks like down here is really enjoying it. This slutty pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” He plunged his fingers back inside, fucking into you, filling the room with your wet noises. “Hear that? God, your cute pussy’s just dripping all over my hand. But you’d rather me stuff it full with something else, don’t you?”

You could only moan his name, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence. He was already edging you closer and closer to another orgasm. “Mmhn…yes…a-ah… Tobio.”

He frowned, stopped completely and took out his fingers, licking them clean of your juices. “Wrong name. Did you forget what to call me?”

“Sorry, Nii-chan…”

“Good.” He resumed his ministrations, slowly rubbing the inside of your walls. “Now, how do we ask for what we want?”

“Please…Nii-chan.”

Kageyama shook his head. “You can do better. What happened to the good little whore from yesterday, huh? Begging so sweetly to cum from her Nii-chan’s cock?”

You whined in desperation. “Tobio-nii, please! Please stretch out my hole with your fat cock. Want Nii-chan to fill me up with his cum.”

He grinned and nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he cooed, unzipping his jeans. “Time for my pretty cumslut to get her reward.”

You heard the jingling of keys and the front door unlocking.

Your eyed widened and your brother cursed. “Shit, they weren’t supposed to come back this early.”

Your mother called out first. “Kids! We’re home and we brought takeout! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“____, Daddy got you a souvenir on his business trip, come see what I have for you.”

“Really? Thanks Daddy! I’ll be down in a second, Tobio-nii’s uh…helping me with something.”

You rushed to put your skirt back on and made your bed while Tobio put on a large hoodie to hide his erection.

+++++

You took a sip of water, trying not to think about what you and your brother were just doing as you chatted over dinner. The conversation moved onto work-related matters, so you sat and ate quietly while your parents exchanged stories.

Kageyama leaned over to reach a dish on your side of the table. “____, give me a handjob,” he murmured in a low voice.

You quickly checked if your parents heard before whipping your head towards him. “No way in hell. It’s too risky,” you hissed.

“I didn’t get to cum and I’m hard again. It’s because of you, so take responsibility.”

“You’re not serious.”

“If you won’t do it, then I’m going to tell Mom and Dad everything we’ve been doing for the last few months,” he threatened.

You started getting nervous. “Nii-chan… you wouldn’t…”

Seeing your frightened expression, he started coaxing you more gently. “Come on, please? Help out your poor Nii-chan…he’s in so much pain. Be a good little sister for me, alright?”

You snuck a glance at your parents once more just to make sure they were still engrossed in their discussion before slipping a hand down his pants. Thankfully, the tablecloth is able to cover his lap. You felt his dick twitch in your palm as you gave him slow strokes.

“Tobio-nii, this is enough right? Let’s stop here.”

“Stop moving and I’ll lift up my hoodie and show them exactly what’s going on. You wouldn’t want to make Mom cry, do you?”

At that moment, the person in question piped up. “And what are you two whispering about?” She raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

Tobio flashed her a sheepish smile. “Actually, we were trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday. It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? You weren’t supposed to know, though.”

“Oh, how sweet! Well don’t let me ruin your surprise,” she replied, covering her ears. “I know nothing.”

She leaned her head on your father’s shoulder as he too, smiled at you both warmly. “We did a good job with our children, didn’t we?”

“Sure did, honey.”

If only they knew.

You felt so guilty.

The irony is, you would never want to do anything to jeopardise the happiness of your family.

You tried your best to act normal as your brother somehow managed to speak casually with your parents. You felt his length straining against his boxers—he was getting close.

You heard the clatter of a utensil on the floor. “Sorry ____, I dropped my spoon, would you mind picking it up for me?”

You crouched under the table and immediately felt him nudge your head towards his crotch. He forced the head of his shaft between your lips, muffling your startled exclamations. He gave a few shallow thrusts before finishing in your mouth, and you swallowed out of habit. Tobio peered down at you discreetly, smiling in satisfaction. “Good girl,” he mouthed, patting your head.

As you shakily rose from the ground, your mother gasped sharply.

You froze. Were you caught?

“____ ____! Is that a hickey on your neck? Did you invite a boy over while we were gone? Young lady, what did I say about having boys over while we were out of the house?”

You slapped a hand to your neck in realization. Tobio left a mark on you the previous night and you had forgotten it was there. Despite still being in hot water, you were relieved that your mother didn’t seem to have an inkling of suspicion that it was your brother’s doing.

You began to make up an excuse, but Tobio cut in. “No, it’s my fault for letting her out of my sight. Don’t worry Mom, I’ll discipline her accordingly. She won’t have any more chances to fool around with boys if I have anything to say about it.”

“At least ____ has a responsible older brother like you, Tobio,” she sighed.

“It’s my job, after all. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”

As if he wasn’t the one who almost revealed your dirty secret.

Your father chuckles. “Now honey, we were all at that age at one point. ____’s a big girl, she can handle herself and she knows what not to do.”

Except you apparently didn’t know not to have sex with your brother.

“Sweetie, you’re looking a little flushed, are you alright?” He cast you a concerned look.

Tobio took the opportunity to leave the table. There were other things he wanted to do anyways.

“Yeah Dad, now that you mention it, she doesn’t look very well. I’ll help her into her room.”

He guided you up the stairs and you slapped him away once you were out of earshot.

“Are you crazy? How could you do that with Mom and Dad sitting right across from us? You’re the worst. I hate having such a sick older brother like you!”

He feigns hurt but doesn’t take it to heart. He ushered you into your room and closed the door behind him. “Aw, princess, are you mad? I know I went a little too far but you enjoyed it too didn’t you? Don’t you love your Nii-chan?”

Tears began to prick at the back of your eyes. “This and that are different! You have no idea how terrible I felt when Mom talked about doing such a good job with us. We’re freaks. This…this is wrong,” you sniffled.

He caressed your waist softly and soothingly massaged your sides, rubbing circles into your skin with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away the tears that flowed down your cheeks.

“What’s so wrong about us? What’s so wrong about the way I feel, or the way you feel? Love is love, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He backed you up slowly until you reached your bed, and laid you down, all the while continuing to whisper words of comfort in your ear.

He sat down beside you. “You’re moving out for college soon and you can come live with me. I’ll have a stable job. We’ll be free.”

You hiccupped and nodded. Your mood began to brighten when you thought about your future together. You just wanted to be with him.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand snaking up your legs to toy at the hem of your panties. You squeaked in protest, but Tobio shushed you.

“You know, I was impressed with your behaviour today, you were being such a good girl for me, weren’t you? Why’d you have to ruin that? Your words made Nii-chan so sad.”

He shifted from his position to trap you between his knees. You made an attempt to shove him off, but he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.

“You know that Nii-chan doesn’t like brats. Our parents are still here, but once they leave, you know that I’ll have to punish you, right?”

“Hold on, let me check something.” He dipped a finger into your folds and smirked. “Ah, I was right. You’re wet from playing with my cock earlier. You enjoyed that just as much as I did. My cute little sister loves me this much, huh? It makes me happy.”

Tobio pulled his pants down halfway, tugged your underwear to the side and started grinding his bulge against your core. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could hear the sound of the tv and your parents cleaning up.

“Tobio-nii…hn…. s-stop, Mom and Dad might hear us!”

“Not until you say ‘Nii-chan, I love you’.”

“You said you weren’t going to do anything!”

“When did I say that?” He groaned when he felt your pussy clench over his clothed dick. “Fuck, you’re getting my boxers all damp. You shameless whore, you’re actually getting turned on from this.”

You tried squirming from his touch but accidentally grazed your clit on his erection, causing you to let out a moan. A dark grin appeared on Kageyama’s face, and he stripped off his bottoms, rubbing you with his bare cock.

“Mnh…Nii-chan, I…ah! Love you!” You panted. “I-I said it, so let’s stop already!”

Your lips parted when you felt him ease his length into your entrance.

“I changed my mind. It feels way too good when your sopping cunt is squeezing me like this.”

Your juices dripped down his shaft as he rammed himself harder inside you, hitting all the right places. “You dirty fucking slut, you actually want to get caught, don’t you? You can’t wait to see their expressions as they watch their kids fucking, huh? You just want me to drag you downstairs and take you on the kitchen table, right in front of their eyes, don’t you?”

You couldn’t think rationally, it felt so good; you were already hurtling towards your climax. He captured your lips to prevent your noises from escaping.

When he let you go, you realized that his hand was no longer holding you down. You braced your hands on his firm shoulders and your hips moved to meet his thrusts. You spread your legs open to take him deeper and he cursed at the sensation. “Shit, say it again, say that you love me.”

“Mmn, fuck…love you. Nii-chan, I love you!”

He pounded into you even faster. “That’s right. What’s so wrong about us?” he repeated. “What’s so wrong about a darling sister loving her Nii-chan?”

a/n: ngl it was damn hard to look my parents in the eye after writing this.

[valwentinefics]

Savior - Dark!Helmut Zemo X F!Reader (Intro) 18+

A/n: I promised I’d release this a while ago and never did. I’m abandoning First Impressions for this. Updates will be slow, I got my nails done and cannot type well!! This is short, I was gonna write more but then my depression slapped me when I first wrote it and I since I got my nails done I chose to not make it longer since typing is too hard and just post it as an intro. I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Series warnings:  Stalking, dubcon kidnapping, dark!zemo, violence, murder, manipulation, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, sexism, abuse of power, unhealthy power dynamics, implied age gap (reader is legal but age is not specified, implied to be much younger than Zemo), abuse, innocence kink, ‘justification’ of unhealthy thoughts, alcoholism. THE DARK THEMES ARE NOT PAINTED IN A POSITIVE LIGHT, THEY ARE DISGUSTING AND AS A SURVIVOR I DO NOT CONDONE THEM. IF YOU FEEL LIKE READING THIS WILL NEGATIVELY IMPACT YOU, CLICK AWAY. IF YOU’RE HERE TO HATE, CLICK AWAY. REMEMBER TO CONSUME MEDIA CRITICALLY.

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Novi Grad, Sokovia - 2015

You let out a small sigh as you rested your elbows on the weathered counter, staring out the window to the overcast street outside. You usually were an optimist but working as a waitress was tough. Your hours were filled with rude customers and men that were all too touchy. You’ve always wanted to quit the job, to throw down your apron and storm out to somewhere far from Sokovia where you would find a new life filled with adventure and maybe even romance, something you had never experienced before. However it was an unattainable dream, you were tied down with your university debt and your fear of the unknown stopped you from taking any risks. So, you were stuck in the dingy diner for the foreseeable future until you gave up your dreams to become a housewife or you graduated university and found a better job.

“Y/n, bring this to the Baron please.” Your coworker placed a plate of eggs and bacon in your hand and gestured to a booth across the room where the Baron sat. His name was Helmut Zemo and he was a regular around the place with his family for reasons you couldn’t understand. He was royalty and surely could afford something better than the greasy and always slightly undercooked food served here, but you didn’t mind it. He tipped well and often engaged in small conversation with you which made you two friendly acquaintances

With a nod  to your coworker you headed over to the booth, noticing the man sat alone instead of his family like usual. “Is there anything else I can get you sir? If your wife and son are meeting you you can order for them now if you would like.” You said as you placed the hot plate gently in front of him on the yellowing white table.

He replied with a shake of his head. “They are out of town visiting my father, thank you though.” His words made you a little sad. You loved his son Carl who always came in with an Avengers t-shirt and often snuck handfuls of candy from the bowl by the door. You were never one for children, they were messy and required too much work, however Carl was different. He was polite and could talk your ear off about the Avengers if given the chance and he often did, his favourite one being Iron Man.

“No problem. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.” You turned around to leave before being stopped by the Baron’s voice speaking up.

“Y/n, stay safe. You’ve seen the news, things aren’t too good in the world right now.” He said with a concerned look. You had seen the news and heard about the rising crime rates, and honestly didn’t care. Your friends always called you naive for brushing off the issues and insisting everything to be okay, but you didn’t see the point in living in fear, things would always get better, they had to. You had faith in humanity.

You shot him a smile. “Don’t worry sir, I always am.”

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Riga, Latvia - 2024

You were oblivious to Helmut following you, and that’s why he knew he had to take you. You were too trusting, innocent, in your mind the world was a safe and caring place even after what had happened to your home country. To him, his following wasn't creepy or in any way weird, after all you had known him. Hell, you were almost friends with him! So no, he wasn’t a stalker, he was just a concerned friend watching over you, and soon he would be a concerned friend who you lived with.

He had this planned out since he escaped from prison. He had planned to take you, to protect you from the world and everyone in it. After all, you were one of the very few people he cared about that survived the Sokovian tragedy and he didn’t intend to lose anyone else to the cruelty of fate. With the Flag Smashers and that idiot John Walker running around, who knew what could happen to you? Not to mention there were various threats that could appear out of thin air. So, at the first chance he got Helmut slipped away from James and Sam’s careful watch and to the location Oeznik had sent him.

The sight of you took his breath away as he watched you sleeping peacefully through the window, your curtains had been left open. What if it was some type of creep watching you instead of him? You shouldn’t make it so easy for someone to spy on you, especially when you looked so downright ravageable as you slept soundly. Your shirt was rolled up as you laid on your stomach, revealing the smooth skin of your torso while your small shorts hugged every curve of your ass. If he were some creep he would be thinking impure thoughts, but he wasn’t, and so he pushed them to the back of his mind as soon as they appeared, although he couldn’t completely keep out the fantasy of pressing his lips gently against your delicious looking ones to wake you up, you were his sleeping beauty after all, and he was the prince who would save you.

One day it would happen, one day he would be the one to awaken you from your slumber with a kiss that boasted his dedication to your safety and all the love he could provide you. He promised himself it. He didn’t know how he’d fallen for you in such a way when he had once had a family of his own that he had loved. As much as it hurt him to think so, he began to believe all the tragedy in his life was just fate the second he saw your sleeping form. He had started out with the innocent goal to protect the last remnant of Sokovia he had, but as he watched you sleep Helmut realized you were more than a sentimental attachment. He loved you. His former family was important to him and every fond memory with them was seared into his brain, but his destiny wasn’t to be happy with them, their purpose in his life was to lead him to a future with his soulmate, you.

[vetrubius]

DAICHIXFEM READER

Daichi responding to c*m inside me

A/N: HEMLOOO, How y’all doing? I’m back, I’ve still got a shit ton of college work and it’s so so taxing but I manage to write this (imo, this is the best i’ve ever written) Enjoy yourself babiess

Warnings: 18+, SMUTSMUT, subtle daddy kink, body acknowledgement, fingerblasting (aged up daichi)

Word Count: 1115 words

With so much happening in your life, it was so obvious that you were frustrated from all of it. You didn’t even get time to hang out with your boyfriend anymore. Daichi always stayed out nights doing his night patrol and came almost in the early hours of morning. Your work had become tedious considering how your boss was always after you for the manga panels you’d been working on. 

A whole month went by being chaotic to the point you had absolutely no time to yourself. There was only short periods of time when you came back home. The unkempt hair, the used up deodorant in your bag, the track pants with food stains, the bags under your eyes, the half closed eyes. You caught a cab from outside your office and were on your way home. “9:15 pm, I’ll reach by 10” the only thing you were fixated on was the hot shower with music on, the new sheets which would smell like the lavender detergent you’d recently bought and your soft comfortable night suit which hugged your curves and graced your body. The one that Daichi had bought for you in college because “YeLlOw SuItS yOu”. You giggled.

It had actually been so long and you’d stop keeping track of the amount of time you two had spent. You longingly looked at the familiar streets where you two spent most of your time before. You two had known each other since childhood. It was no surprise that you two would’ve been together. You’d spent most of your childhood telling Daichi you hated him. Who would’ve known that one time during the high school farewell when you actually wanted him to not leave and you’d snuck out of the party just to go for a drive to the water tank near the city. He looked at your face. Had it really been 17 years of existence with you being with him for 12 years. “Y/N, I need to tell you something” he said after looking at your face gravely. The beer and rum had made you both so tipsy and to think he’d be wanting to talk now. “Go on, loser. I know you want me” you said laughing loudly while throwing your hair back. “Actually yeah, I do,” you stopped laughing and stared at him. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you. You’ve always supported me through thick and thin. You’ve had my back whenever girls broke my heart. You’ve always been my support system and I don’t think I can have anybody who is this beautiful in my life. So Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” 

This memory has always held a close place in your heart. You reached your apartment just in time to end the reminiscing. Paying the cab, you make your way up the steps. The familiar scent of home hit your nose. It felt so good to be back. You wasted no time to strip yourself off your clothes and get into the shower. After shower, you changed the sheets and lied down and the bed dipped in your weight. It was 11:30 pm. This was gonna be a good night's sleep. 

Your eyes jerked open at the heavy breath near your ears. “mHmm, are you home, Daichi?” you said while rolling over to face his side of the bed. “Hey plum, it’s me.” His thick musky smell was something you melted into. “I missed you” he said while kissing your neck and rubbing your sides. You knew where this was going. Without hesitation, you kissed him. It was the first time in a month you’d felt his lips against yours. And the sparks never disappeared. 

You shifted from the bed to on top of him without breaking the kiss. “I missed you too, how was patrolling for so many days?” you managed to say in between his lips. “It was alright but I wish I was home with you instead.” is what he said after flipping you on your back. “How many times have I told you that you look beautiful in yellow?” he said while his eyes wandered over the half up tshirt which exposed your lower abdomen and the shorts strings and added value to your chest. You raised your head up slightly, “Not enough times to make me want you to come inside me”. 

That’s all it took for everything on you to be on the floor and your body lying on the lavender sheets in the moonlight. Daichi had always loved your pouch, your hip dips, your big thighs and every little insecurity you had about yourself. He’d always ensured that you were the most beautiful girl alive in his eyes. His face was quick to dip between your thighs as he threw your legs above his shoulder. The aura shifted from peaceful to sinful in a matter of seconds and now the only sounds existing in the room were your moans, his tongue lapping at your clit and his fingers trying to milk you out while hitting the deep ends inside you. It was barely a matter of seconds before your toes curled and you reached your high. Daichi finger blasted you through your orgasm. He shifted your legs over each other. 

Once he was done, he leaned over to your ear “Still think I’m not good enough to be cumming inside you, plum?” he said snarky while aligning his dick with your sore entrance. “Go for it” were the last words you uttered before he rammed himself inside of you and your breath hitched. He’d never been this feral. It had been a month after all. Your guts were being rearranged right now and the only thing you anticipated to feel was his white ribbons flowing inside of you. The only thing leaving his mouth were praises. “Who’s gonna take my big cock if not you huh?” “Let daddy take care of himself now” “ who’s my sweet girl?” “fuck you’re so tight, plum Your whole face flushed, out of breath, you somehow managed to answer him. His tongue in your mouth as he wanted to bottom out inside you and you felt it. You felt him twitch and wraith in you as he got sloppier. “Can daddy fill me up please?” that’s all it took for Daichi to release himself in you. 

He got off you and dumped his body beside you as cum flowed through your hole and on the bedsheet. After 4 minutes of silence, you waddle to the washroom to have a shower again, pretty sure Daichi is passed up after fucking your brains out. It was a long night after all.

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[emjiroki]

Eren Jaeger x Reader 18+ minors DNI (slight Zeke Jaeger x reader) 

Warnings: explicit language scenes. Daddy kink, oral receving (M and F), teasing

word count:2.5K

this was suppose to be a short fic but it got away from me 😅 I had a lot of fun writing this and hope I did Eren and Zeke justice. Huge thank you to @fuwushiguro​ for her ask and giving me the idea for daddy kink Eren, Zeke kind of snuck in under my nose but he was so fun. I hope everyone enjoys! 

“I really don’t want to do this” Eren complained as you helped him fix his tie in the car. 

“It’s not about what you want, it’s about your mom” you chided, “She just wants everyone together for one dinner, that's not too much to ask”. 

“Yeah well you don’t know my brother” He nearly hissed, veridian eyes hardening like glass.

“Guess I’ll get to meet him soon, won’t I?” You asked, taking his hand in yours and pulling him to start walking up the driveway to his parent’s house. 

“Unfortunately” He sighed, gripping your hand just a little tighter. Eren stopped you at the front steps, turning you to face him so he could hold your chin between his fingers. Making sure you were listening. 

“You’ll be Daddy’s good girl tonight won’t you?” He murmured, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, not quite a kiss but enough to send a shiver down your spine. 

“Yes” You whispered, heat pooling in your gut.

“Yes what?” Eren said with a stern look. You knew better than to tease, even if it did make his blood boil in all the right ways. 

“Yes, Daddy” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his thumb running across your bottom lip. 

“Good” Eren smirked, pearly white teeth peaking between rosy lips. “My perfect angel”.

“It’s so nice finally having everyone home for dinner again,” Carla said with a big smile as you all sat at the table. 

“Not everyone Mom, Mikasa isn’t here” Eren said pointedly, grabbing a roll from the plate in front of him.

“She’s visiting her family overseas, remember?” Carla said, placing a large spoon in the pasta bowl. “Plus she’s so busy with work most of the time, she only ever gets the holidays free. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to come but I’m happy you and y/n were able to”.

“Zeke should be here soon, he called me and told me he was in traffic about twenty minutes ago” Grisha said looking down at his watch. 

“Who cares?” Eren muttered under his breath.

“He’s your brother Eren. Be nice” Grisha said in a gruff tone. 

“Half brother and I’m not going to be nice to that asshole. I’m only here for mom” Eren snapped. You placed your hand on his upper arm when he tensed, his gemstone eyes looking to you and then his mother before settling in his chair. As if on cue, you heard the front door open.

“I see my little brother's car out front” a bellowing voice that you could only guess was Zeke, shouted as he shut the door, “Where are you fuckhead?”. Eren rolled his eyes.

“Play nice Zeke” Grisha said with a small smirk at the brunette’s irritation, “You hardly ever get to see Eren”. 

“I’m nice!” Zeke insisted, stepping into the dining room. His grey eyes immediately locking onto you at Eren’s side. “Nice to look at that is”. Eren’s hands clenched into fists as he winked at you. “So what do I owe the pleasure of meeting such a beautiful young lady?”. 

“This is my fiance y/n, Zeke. You would have met her at the engagement party if you had bothered to show up” Eren said coldly. 

“I live across the country little bro” Zeke said, feigning innocence as he sat down in the chair directly across from you. “Plus I would have hated to embarrass you at your own engagement party.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t show up then” Eren said, “Your face is embarrassing enough”. 

“Boys!” Carla snapped, “Can we just have a nice dinner?”. Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from the clinking of silverware on plates until Zeke broke the silence. 

“I meant by making your girl fall for me in front of everyone” Zeke said casually while taking a drink from his wine glass, “But whatever reasoning makes it easier to sleep at night. Little brother”. Your head was on a swivel through the whole conversation, the tension so thick the steak knife in your hand felt heavy. Like you were underwater. 

“So how did someone as beautiful as you end up with someone like my brother?” He asked you, Eren immediately going stiff beside you. 

“We met in college actually. I’m friends with Mikasa and she pestered him into joining our study group” You said smiling softly at the fond memories. Eren had been so blushy and stuttery the first time he met you. Hadn’t been able to study at all, barely kept his eyes off of you. Had immediately asked you out on a coffee date as soon as Mikasa wasn’t around. 

“Cute. Boring. But cute” Zeke said, “But you didn’t really answer my question”. 

“Quit interrogating her Zeke” Eren snapped, hand gripping around his glass. 

“Is it a crime to be curious? Damn. Your crazy behavior really isn’t helping your case” The blonde said with a chuckle. If looks could kill, Zeke would be on fire right now. 

“Eren, it's fine. Let’s just eat dinner” You said quietly, meaning for only him to hear but his brother laughed. 

“Yeah, Eren, it’s all good fun,” Zeke said with a grin. He knew exactly what buttons he was pushing. Carla attempted to save the evening, asking Eren about his job promotion to change the subject. As you were finishing eating and listening to Eren tell his story about his last business trip with Armin, you felt the fingers of his left hand grazing along the hem of your dress, delving beneath it to rub his middle and index finger against your clothed clit. You nearly jolted out of your seat, nails sinking into his arm below the table. Your cheeks bloomed with heat as you felt your panties beginning to get wet, his touches alternating between hard presses and feather like circles sending your heart racing. You felt so bare, being touched like this in such an intimate family setting making your shame skyrocket. Especially when you made eye contact with his brother. It felt like your blood flashed cold, then extremely hot as his grey eyes sparked. He knew. He knew exactly what Eren was doing to you, whether it was the flush on your cheeks or the barely restrained tears of frustration on your lash line, you weren’t sure. The blonde man across from you scratched at his beard, casually his napkin from beside his plate and leaning down to grab it, no doubt getting an eyeful of Eren’s fingers working you over your panties. He came back up with a smirk, that smile making you almost nervous. You turned to Eren to stop him, hand desperately trying to hold his fingers still, but you noticed as you looked at him that he was staring right at his brother as his father began a story about his day at the hospital. Eren didn’t care that his brother saw, honestly probably liked knowing that it wasn’t exactly a secret that you were about to cum on his fingers in the middle of his mothers dining room. But just as you were about to reach your peak he pulled away, pressing a light kiss to your temple. Of course his ‘no teasing’ rule didn’t apply to him. The atmosphere seemed so much thicker now, Eren and Zeke sharing tense, knowing looks as their father prattled on about a surgery no one cared about, you squirming subtly in your seat as your clit throbbed. 

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom” You said, getting up from the table probably quicker than you should have. 

“Oh, of course. It’s upstairs. The second door on the left” Carla said. You said a quiet thank you and headed for the stairs, Eren squeezing your hand as you walked away. You just wanted a minute to cool off. Just a moment to gather your sanity back, but not three minutes in the bathroom and Eren was opening the door, closing it behind him and cornering you against the counter. 

“I’m glad I didn’t find you touching yourself” He said, hands skimming up your sides then back down to your ass. “Being a good girl just like I told you”.

“Of course, Daddy. I’d never disappoint you” You said, the blush spreading fresh in your cheeks as he looked down at you with such a loving gaze.

“I know you wouldn’t” He cooed, pressing a hot kiss to your lips before pulling away and putting you up on the counter, “I think you deserve a little reward”. You gasped as he knelt down to the tile floor, pulling your dress up around your hips.

“Eren!” You exclaimed as he dragged his tongue up the crotch of your panties, “your parents and brother are downstairs”. 

“As long as you are quiet, Baby, it won’t be a problem” He said calmly, hooking the wet fabric between his fingers and pulling them to the side. You had to cover your mouth to stop the moan that threatened to spill out as his tongue slid between your folds, circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth with a groan. 

“Y-you know Zeke was w-watching us” You panted as he pressed a finger inside of you. Your eyes clenched shut as he hooked a finger into the soft spot inside of you. 

“Still am”. You froze, eyes shooting open at the voice in the doorway. 

“You know Eren, it's rude to eat dessert up here when your mother made a cake downstairs” Zeke said, slipping in past the door and closing it behind him, the lock clipping shut. That’s when it clicked that Eren had never locked the door in the first place. 

“And it’s rude to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, like under the table in my fiance’s underwear” Eren said with a soft laugh.

“Shouldn’t have such a pretty girl then” Zeke said, stepping over to the side of the counter next to you and laying a hand against your thigh. “Makes me want to steal her for myself”. 

“As if you could” Eren scoffed, pulling a moan from your throat as he gave your clit one last suck before standing up between your legs. 

“I’m confused” You said, your eyes going between the two handsome brothers as they looked at you with amusement. 

“Nothing to be confused about Angel, we just want to have some fun” Eren said with a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I mean. I thought you hated each other” You insisted, watching in confusion as they both grinned at each other. 

“Yeah well, Dad wants us to get along. And we want to piss off Dad. We’ve been at the scheme for years” Zeke said nonchalantly. Like it wasn’t just slightly sociopathic. 

“We couldn’t let you in on our little secret and have you blow it for us” Eren insisted, “But you’re daddy’s good girl and won’t say a word. Will you?”. You contemplated for a moment, heart thudding in your chest as Eren began peppering kisses down your neck, across your collar bones, and back up the other side. 

“No Daddy” you finally whispered quietly, a squeak spilling from your mouth as he tugged your earlobe between his teeth. 

“That’s my good girl. Now get down and bend over”. 

“Looking so fucked out already, he just put in, you slut” Zeke said as he thrust his cock between your lips, the sound of Eren’s hips snapping against yours echoing around the room. The lewd sounds squishing from your cunt were loud enough as you tried desperately to keep any sounds in, garbled groans escaping around the thick cock in your throat every now and then as Eren pounded against the soft spot inside that had your breath catching. 

“You're my good little slut, aren’t you Baby?” Eren groaned, his fingers digging into your waist, his strong hands the only things keeping you up off your knees. You choked as Zeke jammed his cock farther into your mouth, moaning as your tongue curled around him. 

“God If I could get my cock sucked this good everyday, I’d put a ring on her too” The blonde panted. 

“Feel so good, Baby. Gonna fill you up” Eren groaned, one hand sliding down to rub your clit. It felt like you were going to crumble, your knees shaking and thighs burning from the exertion. Zeke refrained himself from gripping into your hair, wanting this to be covered up as easily as possible and figured your hair in knots wouldn’t be very conspicuous. 

“I’m gonna cum, Princess, Can she take it down her throat?” Zeke asked, his cock beginning to twitch against your tongue. 

“You think I’d marry her without training her?’ Eren said with an incredulous laugh, thrusting just that much harder into your gushing pussy. That was all the permission his brother needed to pull you flush against him, burying your nose in his pubes as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into your stomach with a choked off groan.

“That’s right baby, taking our cocks so well. I’m gonna eat your pussy till the sun comes up when we get home” Eren moaned into your ear, thrusts growing shallow as you clenched around him so hard he could barely move. Zeke pulled away, tucking his cock back into his pants and putting three fingers in your mouth, pressing down against your tongue. 

“Suck my fingers, give you something else to moan around” He said with a smirk, grey eyes burning as he watched you come undone around his brother’s cock. Your orgasm would have been heard downstairs for sure, possibly even outside. Black spots popped in your vision as you felt Eren’s fingers grip around you tighten, hot cum filling you up until your belly was warm and you couldn't breathe without feeling it inside of you. 

“They’re probably where we disappeared off to” Eren said, pulling in gasping breaths between his teeth. 

“Maybe you two. I covered my tracks and told Dad I was grabbing my old baseball binder from my room” Zeke said, smoothing his hair back and straightening his shirt, “Meet you downstairs for a cold shoulder goodbye?”. 

“Be there in just a minute” Eren said with a grin, popping your panties back into place to keep his cum trap right against your cunt. When the bathroom door shut behind him, you whirled around to face your fiance, smacking a hand against his chest as he laughed. 

“I’m so glad you find this amusing. Making me a whore for you and your brother in your parents house” you said, fighting a smile as he pulled you against him and playfully pressed kisses against your face. 

“You had fun and you know it” He smiled, his emerald eyes glittering like the sun was behind his pupils. 

“I know that that was embarrassing” You said with a sigh, grabbing toilet paper to fix your smeared lipstick. 

“Come on Angel” Eren whispered against your ears, hand pressing against your panties so that a drop of cum oozed down your thigh. “A little debauchery never hurt anyone”.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

The Cleaners Princess Kenny Omega smut

Summary: Olivia Jackson was the bullet clubs Princess, Kenny’s Princes. When she got hurt and had to put up here boots he and Kenny broke up. Now she’s back, and he and Kenny have some feelings.

Warning: Daddy kink, smut, some power kink I think, hair pulling, just generally nastiness. 

Olivia POV

3 years. It had been three years since I made a mistake in a match. Three years since I was carted out of the Tokyo dome on a stretcher. Three years since I had to retire from the sport I loved more than anything.

I couldn't get these thoughts out of my head as I drove down the road to Daileys place. I had finally gotten cleared to get back in the ring, and just in time for a huge moment on my brothers new company AEW. I turned into the parking lot of the event, and no one was out there. For a better surprise factor I was going to show up after the show already started. I found a parking spot and pulled my phone out, sending a quick text to Matt so he knew I was here.

I leaned my head forward a bit, letting it rest on the steering wheel. Was I really ready to get back in the ring? I practically jumped out of my skin when there was a knock on the window. I looked over to see Matt laughing causing me to role my eyes. I got out of the car, crossing my arms over my chest. "Really Matthew?"

"Oh calm down, it was funny." He said winking at me. "You got your bag?"

"Ya, I'm the back." I did heading around to the trunk to open it. As I pulled out my bag I looked over at Matt. "Where's my other half?"

"Fucked up his knee during our match earlier tonight. He should be fine, but we had to change the finish tonight a bit." He explained as he took my bag from me.

"You know I can carry my own shit right?" I asked as we walked to the back door.

"You sure? You couldn't back in Japan."

"That was a gimmick. You know me, living the gimmick." I joked poking his side.

"Ya, your the best at Playing entitled little sister. You kept it up even after you stopped wrestling." He said making me huff.

"That's not fair, I'm not even the youngest."

"Ya, but your the youngest of yourself, me, and Nick." He pointed out.

"Me and Nick were born the same day!"

"There was like a 5 minute difference." My head swung around to see one of my closest friends Adam page.

"What's up cowboy?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest as we stopped to talk to him.

"The sky."

"No shot Sherlock."

"Liv, watch your language." Matt mumbled shaking his head. If you went off of looks allow you would know me, Matt, and Nick were all related, but I acted so different then them. I drank about as much as Adam, and often would swear like a sailor. The only thing I had in common with them was wrestling really.

"Well I should probably get going. Got to get ready for the big night" I said winking at Adam as I turned to follow Matt down the hall.

"The Doc brought Nick back to the room before you got here, and you can get ready in here." He explained before pushing open the door. Nick is sat on the couch with his leg up, Karl was standing talking to Gallows, but Gallows wasn't looking at me. I smiled and put my finger up to my lips, telling Nick and Karl to stay quiet. Nick chuckled, and shook his head.

"Hey Matt." Karl said, clearly trying not to laugh as I snuck up behind him. I ran a few steps and jumped onto his back.

"GALLOWS!" I yelled as my arms wrapped around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He surged forward in surprised, his arms flying out to steady him.

"Olivia!" He said surprised as he looked at me over his shoulder. I smiled at him giggling.

"Hi." He just chuckled at me and grabbed under my knees and hoisted me up so it was more of a piggyback.

"Sometimes I wonder how your related to those to." Karl said laughing.

"I still don't think she is." Matt said rolling his eyes. I simply smiled as I jumped down from Gallows back (witch is pretty far), landing with a slight thud.

"Well, I've seen almost everyone. Where's Kenny?" I asked looking around the room, and I could feel the mood shift to uncomfortableness. I rolled my eyes at their nervousness. Me and Kenny has been dating back in Japan, I had even been known as 'The Cleaners Princess'. When I got hurt we tried the long distance, but it simply didn't work out. We split up, but we never hated each other. I still saw him when he came to see Matt and Nick in California.

"Really guys? It's been more then 2 years. Besides, I'll have to see him regularly if I'm going to be working with you again." I reminded them.

"We know. He will show up with Don at some point, it's normal to have him show up late." Nick explained as I nodded.

"Ok. I'm gonna go get changed, do my makeup, all that good shit." I said walking over to the bathroom they had. Once inside I locked the door and pulled my sweatshirt off. I did the same with my shirt and bra, but paused as I looked in the mirror. I had a couple nasty scars on my body from surgeries over the years.

My fingers traced over the small tattoo on my side. 'Livin the dream' was written in small black letters. Most of it was covered by even ring gear, so no one else knew it was there. Except of course Kenny. A dare one night after I drank a considerable amount, also the night me and Kenny got together.

I pulled myself away from the thought as I reached into my bag grabbing another bra, and my crop top version of a young Bucks tee shirt. I pulled my sweat pants I had worn here off, and pulled the ripped jeans on. The fans had always called my crazy Jackson, witch matched that I was always the 'wild child'. I then pulled out my old leather jacket. It was cold and smooth, just like the last time I put it on. I had never dared to where it out of wrestling. On the back the word 'Princess' was spelt out in light pink letters that had a look of being attached badly. I loved it. It's Time to put on a show.

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"What's the drunkest thing you've ever done?" Kenny asked both of us sitting on the couch in his room after drinks with the guys.

"Honestly? Probably my tattoo." I answered.

"Tattoo?"

"Ya, don't you remember? On my side. I got it the night we got together." I said pointing to my left side.

"I'm gonna be honest I only remember certain parts of it." He confused taking a sip of water.

"So, how as Kenny Omega been? Nice to see the cleaner back." I said shifting a bit and pishimg at the lose hair that had come out of the ponytail.

"Why does everyone keep saying the cleaners 'back'?! I've always been him!"

"Probably just waiting for the mean ruthless Kenny. I mean, you were the guy who would do what it took to win, and you did that against Mox." I shrugged.

"I guess really that the cleaner kinda died off when you left." He admitted. "I mean, I had put a lot of time in making us the 'power couple' of the wrestling world."

"Lest be honest, we were the hottest couple. Plus I bet people are already wondering on twitter." I said pulling my phone out to open twitter. I had about a million notifications and as I clicked through them until I found one that stopped me. It read: Kenny's princess is back!! I bet she's calling his daddy tonight 😉

I felt a blush creep up my neck, and practically jumped when I felt Kenny's breath on my neck. "Well look at that. You were right." I'm sure it could look like he was just reading the tweet for the hell of it, but I could hear the change in his voice. I get his hands on my waist as he turned me towards him, our faces inches apart.

"I don't think I told you how much I've missed seeing you in the ring." He whispered, thumbs rubbing at my sides. "Did you miss me?"

"Depends on the part." I whispered, my hand moving up to his hair, and I gripped it lightly. "I missed playing with your long hair," I let my hands move along his arms to his fingers, "I've missed your muscle, and these fingers." I mumbled running my hand on them. "And I've course this." I whispered as o reached down and palmed his dick, and I could feel it was rock hard.

He groaned out and pulled me into a rough kiss that had our teeth clashing together. We continued to make out as my hands went back to his hair, pulling lightly now and again. When he finally pulled away we were both breathing heavily. "You know your a teas right?"

"What do you mean?" I asked turning my head in confusion.

"This damn jacket. Last I checked you were The Cleaners Princess anymore." He whispered in his rough voice. He leaned forward a bit to nip at my neck.

"Maybe I miss being your princess."

"Well, I may just have some great news, there is an audition for that exact spot." He whispered pulling jacket from my shoulders slowly.

"What do I have to do?"

'Make the king feel good." I knew immediately what that meant, and slid from the couch to the ground letting out a small sound of pain when I hit the ground. "Careful babe. You will be making those sounds a bit later."

I reached forward and undid his pants and with his help pulled his jeans and boxers. His length stood tall and hard in front of me, the head an angry red. I looked up at him as he gave me a nod and I reached forward. As my hand wrapped around he moaned out. I ran my hand up and down it a bit before Kenny grabbed me by the hair. You better get sucking baby."

He lead me with my hair as my mouth wrapped around his tip. I recognized the taste, witch caused me to moan out, making him moan from the feeling. He lead me up and down for a bit, and I could feel him trying not to thrust up. "Fuck it." He mumbled pulling me off him and yanking me to his lap. He reached up and didn't even Try taking my shirt and bra off before he just ripped it. "Get your god damn pants off." He growled into my ear. I stood up quickly pulling them off, and when I looked back Kenny was waiting.

I crawled back into his lap, making him hold my hips. "Rode me slut." He whispered, making me shudder. He hadn't prepared me at all, so as I snuck down I could tell I was tight, but clearly didn't care. Once I bottomed out is at for a moment, trying to catch my breath. He leans forward his breath on my ear. "Bounce bitch."

Immediate I started riding him like I would die if I stoped. "Fuck, Kenny!" I moaned as I bounced. I get his mouth take one of my buds into his mouth as he sucked harshly.

"Let's use the right name. You've done this before." He said sternly. I could feel my climax coming, and knew he wouldn't let me off that easy.

"Fuck Daddy! I'm so close please!" I moaned as I tried to keep up my pace, slamming down on his Enyo match his thrust.

"Fuck do it princess." He encouraged making me shudder as I came. My body practically going limp. He pushed me forward off of his lap to the ground and positioned his dock in my face as he started to jerk off. I watched as he got closer, and stuck out my tongue as he came all over my face. Neither of us moved for a moment before Kenny pulled my back up, my legs shaking as I got up. He reached over and grabbed some blanket and used it to wipe us both off.

"House keeping is going to hate you." I mumbled my eyes already feeling heavy.

"I think I'll survive." He said pulling me closer. Did this mean we still liked each other? I pushed the thought away, just wanting Kenny to hold me as I slept.

AN: I really liked writing this and though about make a full series about it. Would any read it if I did?

[missgirlnoname]

I DO NOT SHARE WHAT IS MINE

Anakin Skywalker x Naive!Reader

WARNINGS: smutty?, rough Anakin, manipulation, masturbation, forced orgasm, daddy kink, choking kink, slightly young reader¡.

HEADS-UP: This is my first time writing anything remotely...inappropriate, per se. I am sorry if it’s not to great, but I’m trying my best. I feel so wrong for wanting to read let alone write fanfics like these, but I can’t help it! LORD FORGIVE ME

ANOTHER NOTE: I will say with complete honesty, that I have only watched the Star Wars films because I have an unhealthy obsession with Hayden Christensen. So some things I write may seem a little off and I’m sorry for that. Because I don’t have a full notion on everything Star Wars related, unless it’s Star Wars-anakin related.

(If you’d like to get to the “somewhat smutty” part of this story, then simply skip to where it says smut up ahead. This is quite long. I won’t judge you. 😏)

SUMMARY: (y/n) has a heated argument with her Jedi Master: Anakin skywalker, right before dinner time. Upset and emotionally drained, (y/n) leaves him, and heads to lunch on her own, meeting a friendly new padawan on the way. They take quite a liking to each other. Far to much a liking for anakin. He plans to show (y/n) just how much. Nobody gets in the way of anakin and what is his. Nobody.

(Y/N) POV:

“ Are you being serious right now!”

“Deadly.” He hissed.

“Until you learn how to properly yield that weapon in your belt; take my commands and respect me. You will not be accompanying me on any missions, is that understood!” Master skywalker, chided at you.

No response. You only glared intently at him, your fists trembling at your sides. Chest heaving eradically with a blind fury. You couldn’t believe this man!

“I said is that understood, young padawan!” He asked once more, his voice rising. Glaring right back at you with the same intensity.

You continued to stare at him defiantly.

This seemed to only further his anger, he narrowed his eyes as they darkended. You suddenly felt nervous. He began toward you from across the room in a quick fashion. Your heart began to race rapidly.

Would he hurt you? You thought.

No he-he wouldn’t...would he?

Not a moment before you could collect your thoughts, there he was. Right in front you. Towering over your small frame. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. So intense.

“Answer me now, (y/n).” He growled. You’d never made your master this angry. He growled at you like a ferocious beast. Now, all confidence once instilled, had quickly evaporated, you felt very small.

“I understand...” a whisper.

“I couldn’t quite hear you?” Master replied, with an eerie calm, for someone who seemed like they were too burst in a fiery rage only seconds ago. You looked down at the ground, defeated.

“I said I understand.” Loud and clear, he heard you.

But he needed to hear it again.

“I understand, who? (Y/n).” Master skywalker, asked once more. You then felt pressure beneath your chin. His thumb and forefinger gripped it gently, bringing your head upward to face his hard gaze.

Sighing, you finally said what he wanted to hear. How he wanted to hear it.

“Yes. I understand, master skywalker.” You replied gingerly.

A wide grin spread across his angelic face.

“That’s more like it. This little attitude of yours is only a faze, and I realize that. But there is point where it is expected and tolerable, and when it is you simply doing all you can to get on my nerves and defy me on everything I ask of you. I don’t tolerate such insolence little girl.”

As he said this, his grin had completely vanished, turning into a stoic expression. However, his eyes remained dark and dangerous, black as night.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of him at this very moment. He’d feel it either way. But as scared as you were, that anger had slowly began to resurface. As you remembered everything he had said on your way back from a meeting with the council. Every harsh dig, every patronizing word. You glared at him once again, holding eye contact for a few more deafening seconds; then ripped out of his grasp, making your way out of the room. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your back as you walked away.

‘Asshole���

You knew he’d heard your thoughts. But you didn’t care.

...

You were heading towards the dining hall, still quite irritable over the dispute you and your master had only minutes ago. As you walked down the empty corridor, you suddenly felt like you were not alone. You turned to your right, then your left. But there was not a soul in sight. Simply, you let it roll of your shoulder. That is until you felt a large hand wrap around your your waist, while another clamped over your mouth.

Yank!

You felt yourself being pulled back by something or someone. All you could do was try to wriggle out of their grasp, your cries of help muffled by your captors large hand. Squealing and squirming against this unknown being. Unknown, that is, until a burst of hearty laughter erupted into the air. The hands that once held you, realeased you from their hold.

You whirled around, anger written all over your face. But as you looked at the stranger before you, it somehow seemed to fade away.

“Oh my stars! You should have seen *panting* you should have seen your face!” The stranger, a boy, possibly around your age; said through gasps.

After a few moments his laughter died down, and he composed himself. Standing straight, and adjusting himself, he then held his hand out toward you. As if expecting you to take it after he nearly gave you a heart attack.

“If that is the way you normally introduce yourself to someone, I’d hate to see how you excuse your self from a conversation.” You commented squinting at the young boy, while still debating on whether you’d shake his hand or not.

He smiled a soft smile. His eyes twinkled in the light. His fair skin quite flawless, and a fluffy nest of golden locks sat atop his head. He looked warm and inviting. Yet you still denied him the pleasure of knowing who you were. Seeing as you were still annoyed that he snatched you up and whisked you away, out of sight from others; to get you alone, as a way of saying ‘hello, who are you’

Huffing, you rolled your eyes, twisted right around, and attempted to walk away. Forgetting all about dinner, you just wanted to return to your quarters.

But of course, that wasn’t to happen. Nope not at all.

“Wait! Look, I’m sorry. I realize that was quite wrong of me to do. I had no right to grab you the way I did. Seeing as to you have no clue who I am, nor I you. But I’d like to get to know who you are.” The boy explained, frantically trying to catch up with you, as you were already halfway down the hall.

“My name is Roman. I’m master yoda’s new apprentice. I arrived here from tattooine not long ago.” The boy called Roman, continued on.

You on the other hand, went treading along quietly, not serving him a second glance.

“Please don’t hold any grudge against me, I’d really like to think I’d make at least one good friend here.” He pleaded.

Nothing.

You heard a defeated sigh, and footsteps beginning to drift away from yours. You couldn’t help but turn back the slightest, watching the disappointed boy walk away, slump shouldered. Taking a deep breath in, you let out a sigh, having no idea you were holding it in.

“It’s (y/n).” You finally said.

Roman turned back around, and a small smile slowly crept unto his face.

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A FEW DAYS LATER...

(Time Skip yes, because I drag)

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered

“No, I completely agree with you, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Roman replied.

The two of you had snuck into a forbidden area of the Jedi temple. No one was allowed back there. However, the two of you had been doing this for a few days now. You’d both bring along snacks, blankets and pillows; just to lounge around. Away from responsibility, away from everyone.

But it wouldn’t be as great, if it wasn’t a challenge going back every time. What with many droids keeping guard of the place. Pulling little stunts, throwing objections, and creating foolish distractions to get by. And it’d worked each time.

You too had arrived to your “spot” but what you found was displeasing to say the least.

All of your snacks, knocked over and scattered around the floor. Your pillows were slashed right down the middle, with what could only have been a lightsaber. The little lights you had hung up on the ceiling where ripped away, swinging back and forth, the ends brushing against the ground. It was a complete mess. You looked over at Roman, who was just as nervous and as stunned as you were.

“Force, we are in so much-“

“Trouble? why yes you are.”

Your eyes widened as you felt your stomach drop. You knew exactly who’s voice that was. Fear had overtaken your body.

I’m really in for it now. You thought.

You have no idea. You heard him that chilling voice speak through the force.

Both You and Roman had slowly turned towards the direction in which, the voice you knew to well, had come from. There, in all his intense glory, stood Master skywalker. Your master. He stood towering over the two of you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, if you could cut the terrible tension with a knife, you certainly would.

hell.

You didn’t need a knife, your lightsaber would do just fine; anything to rid yourself of this moment. Master skywalker held a harsh gaze, intently staring directly at Roman. It seemed as if all his anger was directed only towards the poor boy. He continued this painfully one sided staring contest for what seemed like forever. Roman visibly trembling, doing everything he could to avoid meeting the furious dark ocean eyes, that bore holes into him. You could hear romans heavy breathing mixed with yours. You couldn’t handle the deafening silence in the room any longer. You looked directly at your master, and attempted to find the right words.

“Sir?” You quipped softly.

He ignored you, still staring at Roman. All his fury seemed to focus solely on the kid. He payed you know attention. You weren’t even their.

“Master, please look at me.” You tried for his attention once again. Still nothing.

“Master skywalker?”

Nothing.

“Please answer me.”

Nothing.

“This was not all his doing, I was an accomplice. I helped bring us here. I’m just as guilty as he is. And shall except my punishment accordingly.” You went on, hoping he’d look your way and hear you out.

Nothing.

“Master, I’m begging you. Please! Say something, anything. Curse at me, yell at me, tell me how much of an insubordinate childish brat I am. Something is better then your silence.” You pleaded, your voice going a bit hoarse.

Nothing.

You were just about ready to burst. You had enough. If you were childish, he was being as such, going along with this silent treatment.

“ANAKIN! ANSWER ME NOW! DO NOT IGNORE ME. YOUR ACTING LIKE A FOOLISH CHILD, FOR FORCE SAKE. I AM JUST AS RESPONCIBLE AS ROMAN FOR WHAT HAS GONE ON AROUND HERE. AND QUIT LOOKING AT HIM LIKE A MADMAN! YOU ACT AS IF WE HAVE COMMITED A TREASON. WE HAVE NOT! WE ONLY WANTED TO FIND A PLACE FOR US TO HANG OUT. IS THAT SO WRONG?

For the first time since we’ve all been here, he had taken his eyes off of Roman, and now looked over at you. The same amount of anger and intensity as he had with Roman, could not possibly compare with how he felt with you. You could see his eyes glaze over. But, with anger? I’m sure, but their was something else you couldn’t quite describe; as he stared you down. (GIF ABOVE)

“Leave..” he said, his voice must’ve dropped, because it seemed much deeper, much huskier than before.

Confusion was written all over both Your’s and Roman’s face. Leave? Just like that? After everything that has taken place. He’s just going to let us leave? You both look at each other, with equal skepticism. When a low chuckle breaks your thought process. You turn back toward Your Master. He looked at Roman once again with an icy glare, then slowly looked back at you.

“Oh? Did you think I meant you could leave?” He cooed mockingly at you.

“No-no-no! I meant him.” Master, added.

The boy stared bewilderedly at anakin. Still frozen in place, not really sure of what to do. Roman simply could not tell if he were serious or not. But you could.

“Leave now boy! or I’ll drag you out myself.” Master skywalker said, through gritted teeth. His rage quite clear now. Roman jumped slightly at his harsh tone. He turned toward you, seemingly asking you for permission without needing to say it out loud. You nodded. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You smiled weakly as you watched him slowly walk out of the room, careful not to meet anakins firey gaze. He then proceeded to have the doors slam shut harshly and lock. Finally looking back at you.

“And you. You won’t be going anywhere, anytime soon.”

( SOMEWHAT SMUTTY AHEAD)

“I truly am sorry, Master skywalker. I-.”

“Oh you will be, I’m certain of it.” Anakin cut you off.

Within a matter of seconds, you felt your small body collide against a wall. You groaned at the contact. A searing pain worked its way up your spine. You attempted to move, but were stopped abruptly as a pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders. Slamming you against the wall a second time. You hissed at the terrible pain consuming your body. Your eyes were screwed shut, head lolling back and forth; as you waited for the pain to disappear.

“You really know how to piss me off, don’t you little girl?” Anakin sneered at you. His face inches away from yours. “Who do you think you are, huh? Going around with that boy. Disrespecting me in front of that boy! Not using my proper title?, no such right was given.” Anakin growled. You looked him in the eyes, shaking with fear. They had darkened tremendously, and had once again glazed over. With what? You still weren’t sure of. “I only did that to get you to pay attention to what I had to say.” You attempted to speak through quivering lips. “Well, you certainly have my attention now, don’t you?” He snidely replied; his face even closer than before. You could feel his minty hot breath brush against your face. You needed to get away from him, you attempted to break free, which in turn, had him grab hold of your wrists and pin them at your sides. “Please master, let-let go.” You stuttered. “No I don’t think I will, (y/n).” Replied anakin, with a nasty grin. He then dragged a long finger, sliding it down passed your cheek bone, ever so slowly. Until he placed it on your lower lip, rubbing it gently.

What is he doing? You thought.

A smirk spread across anakins glorious features. “You see my dear apprentice, you’ve been a very bad girl, such behavior must be dealt with. You constantly disobey your master. You must learn to hold me with the utmost respect. Right here, right now. You will follow my every order. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir-master skywalker.” You corrected yourself.

That devilish grin had reappeared unto anakin’s face. He enjoyed you like this. At his mercy, following his every order. The control he now possessed of you, was exhilarating. You continued to pant heavily, afraid to look him in the eyes once more. He had you under a magnifying glass, squirming. And he loved it.

“One more thing. You will not converse with that boy any longer, do you hear? He will not talk to you, he will not go anywhere near you. Is that understood.” He added, his voice cold and unfeeling. You looked up at him.

“What! But-“ No Buts.” He interrupted.

“You are mine and mine alone. I do not like to share (y/n).” He hissed, one of his hands coming to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze. Your eyes widened. What’s going on? You thought. Anakin laughed, it was as beautiful a hearty laugh as Romans. But it was dark. Nasty. An “up to no good” kind of laugh.

“ these are mine” he rubbed your upper lip, then bottom lip softly. before planting a soft yet searing kiss upon them. Stunning you.

“These are mine.” His hand slid down passed your neck, stopping right at the top of your small, but firm breasts. Giving one a light squeeze, you squeal at the sudden touch. Anakin grinned at this. His hand continued its journey downward, running past your stomach, to your hips; reaching around to grab at your bottom, roughly squeezing it. You continued to stare dumbfoundedly at him. His dark eyes bore into your light ones. His grin had completely fallen into a serious expression, biting his lip, then releasing it slowly from between his teeth.

“this is fucking mine.” Growling, his hand released your ass, reached around the front and brought his hand to cup your mound. Panic set it in, breathing heavily, you managed to push your master away from you. You stumbled forward, a bit dazed and completely confused. You felt heat radiate off of your body, but it didn’t seem to be of anger. It seemed to come from your womanhood. The heat was pooling in your panties?

I-I don’t understand. Force, what is going on?!

“I’ll show you.”

You then felt anakin pull you roughly towards him again. Your back now flush against his lean, well built frame. You could feel his arm wrap around your chest; while the other held your hips, hard. You could feel his fingers digging harshly into you. Even through your robes, you felt his nails pierce your soft flesh. Wincing and whimpering. You wanted to go back to your room, you wanted him to leave you alone. Yet you didn’t want to lose the warmth his body brought to you.

“Please anakin. Leave me alone.” You pleaded softly.

You then felt a strange feeling. A very strange feeling, in your lower abdomen. You felt pressure, a pressure that made you feel good. It slowly stimulated you.

“What are you doing, ani-

Harder

A gasp elicited from your lips. Your hips bucked slightly at the feeling.

“That’s master to you, slut.” He hissed into your ear.

Slut?

Anakin’s deep throaty chuckle in your ear, vibrated along your body. The pressure building up much quicker than before; an odd sound left your lips.

Harder.

Faster.

Another sound, much louder then before, had your face flushing in embarrassment. Why does that keep happening?

“Because your enjoying this. Go on, moan for me baby.” Anakin, cooed. The pressure increased rapidly and you began feeling some sort of knot in your stomach. It tightened, and tightened. You thought something might be wrong with you.

“Master, s-stop, I-I- don’t feel right.” You whined, trying to free yourself once again. But the more you struggled, the more the odd sensation built up. You began squirming, doing everything you could to stop what ever was to happen.

“It’s alright, Come on baby girl. Cum. Cum for daddy.” Anakin growled once again.

“Wha- I- don-.” Your incoherent babble only seemed to fuel whatever had its hold on you further. You felt as if you were hyperventilating, your chest heaving up and down. Gasps and moans fell from your mouth at every second. You then felt another kind of pressure. Around your neck. Anakin had wrapped his hand around your throat.

Is he going to kill me?

another deep throaty chuckle.

After a few more seconds, your legs began to shake, your muscles all seemed to tighten. The pressure was unbearable.

“Cum for me, Angel. Daddy wants you to cum.” He whispered huskily into my ear, giving it a little nibble. His hand still wrapped around your throat, giving it a slightly harder squeeze. And that was it. You felt everything shatter within you. Vision a blur of white light. A sound so unflattering to your ears shot out of you.

“Fuck.” Anakin groaned. Did he enjoy that too?

Your breathing had slowly gone back to normal, beads of sweat glistened along your face. Then, you fell limp. Absolutely numb, weak as if your very life force had been sucked right out of you. Anakin laughed at this, while he ran his fingers through your hair, and planted a soft kiss to your temple.

“You did wonderfully, angel.” He complimented you. You couldn’t help but smile. As for what you did wonderfully, you still didn’t know.

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A/N: oh my god! It was so long, I literally drag and I’m so sorry for that! Again, this isn’t written that well, I know. I don’t know to much about how to write “dirty” nor am I good at dirty talk. I literally stepped out of my comfort zone, adding in a few curse words 👏. But oh well. I hope you somewhat liked this. I really wanted to help feed the thirsty anakin community. 😂

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- What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Karasuno edition -

Obviously these aren’t meant to be taken too seriously lol. I’ll probably make this into a series at some point where I include the other teams idk this took me way too long to do JWIDJQENWKJQFN WE’LL SEE. ENJOY! <3

2D men are infinitely superior I said what I said.

Hinata: 

A sucker for motivational speeches or quotes and they always get you hyped up.

Very ambitious and positive despite frequently getting lost in life

Not as innocent as you seem but still a cinnamon roll lololol

You probably eat fruit as a regular snack n ppl judge you for it

Highkey a dumbass but in a very endearing way so people can’t help but like you

Summer is probs ur fave season

Definitely own several plushies and definitely get defensive about it

The friend people go to when they need cheering up.

You either go to bed at 8pm or 3am no in between.

Your texting style consists of several messages as opposed to one paragraph/sentence with the use of MANY emojis.

You 100% fuck with pineapple on pizza. 

Got your head stuck in a cat flap that one time.

Have a hella low alcohol tolerance or don’t drink at all.

Hella clueless when it comes to people flirting with you, they have to hold a neon sign in front of you for you to get the message

“Oh you were flirting with me?” “I was every day for 5 months but thanks for finally noticing”

Definition of a tab hoarder, your pc/laptop frequently crashes because it can’t handle that many but you refuse to get rid of any.

Always get toothpaste stains on your shirt no matter how careful you are.

“Wait we had homework???”

Nishinoya:

You often get random bursts of energy outta nowhere or at 2am and have no clue how to handle it 

You can’t help but head bang and scream the lyrics to your fav songs.

Probably have a hella diverse music taste.

Likely an active/outdoorsy person who either does sports or wants to.

Vvv loyal, type of friend you can call in the middle of the night and you’ll be there.

Chaotic good or Chaotic neutral.

You’re either one of the most responsible people in the room or one of the most fuckin chaotic and irresponsible lmao no in between it just depends on your mood.

Frequently pull all nighter’s and doesn’t even feel guilty about it

Chug soda like it’s water.

An extrovert or one of those introverts that are bat-shit once you actually get to know them.

You have zero shame, can and will run across the street stark naked for a cheeseburger and a can of sprite.

Like fuck yeah who wouldn’t for a burger and some sprite y’know??

Despite being a whirlwind you are actually a hella chill person to have as company.

You own a skateboard or want to.

Own at least one pair of converses or vans.

Probably have a bucket list or tons of future plans for travelling/adventures stored in your head.

You really want a dog and would call it something like Dexter or Human Destroyer 9000.

Likely have had several hair colour phases.

A slut for doritos.

You ate glue once as a kid and it was kinda okay and that fact still haunts you.

Tanaka:

Listen to rap more than any other genre and ur playlist is fire

Punched dry wall that one time

Probably have several piercings and plan on getting more

Prefer sports bras to regular ones.

Intimidates outsiders but your friends don’t take you seriously in the slightest lmaoaoaooa

Ppl find it hard to approach you but you’re actually super chill so you get sad 

Definition of that Kanye meme “before you talk to me” >:( “after you talk to me” :)

Probably don’t trust people easily

Type of person that once you’re challenged/dared to do something they WILL do it regardless of how stupid bc you hate being called a pussy.

Went through a phase where you only listened to Eminem.

Probably is/was the class clown or wished they were.

You have virtually no patience and a pretty short temper lmao.

You’re a go-getter and hate being told you can’t do something

Definitely snuck out the house several times as a teen.

Walks barefoot outside a lot bc fuck shoes lol

The pairs of shoes you do own are mostly worn down sneakers you refuse to swap out.

You’re that asshole that wears socks with holes in for the sport of it and it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. (dw I do too lmaooao)

Could probably bench press someone’s dad

Enjoy’s drinking coffee.

Kageyama:

Such a picky eater bitch god damn.

Usually hella hydrated and judge people that don’t drink enough water.

Eats spoonfuls of chocolate nesquik powder when no one is looking I said what I said

You like stoic and Tsundere guys who have the outer emotional capacity of a brick wall.

You’re probably the same in that sense and don’t enjoy letting people know what you’re thinking/feeling

Poker face 90% of the time

Type of person to pretend not to find a joke funny but then crumble and start crying with laughter.

Probs an introvert

Once when someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas you responded “to be left the fuck alone” and it still applies to this day.

like fr you just wanna be left alone man but ppl keep bothering you.

You HATE it when people tell you to smile and quite literally take it as an insult.

Your bedtime is 9pm and you stick by it religiously 

Always smell really good like damn what you got on??

The most you do with your hair if it’s long enough is throw it in a pony tail and call it a day.

Either have really nicely manicured nails or you’v chewed them down to the nub no in between.

You hate to admit it but you doubt yourself a lot and it really frustrates you.

Probably wet the bed a lot as a kid and you’re still salty about it.

lololol bed-wetter Kags lover

Audibly snorted typing that I’m sorry.

Probably had a ._. face reading that since ur usually hella unamused.

Cute awkward dork though behind that facade it’s just most people don’t see it.

So critical of yourself like chill

An earth sign or an Aquarius idc.

Do not know how to reciprocate a hug but desperately need one

When people flirt with you you somehow manage to make them intimidated with your responses and scare them off.

You called your teacher “mum/dad” once and you get Vietnam flashbacks to this day.

Daichi:

You probably have a daddy kink and lowkey daddy issues with it

Very supportive friend who has a lotta patience

Hella determined and humble.

Mostly wear black because it’s just much easier than colour coordinating and plus you just prefer the simplicity, but you’re pretty vibrant as a person.

The one who stays sober at parties to drive the others home.

Probably haven’t been in many relationships but still do enjoy romance.

seems stern but is actually very friendly and enjoy company bc you don’t like spending too much time by yourself.

Honestly just wants to chill out, go to bed and read a book.

A coffee connessieur but mostly just drinks instant bc ur too lazy to make it properly and just drink it black.

Very reliable.

Often get stuck with most of the work during group projects lololol

People frequently ask you for the answers to the homework/assignment and it really depends on your mood and how charitable you’re feeling as to whether you’ll lend it to them

Low-key a sadist.

100% Old soul

Despite this you are a fuckin dork and have quite an immature but really funny sense of humour.

You have a thigh kink. 

Def grew up reading wattpad smut and most of ur sexual knowledge stems from that

probably prefer manga to animated versions

Absolute pro at winged eyeliner and looks v good in it.

Probably give lectures even without realising it.

Shamelessly watches the nature channel for hours on end and what of it.

Honestly just done with everyone’s shit lmao

Sugawara:

Either are the mom friend or the one the mom friend has to look after.

You vibe with pastel colours

Your fav season is either spring or autumn.

oversized hoodies and knitted sweaters are your vibe.

Enjoy drinking herbal tea

Likes the smell of rain and will purposely step outside after a storm and S N O R T the smell of damp concrete. (srry if ur from some dry ass place like nevada lmao it rains alot in the UK soooOOOoO)

Quiet but have a really creative imagination and has one HELL of a loud voice when they’re pissed off

like,, I wouldn’t dare get on ur nerves ion want my ear drums bursting damn.

Hoards flavoured chapsticks and scented lip gloss

Either did or still have your Harry Potter house in your bio and it was probably Hufflepuff.

Gives people advice that they are fully aware also applies to themselves but doesn’t follow it LMAO.

Listens to K-pop and several Korean and Japanese genres.

Played a dating sim once and you enjoyed it but ur still ashamed and refuse to ever talk about it.

Smells like lavender or something hella floral

Probably reads a lot of Yaoi and no one else knows but you.

Would 100% own a chinchilla

Read Killing Stalking and it messed you up for weeks.

Asahi:

The one who was trying to flirt for months and the other person never got the hint

Probably a really pretty crier and vibe with the mascara running aesthetic.

You tear up easily lol.

Probably a water sign.

Low-key a bad bitch though 

Looks really good in red lipstick

That one person who’s v attractive but completely unaware and v insecure.

That one friend who seems so soft and innocent but can turn into a banshee when need be.

Crying is your therapy.

You overthink a LOT and it often stops you from achieving what you want.

Actually have a lot of willpower despite ur sensitivity.

Was def a pushover as a kid and still have a chip on your shoulder about it.

Hella artsy and day dreams a lot.

You attract broken souls and often get turned to when people’s problems need fixing yet you’re a total mess yourself

Listens to Girl in red while questioning your sexuality

which you do a lot.

You hate being put in a box or labelled.

Gave up on that hobby that one time and you really wanna get back into it.

Always have at least one hair tie on your wrist that’s basically an accessory at this point.

Own a phat ass fish tank with hella pretty fishes bro it’s such a vibe say hi to Nemo for me.

Yamaguchi:

Too scared to ask for extra ketchup packets so you get your friend to ask instead.

Probably have anxiety.

The time you stuttered once when introducing yourself frequently gives you cringe attacks.

Major animal lover and prefers them to people.

Talked to a tree once and it was a pretty cool experience.

Wear a lot of pink or cute colours and radiate babi energy.

Likely wear skirts 

Wear those aesthetic planets necklaces and your tumblr is filled with space related art and themes.

Enjoy staring up at the clouds and figuring out what animal they are.

Has a lot of secrets that they probably tell to their cat.

dw ur cat isn’t a snitch they got you covered.

“meow”

yeah they definitely didn’t just try to reveal ur deepest traumas to your cousin.

If you don’t have a cat you probably would want one and would call it Mittens or sumn.

You’re whipped for freckles and anyone that has them instantly becomes 1000x more attractive to you

Either like 5′2″ or 5′10″ no middle ground

Definitely own a turtle or rabbit and if you don’t then you should.

Forgets your assignments but the professor lets you off because you’re so nervous they can’t scold you.

Oversleeps at least 2 times a week

Will not get up before 1pm on a weekend

Wall flower at parties but people still approach you bc you are so friendly and kind.

Social anxiety intensifies.

Always get’s called on in class when you haven’t been paying attention and it really troubles you.

Has a minimum of 3 blankets on your bed that you cocoon yourself in.

Tsukishima:

Your attracted to snarky assholes.

Sarcasm and insults are your form of flirtation and you get immediately turned off if they can’t take it or get upset.

Probably shy away from your feelings

Random flashbacks to embarrassing events frequently keep you up at night

Judge peoples fashion choices as they walk past you but actually have a really good eye for what works and what doesn’t.

You look like you have your shit together and you kinda do for the most part.

The quiet kid in class that’s listening to some loud ass screamo or rock n roll’ but ppl have no idea.

Definition of the glinting anime glasses pushed up your nose bridge cliche.

When you make a mistake you question all your knowledge and abilities but no one else knows that about you

Refuses to cry since you view your emotions as a personal weakness

If someone hugged you you’d get VERY uncomfortable.

Physical contact is not your forte

Probably a 5′0″ demon.

Would peg a man to assert dominance but you’re actually a lil bitch.

Knows the answer to the question they can’t solve.

Doesn’t study as much as they should but somehow still gets good grades.

Really likes french fries and the taste of strawberries.

Just wants to be left alone

Ennoshita:

The one friend that gets talked over and it really pisses you off but you’re too nice to say anything.

Seems really passive but can actually be hella confrontational when they wanna be

No tolerance for peoples bullshit 

Really stable and just an overall reliable person.

People often forget you’re in the room lmao but it’s okay you’d rather listen anyway.

Actually has a really interesting mind and a lot to say but mostly keep it to yourself unless they’re your friend

Answered for someone else in attendance a few years ago and it still bothers you.

People often come to you to vent and you’re chill with it

Don’t stand out much but honestly it doesn’t bother you

Can and will get through an entire book/series in a matter of 3 days.

Quite a minimalist and organised for the most part

You look like you have your shit together and you def do.

Have a controversial taste in pizza.

You have more acquaintances than friends but the ones you do are a v tight knit circle.

Will re take a quiz several times till you get the character you wanted

Radiate Virgo and Libra energy.

Kiyoko:

Type of person to say “step on me” as a way of complimenting and you mean it literally.

Both a sadist and masochist

When someone tells you their not interested it just makes you want them 100x more and it frustrates you why are you like this.

Doesn’t compliment often but when you do it’s really heartfelt.

Looks like your silently judging people but in reality you really couldn’t care.

Just kidding you low-key judge them anyway.

Very picky when it comes to partners.

Independent but has random hella clingy moments.

Despite being quiet, you are capable of roasting a bitch alive if they test your patience.

Like I would NOT wanna get on your bad side

You could deadass send them to therapy, their emotions fenna need some aloe vera for that burn.

Just really calm and relaxed tbh so people enjoy being in your company even though you don’t talk much.

When you do though it’s usually something really interesting or funny.

You just don’t see the point in talking if what your saying doesn’t hold any value??

You hate small talk and would rather slingshot yourself off a skyscraper than partake in it.

Your face is easy to read and you make no effort to hide it.

If your in a bad mood they WILL know.

Look like your plotting someones demise or questioning life’s theories but in reality you’re really just thinking bout what you want for dinner.

Honestly just a sweetheart tbh.

Low-key have a staring problem.

Has really neat and cursive handwriting like who tf taught you that.

Yachi:

Frequently says something then panics that it could be misinterpreted 

You overthink literally everything you have ever said and the actions you haven’t even committed yet

Really likes the taste of sherbet 

Could cut a bitch if they needed to

You spend most of your money at Urban Outfitters and don’t regret it.

have an assortment of colouring pencils that ppl always try and borrow and never give them back.

You highlight the shit outta your papers and never read them again.

Really like the smell of peaches

Probably have a v interesting earring collection.

Hoard water bottles in your room and you feel majorly guilty about it.

The taste of honey disgusts you but you eat it anyway for some reason.

Somehow managed to burn rice and solidify soup.

You shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen but you try your best regardless.

I feel like that applies to most things in your life

Like yeah you fucked it up but like you’re trying your best lol cmon

V tolerant of people but have zero time for fuckboys and shut them down instantly.

You frequently get the shakes from caffeine or anxiety

Or both.

You give really encouraging hugs.

Have no clue what you wanna do in life but it’s ok bby it’ll work out.

Takeda:

You’re a very underappreciated and underrated person and I love u

Probably an English/languages major

Really kind and outgoing but high-key mysterious

Actually has a phat fucking temper like damn where did that come from.

Won’t take no for an answer when you want to achieve something.

That one person people don’t realise is there listening to your conversations but you definitely are and now know Becky’s deepest darkest secret.

Fuck you, becky.

Wore contacts once and forgot to take them out for 3 days.

You wondered why your eyes were so itchy.

Your music taste does not match your appearance.

Probably watch a lot of crime shows and imagine you’re an investigator

Aced physics and chemistry.

More than likely an introvert with extrovert tendencies when you feel like it.

Actually quite temperamental but it’s okay since you’re a v genuine person.

Often debate getting a sugar daddy bc that income looking real tempting rn.

Honest to a fault at times but it’s something people come to appreciate about you.

Just really wanna sleep for 15 hours and sit in front of your laptop with some hot coco.

Ukai:

You like older men

The smell of tobacco and coffee low-key comforts you for some reason.

Peed in a bottle that one time while on a road trip and forgot to throw it out until you found it a week later.

You’re a slut for dyed hair and dudes with piercings.

You once got drunk and passed out on a spinning round-a-bout in a park and your friend still has pictures that you refuse to acknowledge.

Bi-curious and just radiate big Bi energy

Would experiment but you’re too hesitant.

Hates the taste of beer but drinks it anyway.

Just wants to be loved man I stg is that too much to ask.

Often wonder if your friends actually like you then realise you don’t really care anyway lmao.

You still love them though.

Tired of working over time and just wanna catch a break.

Amazon Prime is your best friend.

Random ass parcels comin thru’ each day and it feels like Christmas.

A very lonely and one-man party Christmas.

Stop spending your fucking paycheck.

Have a pretty dark/cynical but really funny sense of humour and you often make people laugh.

Have a big ass temper and people KNOW it.

Often fantasised about dropping out and becoming a stripper bc your patience was being TESTED.

Really likes money but who doesn’t tbh.

You radiate Chaotic Evil but keep it under wraps.

[demonhussy]

The things I’m into as a submissive have more to do with trust than masochistic desire, to be honest. Like, the kinks and fetishes I do desire, to be subject to, tend to be things I don’t really like in most regular situations.

And the fact that I have very little trust in most people, most of the time.

For example, shibari, or bondage in general, being tied up. Because I’m actually a little cleithrophobic. 

It’s the most ironic, now that I think about it. Under any other circumstance, the very thought of having my physical movements restricted makes me want to scream. Being confined, unable to move and stretch or break free. I feel a bead of anxiety in my chest just typing that.

And yet. If I think about being tied up, by Someone, whom I can feel safe with. That fills me with such pleasure.

Another example is anything to do with my face. I don’t like getting my face touched in general, especially if it’s sudden or without warning. I don’t mind a boop or poke from friends I trust. If just anyone slapped my face, even a playful pat - it’s an immediate rage trigger. You just. Do not fucking touch my face.

But good lord if I’m With someone and have that emotional and sexual, trusting bond, they can know the right moments just a firm pat on my cheek could put me right into subspace. 

Then there’s sensory deprivation. You couldn’t pay me enough to willingly get into like one of those float pods, therapeutic sensory deprivation things. It kind of ties in with the cleithrophobia, being shut into a small confined space, and in the dark too.

For me, it’s the deprivation of sight in particular. I used to be so scared of the dark, as a kid. I’m not anymore. But I don’t like being blindfolded, or if the lights suddenly go out and I’m in a dark room with other people I don’t know. I get disorientated so easily and panic. Also fucking hate jumpscares. It’s not even that jumpscares are scary, it’s more the suddenness. Like I don’t like being snuck up on, my siblings don’t do that anymore because my immediate response was always to Fight and I would hit real hard at whatever/whomever jumped out at me.

Buuut with someone I trust, in an intimate context. I love it. Being blindfolded, not knowing when, and where, the next touch will be,

Spit and saliva? Tongues? Disgusting. 

But also spit on me Daddy.

These aren’t things I could or would do with just anyone. In the past I guess I just needed to be stupid horny enough, but now that I’m older, I really do need that element of genuine trust. 

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You Give Love A Bad Name

You Give Love A Bad Name 

Billy Hargrove x Reader 

Gif credit: granpappy-winchester 

Word Count: 2.5k 

Warnings: Filth pure filth, daddy kink, smut, spanking, unprotected sex

Requested: I am combining three different requests: Billy’s coworker and they close up together stumbling into shower sex, reader is the Mayors daughter and is fucking Billy, and Billy’s reaction to being called daddy. Thank you for sending these in anons! 

Notes: Wow this is my longest and filthiest Billy fic so i hope you all enjoy. Thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts, feedback and reblogs help tremendously!!! Xxx Enjoy 

Life guarding at the Hawkins community pool for the second summer in a row hadn’t been what you were planning for this summer. In fact you had hoped to get a job at the mall in one of the clothing stores but the bitchy girls from school had all gotten their hands on the spots, and your father had pushed you to come work with him at town hall. He hated that you got a job at the pool, made him feel embarrassed that his daughter, the Mayor’s daughter was life guarding. Naturally since it made him so mad you took the job immediately when one of the managers of the pool called you up and asked if you wanted to come back.

Being the mayors daughter came with its perks but you didn’t really care for your dad. You could see right past his act for his true sleazy self and it made you want to do everything he didn’t want you to do if it made him look bad. It’s not like you did bad things, sure some smoking weed every now and then and going to some parties with your friends would accrue but over all you were a good kid. Every time you would head out the door to work your dad would scoff and tell you that he wished you would come work for him and stay away from that Billy Hargrove.

You usually had an afternoon to closing shift at the pool which you enjoyed since you got some time in the sun, some time with your friends, and time away from your dad. It was just like any other day, the heat was sweltering and the pool was packed with kids and parents. Sitting up in the lifeguard chair you chewed on your bubble gum and scanned the area, it was rare anyone really needed your help. A few times some of the little girls would come over to you asking for their mommies and you would have to track them down in the bathroom, usually reapplying lipstick.

Your break was coming up and Billy would have his midday shift next, which meant all the moms would stay on deck and Billy never had to deal with kids looking for their parents. The moms all swooned for him and the kids all were scared of him, there was never a problem when he was out there and he just got to sit and look pretty. You watched as the clock on the pool house hit 3:30 and the locker room door swung open to reveal Billy in his red shorts and a cigarette between his lips. It made you roll your eyes at how everyone’s eyes locked on him and you climbed down from your chair as he approached.

“Thanks for being on time today Hargrove, don’t work too hard while I’m on break.” You said as slid your sunglasses up into your hair. Billy gave you a smirk and nodded before saying, “Don’t miss me too much on your break sweetheart.” You gave his arm a small smack before grabbing your water bottle and heading to the locker room. Once the door closes behind you, you drop onto the locker bench and lean against the cold wall. It was a lot quieter in here and you decided to pull out your book while you snacked on the crackers you had packed with you.

“Hey y/n! There you are, do you think you could cover my shift after Billy I’m not feeling to good and need to go home.” Heather one of the other lifeguards asked you. “Oh ugh yeah sure…hope you feel better!” You said and Heather thanked you before running out of there. You really didn’t mind, closing up the pool wasn’t that difficult and you and Billy usually smoked a couple cigarettes together after cleaning up. Plus the pool usually cleared up around 7 since everyone headed home for dinner.

Once Billy’s shift ended you gathered your stuff and headed back out for the last shift of the night. As you and Billy passed each other he lowered his sunglasses and gave you a wink that made your heart jump. You turned your head around just slightly to watch him walk back to the locker room; his broad shoulders showcasing some faint red marks that made you smirk. As he grabbed the door handle and yanked it open your mouth when dry as his arm flexed, the image making the memory of that very arm flexing as he worked his finger in and out of you flash before your eyes.

As the sunset behind the trees and the pool died down a little you decided to call it adult swim and go get another water bottle from the concessions. You grabbed the coldest water and opened it up, taking a long sip and making sure that everything was still fine at the pool. “So were you gonna tell me Heather bailed on closing again?” Billy said suddenly making you jump slightly and whip around to him. “Jeez Billy you scared me! She said she was sick so I told her I didn’t mind taking her last shift. I didn’t think you’d care anyways.”

“I don’t care; she drives me fucking nuts and takes forever to clean up. Do you want to go for a smoke after, maybe go for a drive? Daddy won’t care if you’re out late right?” A smug smile spread across his lips, he knew the answer but he just liked to rile you up. “My dad doesn’t control how late I’m out Hargrove. I hope you aren’t too tired from Mrs. Wheeler stroking your ego earlier.” Just then one of your mother’s friends called your name and you waved to her, getting ready to go say hello.

Just as you were about to walk off Billy leaned in and whispered, “I’m never too tired for a good stroking, especially if it’s from you darling.”

The sun had finally gone down and the stars had made their way out into the sky, the few stranglers finishing up their swim were the only ones left. You had decided to start cleaning up, sitting up any chairs that were down and closing up the umbrellas. Billy took to cleaning up the pool house and shutting down the lights. As the clock finally hit 10 you closed the pool gate and went to make sure no one was left in the locker rooms before you locked up for good.

Walking through the girl’s showers you made sure it was clear and tidy before looking for Billy to ask him to check the boy’s showers. He was nowhere to be seen so you huffed and decided to just do it yourself, pushing open the door and scrunching up our nose at the smell of chlorine and heavy axe body spray. You could hear one shower going at the end of the hall and called out that the pool was closed. Taking a few steps closer you called out again to the person and then the water shut off, the curtain being thrown open.

There stood Billy dripping wet, his long curls matted to his forehead and his tan skin glistening. Your breath caught in your throat and he flashed you that smug smirk of his before moving the hair out of his face. “Don’t you know this is the guys locker room y/n?” He asked and grabbed the towel hanging on the wall, drying off his upper body. “Yes Billy I do but I didn’t know you were in here and wanted to make sure everyone was gone so I could lock up.” You crossed your arms and tried your hardest not to stare at how the muscles in his arms were jumping every time they moved.  

“Right…so is everything locked up then?” He asked taking a step closer, you nodded and met his blue eyes. “And is everyone gone?” Another step closer, he was looking down at you with an eyebrow cocked. “Yeah everyone’s gone.” In an instant Billy grabbed your waist and pushed you up against the shower wall. A gasp left you and you stared at him stunned before he leaned in and said, “Good. I’ve been waiting to fuck you since you walked in today.” His lips attached themselves to your neck and his hips thrust up into yours, keeping you pinned to the wall.

You could feel his bulge in his shorts as he thrust up against you, making your stomach tighten up every time he did. Your hand found its way to his bicep and squeezed at it as his mouth made its way to your chest that was exposed from your bathing suit. Billy sucked a bruise into your skin and looked up at you before he yanked one of the straps on your arm down to expose one of your breast. “Oh fuck!” You moaned as his warm mouth took your nipple past his lips.

Billy loved to take his time with you, especially on your breasts he really loved to mark them up and make you a whiny moaning mess with his mouth on them. He bit lightly on your nipple and pulled away to blow some air on it, the cold air sent shivers through your whole body and your head fell back against the shower wall. “Billy please! Stop teasing me.” You whimpered and snuck your other hand down to palm his cock through his shorts, causing Billy to groan and thrust into your hand.

“What makes you think you can tease me baby…hmm?” Billy grabs your waist and spins you around so your front is pressed against the wall, his own body pressing into your back. A loud smack is heard echoing through the locker room and you jump as he smacks your ass. He pauses before delivering another one and giving you another ‘hmm’ and you whine out his name. “Gonna fuck you know baby girl.”

You nodded and watched with your head turned as Billy pulled his shorts down just enough for his cock to be free and his hands grabbed your hips to pull them back towards him. Your back was arched and he gave your ass one more spank before yanking your bathing suit to the side. He ran two fingers through your pussy and hummed as he felt how wet you were for him. “So wet for me baby…” Billy brought his hand up to your mouth and you instantly took his fingers past your lips and sucked them clean, earning a smug chuckle from him.

You felt the tip of his cock tease at your entrance a few times and moaned around his fingers when he finally thrust into you hard. He paused for only a moment to give you a second to adjust before he thrust again filling you to the brim. His thrusts were hard and fast, his hand resting next to your head and his other had moved to wrap around your waist. The smack of his hips against your ass and the sound of your moans bounced off the grey walls and you thanked the heavens that no one was still around.

Suddenly the spray of the shower caught your attention and you were engulfed in the cold spray of water. It only lasted cold for a few minutes before it started to heat up, the water adding another form of heat to your body as Billy fucked up into you. “Fuck y/n you feel so good around me baby girl, so tight and warm I bet all the boys who stare at you dream they could fuck you like this.” He groaned and snapped his hips up hard into you.

“Imagine what your daddy would think if he knew you were fucking the baddest guy in town.” Billy whispered in your ear making you gasp.

His hand moved to your front and you felt his fingers find your clit, the feeling of him rubbing you and his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you making you feel dizzy. His words in your ear were getting filthier and filthier, “imagine how mad all the other boys would be if they knew your  pretty pussy belonged to me” and his thrusts getting harder and deeper with every whine that left your mouth. You knew Billy loved to whirl you up with his dirty talk but you also knew just how to get him going right back.

You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and Billy’s thrusts were getting a little more drawn out. “You gonna cum for me baby? I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock… whose pussy does is it baby?” He said as his hand made its way up your back and rested on the back of your neck. The next words out of your mouth were a complete surprise and made both of you still.

“It’s your pussy daddy.”

Your head turned to the side to try to get a look at his face but his hand wrapped in your hair and pulled your head back as he thrust up hard into you. “Say it again sweetheart, I didn’t quite hear you.” His voice was rough in your ear and his thrusts were quicker and harder than before. “Fuck! It’s your pussy daddy!!” You let out a small scream at another smack to your ass and his hand tightened in your hair. “Good girl, that’s right that’s my pussy. Are you going to cum for daddy pretty girl?”

It only took a few more hard thrusts from Billy before you fell over the edge and came hard. “Oh fuck yes! Billy!!” Your hands balled up into fists against the wet wall and your eyes snapped shut, your thighs shaking as he continued to fuck into you. You whined out his name when his fingers rubbing on your clit became too much. Billy wasn’t far behind you as his name falling repeatedly from your lips made it hard for him to focus on anything else.

“Cum for me daddy, please?” You whimpered to him and he gave you a few more hard thrusts before he stilled and you felt him cum, a loud groan filling his chest and making your pussy clench around him which earned you another groan.

Billy pressed his body into the back of yours as the two of you tried to regain your breath, one of his hands grabbing yours against the wall. You didn’t notice until you shiver that the water had turned cold and Billy laughed, pulling out of you and turning the water off. He handed you a towel and smirked as you turned around fixing your bathing suit strap, and you looked down at the few purple bruises on your tits.

“You’re such a boy Hargrove, put your dick away and lets go have a smoke and take a drive.” Grabbing his Hawkins pool sweatshirt and your shorts, you winked at him and made your way out to finish locking everything up. Billy grabbed his stuff from the open locker and made his way after you, patting his pockets for his lighter but stopped dead when he saw you leaning against his Camaro with a cig past your lips and lighter in hand. Billy Hargrove was truly fucked when it came to the Mayors daughter.

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30 weeks

Summary-Y/n L/n- soon to be Y/n Reid is living a secret. A secret between her and Spencer Reid. Only Her parents and Spencer’s mom know about it because of a psychotic psychopath that is obsessed with

Pairing- Spencer Reid x reader, Spencer Reid x pregnant!reader

Warnings- Swearing

Spencer Reid wanted to do nothing more than to run home as he got off of the plane that came from California. The case there was in the shadow of what had been happening here.

Cat Adams was the reason that he couldn’t be fully happy. That he couldn’t scream to everyone he saw that he had a fiancee- Let alone that you were pregnant with his child.

The team had noticed how sad he started to get whenever he left for more than a couple of days but how his mood increased whenever he left for a couple of minutes on secretive phone calls.

“We will continue tomorrow. Dismissed.” Almost as soon as Hotch said those words Spencer burst out of the seat moving towards the door and to his desk.

“Hey Pretty Boy, we are thinking about going out tonight. Come with?” Derek asked Spencer only for him to brush him off scrambling for his papers so that he could continue with his fiancee.

He had missed you so much, knowing that the small- well 3 hours a night wasn’t small- phone calls that he had with you when he was in California reading to your belly.

“I- I have plans.” He said as he saw a look diminish on his friends face as he constantly declined hanging out with someone he was once so close with, something he hated to do.

And in a way he did have plans. Every single day for the rest of his life he had plans- with you.

“We are going to find her, Spence.”

He knew that they had to fast- he wanted to tell you to everyone to walk around with you- they had to find her before your child was born.

He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

“We always do.” but would it be in time for the baby. Walking over towards the elevator he seemed to have a large grin on his face leaving everyone confused sitting down in the bull pen.

“You okay, Kid? You’ve been distant a lot the past year.” Morgan said as he slipped into the elevator behind Spencer worried about his sudden change in emotion to a lighter one.

His mind shifted back to you at home probably looking at the door waiting for your fiancee to come home.

He was sick of not telling them, he wanted to so badly that he faltered for a second, it wouldn’t be the first time that they had met.

“So what you are saying is that a psychopath is planning on killing me and has pictures of me in his torture chamber.”

Spencer Reid sat in front of you. One of the only cases that was near them only a couple of miles away from the BAU. You were a local med student that seemed to be one of the targets of a serial killers.

“You don’t need to worry, we will find him.”

“I’m not worried about him, I have a knife and the knowledge of how to kill someone hundreds of ways with it. I’m a happy camper. Not to mention that I have a temper. If that bitch wants to try me he can go on ahead.”

Spencer looked over to you in shock at your words and the strength that you had behind them. You had the features of all of the woman that had been found. Not to mention that they flushed out an apartment of his seeing pictures of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

You.

“Well, if you are stationed to protect me, what do you drink, Doctor?”

"I'm great, Derek.”

***

Staring at the door seemed to become a hobby for you it would seem. waiting for Spencer to come home to you.

But no matter what you never stopped worrying. Well you do stop when you hear the door open. Rushing over to where the door was you nearly slammed your body into him.

His hands wrapped around your midsection to the not-so-tiny bump on it before another hand wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you up to him as he kissed you long and softly.

“Your bigger.” If you weren’t 30 weeks pregnant you could almost guarantee that you would have socked him but you blushed at the notion.

“You sure know how to talk to a women, Spencer Reid.”

“It’s not my fault you look so damn good carrying my child, Y/n Reid.” You blushed even more loving whenever he called you by that name. He had been for the past 5 months even before you were pregnant but once you agreed to marry him.

“Be careful, your pregnancy kink is showing, sweetheart.” It was his turn to get flustered with you for once as you mentioned it. He hated whenever you teased him about it.

He muttered against your neck saying, “around this time the baby can hear what we are saying and I would prefer our daughter not to know that her dad has a thing for her being pregnant.”

No matter how many times you have told him that you guys didn’t know for sure it was a girl he was hellbent on it.

As if on que he went down to his knees and kissed your bump.

“Don’t listen to your mom, she doesn’t know what she is talking about.” He kissed it once before you started to laugh missing him so much over the past couple of days. Gripping the shirt once again you pulled him up to you kissing you again.

“Hi.” You giggled as he whispered it against your neck, “Hi.”

“You know how you brought up meeting the team again. You know as-”

“Your fiancee and baby mama?” He groaned as you said it, a grin growing on his face and something else growing at the mention of how our baby was made. He nicked his teeth on the soft part of your neck making you leave out a breathy noise.

“Yes, as my fiancee and baby mama."

“Does that mean I have to learn how to cook? I can’t cook, Spencer! I told you that when we got engaged- hell even on our first date.”

“Sweetie. I’ve already ordered pizza. We wait until Cat is captured and until then we just have ourselves. So that means that-” Kiss on your shoulder “Me-” kiss “and-” kiss “my-” kiss “baby-” kiss “mama-”

"You, Spencer Reid are the love of my life." You laughed as all of a sudden you felt a kiss on your breast as you giggled again, "You seriously are horny right now? The food is coming!"

"Sweetie, we have till seven. Let's make another baby." You barely squeaked out before you were picked up and tugged into your bedroom.

***

"The food must be early." You snuggled in next to Spencer kissing his bare shoulder as he was reading to you and the baby- in Russian.

"I'll go get it." He begrudged left you before kissing you. You sat in Spencer's shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Daddy is coming back soon. I know you are impatient, but daddy is going to go get us some food like a good housewife."

Spencer gave you a glare as you stuck your tongue out at him patting your stomach. As soon as he opened the door it shifted and left you alone in the room as he snuck in the room.

"What the hell are you doing here. You guys need to leave. Now." Spencer was rarely strict but with the protection of his family, he would do whatever it takes.

And standing in front of a group of FBI agents that he had come to befriend for the past 10 years.

Rossi, Hotch, Prentiss, JJ, Garcia, and Morgan.

"Spencer, we aren't leaving."

"Yes, you guys are right now. You guys have to leave." They most likely tracked his phone even though he was very careful about that because of Cat.

"We failed you last time, we aren't going to do it again." Standing in front of him he looked over at Penelope who was shell shocked. They thought that he was using again.

The thing about Penelope is that once she puts her heart to something, then there was no stopping her, even though she was doing the wrong thing.

It made sense to him because of him being happy all of the time after he snuck off to talk to you and being cranky like he had been when he was using but it was because he was missing the both of you.

"Are you using again? Kid, why are you here? This isn't your house. What is this a drug house." He knew that it didn't look good at all but there was no way that he was going to give in. Not when you would be in even more danger.

"I swear to god, you need to leave. If you don't I swear I will quit the BAU." Everyone thought it was the addiction talking when it was actually the concerned, and overprotective, fiancee, and father.

"Spence-" JJ stopped as Spencer felt the door behind him open as he turned around to see you in a baggy shirt- his baggy shirt- with small shorts peeking out underneath you holding your stomach- which was visible in the baggy shirt showing how big you were for being almost 7 months.

"Spence, your son is driv-"

You stopped as you saw the group of people that you had seen just once before- maybe twice but other than that you didn't know them well. But they knew almost everything about you, because of the case that you were in, the one that Spencer fell for you during.

"You are so not the pizza guy." That was one of the first things that you said to your fiancee's friends other than 'so I'm going to die?'

It was almost as if it was on habit for him as he stepped in front of you turning his back to his friends as he tried to convince you to go inside one hand on your stomach as he talked to you while the other was on your arm.

"Please. Please, go inside, Y/n." He looked down at you with pleading eyes as you watched as the people in front of you grew with understanding- the hand on your stomach, the secrets.

"Spencer Reid, let them inside. You are being Paranoid, I am perfectly fine right now. Both of us are, so calm the hell down." You flicked at his chest while trying to give him a serious look even though you knew Spencer couldn't take you seriously even remotely looking that cute.

"You guys should come inside before Spencer gets all pissy again."

"Y/n..." As you started to walk into your apartment a small woman encased you with her arms almost squeezing you to death, but you could tell she was kind so you hugged her back.

"Oh my god. Spencer has a girlfriend. And she is pregnant. Oh god, I am going to faint, what gender is it? Wait you said son! A mini Reid!" You looked at the girl with long curly blonde hair in pigtails and noticed how ecstatic she was about a baby that wasn't even hers.

You saw the others acting about the same to Spencer hugging him unlike the woman to your right- Penelope- who is pretty much crying and she didn't even know you.

"Y/n, this is Hotch, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, Rossi, and you know Morgan." Oh, you did. The one time that he had met with you and another person was Morgan as he told you what was happening you had never seen any of the others other than in pictures

"Oh, believe me. I know, Derek. Spence doesn't stop talking about you, I'm pretty sure that if we have a boy their first name is going to be Derek."

"Really, Pretty Boy?" Derek moved over to you giving you a hug a smile beaming on his face. "How far along are you? How long have you been together?"

"One year, two months, twenty-seven days, and three hours. She is an estimated 30 weeks."