#so for now I have crawled into bed to satisfy her until she goes and curls up into her bed

[hibiscera]

Beast that won’t let me edit my writing.

[alien-magnolia]

I Need Someone Older

Fic description: Dean finds you on a hunt and takes you along to get you safely out of danger, fun ensues :) as the two of you feel an inevitable pull of attraction towards each other.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tw: AGE GAP! Hyper-feminine reader in early 20’s, Dean in late 40’s, daddy issues <3, dom-coded dean, sub-coded reader, bj, breeding kink!, extremely subby-coded reader, helplessness, praise!!!

Word count: 3.1k

Don’t like, don’t read!!

May 5, 2007

7:40 pm

Your white knee high socks were getting a little dusty from the dirt on the woodsy soil. You came out here to write your poetry, desiring a place for peaceful solitude, and perhaps some creative inspiration. You dusted off your skirt as you sat down on the moist bed of grass. The waning moon was a bit yellow tonight, yet you thought nothing off it. You began to write a few words in your floral notebook, with some neat handwriting and a gel pen.

All of a sudden, you hear a wail in the distance. The wind is cold. A few leaves rustle out a few feet away from you, causing you to stare into the dark pathway on your left, in which many trees loitered. You felt as if you were being watched. You continue with your writing, until again you hear a rustle, this time, a bit closer than before. A chill goes down your spine, and you slowly turn to see a pair of yellow eyes, a figure with long, sharp, claws, and a tall, curved, spiny, skinny, body, with a tail. It snarls, coming closer to you. You drop your notebook, and crawl backwards, the dirt making indents on your palms. You hear a few male voices, and see boots running to attack the creature.

You see a flame, the creature is light ablaze, and you pass out from fear. The last thing you remember is strong arms lifting you up, the smell of beer and cherry pie clouds your nostrils.

You wake up in the wood again, this time, the brighr and warm morning light shines down on your skin, littered with cuts and bruises. You seemed to have lost your favorite lipgloss in the process.

“Where am I? My head…,” you whine, seeing a handsome man next to you, bandaging your cuts and cleaning them. That cheered you up a bit. You wince as his calloused hands rub alcohol on your wound, and you meet his eyes. He had green eyes, dark hair, wore a flannel and jeans and had the most amazing body <3 he looked just, so big, compared to you!

You ask him his name and what happened. “The name’s Dean, sweetheart. My brother and I were in these woods looking for a wendigo. We sure as hell did find one.” You nod, still reeling from the attack last night. “Did that… person, thing, do that to me?,” you ask, eyes wide, a bit nervous. “It’s no person, honey,” he chuckles darkly. “Hate to break it to you, but monsters are real. The whole gang. Vampires, werewolves, spirits, demons, all other things that go bump in the night. All are real.” You sit in shock as he continues to fix your wounds. You notice how good his calloused (gunpowder covered) fingers feel on your calves. You wince as he brushes over a wound, jerking your leg back.

“Too rough?,” he asks, a large hand resting on your thigh. You nod. “S’alright. I’ll be more gentle, yeah?,” he asks, and you nod, feeling satisfied as the older man returns your smile.

“Hey. Might’ve caught trail of another wendigo up ahead. We should get going,” another man dressed in similar fashion walks up ahead, talking to Dean, taking a glance at you. “What's the hold up, Dean?,” he asks.

“Shut it, Sammy. Can’t you see I’m doing something here? Found her at the site where the thing was. Had to fix her up.” Sam nods, as Dean tells him your name. The two then agree to further go hunt for the second wendigo. “What about her? We’re deep in the woods now, sure as hell she ain’t going to go back on her own, Sammy.” “Fine. Take her with you, as long as she doesn’t cause a problem.”

So it was. You were now going to hunt for the wendigo with the Winchester brothers. The dirt and thick jagged branches sometimes were too much for your legs to handle, so you held onto Dean for some of the walk. He didnt seem to mind, and only smirked as you accidentally leaned too much into him, your soft chest grazing his wide and big arms.

“Stay here, stay put. Don’t go anywhere,” Dean commands you, and you do as said, wait as the boys go into the dark cave. An hour later — there was fire, shrieking, and the boys come out unscathed. The last wendigo has been killed, and the three of you make your way back to “baby,” which you later learned was Dean’s nickname for his ‘67 Impala.

Dean drove with Sam in the front, you in the back seat. You dozed in and out of consciousness as the engine lulled you toward the heavy tug of sleep, you overheard the two men speaking about you.

“Well, Dean she has no ID on her so it’s better off that we take her to the local sheriff’s station. We know Jody, she might be able to help,” Sam inquired. “Yeah, well Sammy, you know what, Jody’s probably just going to tell her to go back to the woods or some shit. Maybe she’s far from home. Maybe she was hiding. Who the hell knows? Bet she’d tell us first before talking to law enforcement,” Dean countered.

“Why is it always you and women, Dean? She’s so young too. Maybe a little too young for you?”

“Shut it, Sammy. Respect her. She probably has her reasons. She’s real pretty and I’ll get what I want, eventually,” Dean retorted. Sam sighed.

You drifted back into sleep but squeezed your thighs together at the thought of the older man using you and getting what “he wants.”

You were more than happy to give it to him.

You were in a dingy 1970’s era hotel room, with dark brown shag carpet, rickety beds with neon orange polyester sheets, and a single lamp in the corner, flickering on occasion. No tv, but a rotary phone and radio. Sam was on a chunky laptop that whined and whistled due to all the power his research into Wendigos was taking up. You believed he was on a library forum of some sort. You sat on the bed, dwindling with the phone cord. The low buzz of the fan was heard from the corner.

Dean comes up to you. “Heya, kid. I’m gonna go get some grub. Wanna come with?,” he asks, offering you a hand to help you up from the bed. You nod, smiling, and taking his hand. Dean opted to go to a local bar to get some takeout. He ordered a large burger, large pilsner beer, and a cherry pie. You got some chicken and French fries, sharing some pie with him. You tell him that you were in the woods to write poetry, you got lost and then time seemed to go. Your cell was dead too. He told you about his ‘job’ with his brother Sam, choosing to follow his dad John Winchester’s legacy of hunting down things that go bump in the night. He made you laugh, asking you about your writing, your college education, a life that someone like him never had.

“We’re so different, you and I, know that? Seriously. I mean, college? In my dreams. Wondering what that’s like,” he said to you, while taking a sip of his beer.

“What can I say. I want a decent life for myself, sometimes. I have a pull towards the arts. Literature, actually. Sometimes though, I just want to be on my own. Without the pressures of society, on the road, like you two. Bet you don’t have any deadlines to meet,” you jokingly admit to Dean.

He chuckles, but then nods, a more serious expression growing on his face now, taking another sip of his beer. “Life sucks, kid. Sucks for me and Sammy, we’re out on the road, might die the next day. Never know what the fuck’s chasing after us,” he has a bit of a solemn expression, taking another sip of his beer.

You nodded, understanding him, seeing through the “tough guy” facade that he’s put up. He was scared. He needed someone to comfort him, to support him. His brother was his partner, yet that wasn’t the partner he was looking for.

You reach over to put your dainty hand on his large one. “Thanks for dinner, really. We should save some for Sam, though, I think,” you giggle, watching a grown man blush over your gentle touch. “Yeah, sure thing sweetheart. Anytime…,” he trails off, his blush seemed to get stronger and he was avoiding eye contact a bit.

“You okay?,” you ask, meeting his eyes, feeling something start to heat up between the two of you, the air suddenly was heavy. “You’re just, well, pretty, kid. Seriously. Real fuckin’ nice, sweets,” he chuckles, his large fingers coming to intertwine with yours. You almost faint under the pressure of his hand on yours, your eyes drift to his muscular and wide frame, his tattered Jean jacket, his necklace on a black piece of string, his chiseled jawline. As funny as he was, you knew that you had an undeniable attraction towards him.

He saved you from the wendigo, but you let him. You let him take you back to the motel with Sam. You let him have you stay with them. Now. You’d let him have your body. All of it.

“Maybe we can go into those woods again? I can show you some poems?,” you reel, watching the older man’s eyes light up with a burning flame. “Sure, thing, kid. I’ll take you up there in ‘baby.’

With a few stares and leers from the other inhabitants of the shady bar, Dean leads you by the waist out the door, and into his impala, opening the door for you, of course.

“Ladies first,” he bows down a bit as he holds the shabby car door open for you. You take his helping hand and slide into the shotgun (front) seat. He quickly runs over to the driver’s side, a toothpick in his mouth as he climbs in, adjusting the jagged rearview mirror. You struggled to buckle up in the old model of a car, so Dean helped out, buckling it for you. You liked the many things he seemed to do for you. His care. His help.

He pulls out of the diner driveway, one of his ringed hands on the wheel, another tracing gentle patterns all over your thigh. You adjust your socks as his patterns make you heat up — inside and out. “I know a place. You down? If not I’m fine with it, sweet thing. No pressure, s’all,” his voice is soft, gentle, as if speaking to a child. You blush. “It’s alright, Dean. I’ll show you my poems. I’ll show you something else too, I think you’ll like it,” you cover your smile as you let out a few small giggles. He smirks back at you.

“Oh I’ll like it, alright. God damn,” he stifles, his strong, calloused fingers gripping a bit harder on your soft thigh. The rest of the drive was tense, just how you liked it. Soft rock — ‘Blue Oyster Cult’s’ “Don’t Fear The Reaper” played in the background, and it would usually lull you to sleep. Not tonight. Your heart raced, stealing glances at the man next to you. The man about to take your virginity, what concept you or society made of it. You hoped he didn’t mind.

The impala pulled into a motel parking lot: the same one where you left from. “Dean. Your brother..won’t he..?, you ask, and he quickly interrupts. “Well just be in a different room, is all. Sammy wouldn’t care anyway, as much as I’d like him to. He takes your hand again, leading you to Room 22, on the second floor. Your fingers trace the grimy balcony railing as you head up there.

The door shuts. You smile at him, then look down at your feet. “Can I, um. Kiss you, Dean?,” you ask, shy and sweet, a delicious pie on the shelf, a cherry blossom that smells and tastes so sweet, intoxicating the older man closer and closer to you. “F’course. You’ve never done this before, have you?” You nod. “Let me take the lead, yeah, sweet thing. I’ll be gentle. Scout’s honor,” he smiles, holding up two fingers. You nod, wrapping your small arms around his broad chest. Your soft chest pressed against his, you feel the cool metal of his pentagram necklace press against your warm, beating heart.

His large arms trail down to squeeze your waist a bit, and then rub circles down below, your waist and hips. He gave them a tight squeeze, you gasped at his strength. His fingers continued ministrations on your waist, hips, thighs, and the two of your lips danced in a slow and sensual rhythm. You could taste the beer and cherry pie on him, and you ran your fingers through his coarse hair.

His thumb rubs your cheek a bit, and he picks you up in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the bed, gently laying you down under him. His face above you, his brown eyes in awe taking in your sweet skin, putting him in a trance. His calloused hands run down your arms, your belly, gentle, soft, and slow. He grabs your chin, pulling your face towards his, and meets you for a chaste kiss, slow, you felt the stubble on his cheek and smiled into his lips.

His hand runs through your hair, over your cheek, this thumb caressing your face a bit. You keep the kiss going, you feel him getting rougher, hungrier for you. Your hands touch his broad chest, trailing on the hem of his shirt, which you take off. His chest was bare, just with a tiny bit of hair, and a very prominent happy trail <3 of which you run your fingers through.

His hands lead your hips up against the wall, tracing patterns on your back. Your lips are hungry for each others, you push your chest into his. “Fuck, sweet thing. Gonna drive me up the wall here, Jesus,” his voice now an octave deeper, raspier, breathless. His cherry pink swollen lips meet yours again, you feel his aftershave on your face. Your thighs rub against his growing bulge, positioning your legs so his thickening tent on his jeans was pressed up snug, right into your growing wetness in between your legs.

“Dean…want it,” you moan out, your delicate, manicured fingers tracing the toughness of his stubble. “Want what, huh? Gotta ask nicely, don’t keep me guessing, honey,” he smirks, a condescending expression appearing on his handsome face.

“I-uh, your, uh, oh, fuck,” you breathlessly whimper out, as his rough, calloused fingers gently slide down between your legs, rubbing your soft, warm folds, through your pretty and pink lace.

“Let me see what you got down there, hmm?,” he smirks, knowing that he has you completely wrapped around his finger. You nod, his hand cups your cheek for another kiss. He slides off your skirt, your knee highs, your Lacey top. You work on his jeans, until he stops you, with a look — meaning that he can take care of it.

All clothes gone — your legs intertwine, he presses his leaking bulge into your folds, you could practically feel how you clenched around nothing!!

“Dean…,” you beg again. “What’s wrong, huh? What’re you beggin’ for, seeet thing. Gotta give me words,” he says, all the while his thick fingers continue to work you open — get you ready for him.

A soft smile is on his face as his fingers become ever so gentle, continuing a circular pattern, pausing to tightly cup and squeeze your pulsing mound.

“Want. Want your, ha — your cock, Dean. Please. Please!,” you squeal out, just as he cups and massages your mound once more. “Why didn’t you say so, at first, sweet thing? Here I was thinkin’ you only wanted my fingers,” he chuckles, smile full of adoration — seeing you in a close to ruined state. His fingers pull out with a squelch.

You whine at the loss, your cunt throbbing, pulsing, desperate to be filled!! He smiles, hands on your hips. “Bend over f’me, baby.” You do as said, his smile and yours widen as his two hands cup your ass, giving it a hard smack.

His hands trace up and down your back, your waist, until you feel his soft tip press at your entrance. You turn around to view what you’ve been waiting for. He’s big. Short, yet thick. Oh so thick. You weren’t sure if he’d fit. A large vein ran down his left side. Fuck — how you wanted that in your mouth.

His hand gently guides your face back down into the table which you were bent over. “Down, baby. You’ll get a chance later, yeah?,” he soothes you. You nod. You feel his throbbing tip at your mound, as he slides in — you feel the stretch, just for a bit, and then he starts to push in, you felt so full !!

“Fuck— ah, Dean, too much, too much,” you squeal out, as he slides in, and starts to move, thrust, slow, gentle at first, and then deep, fast, his thick balls slapping against your mound. You saw stars, felt pressure as he kept going, faster, rutting into you, his hairy chest pressing into your back. The man had put you in a mating press. You wouldn’t mind. With how it’s going with him — you’d take his seed. Anything for the man that saved you from the Wendigo.

Your eyes roll back into your head, his grip on your hips was like a vice. The two of you finish with screams. He groans. “Fuck, sweet thing. You take it like a champ, yeah?” You nod giddily, anything for his praise and approval. “How’s about we stay in this room tonight? I’ll getchu’ a beer.” You nod. “That’s my good girl. Stay put.” With that, your mound is even more wet, you’re left clenching, covered in his cum as he leaves to get you snacks.

He comes back, presses a nice kiss to your forehead, and makes the two of you some dinner. You wondered what this will lead to.

Author’s note: pls support your creators <3 if you love this fic pls comment or reblog! Greatly appreciated <3 xoxo - Liz

[lolahauri]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Nobody Loves You Like I Do!

Ship: .GIFfany/Reader

Type: F/F, Smut, Short One Shot.

Contains: Yandere & Dubcon Themes, Brat/Tamer Themes, Jealousy, Electricity Play, Electric Tongue, Restraints, Vibrators, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Pussy Spanking, No Build Up.

Words: 705.

Requested?: Yes.

Summary: Giffany can't believe she saw you talking alone with another girl! Looks like she has to remind you who you belong to.

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Your hands are tightly bound above your head with dead electrical wires when Giffany gives your cunt a harsh slap. You flinch at the pain, your clit stings and throbs. You want to pretend you don't like it, but the way your pussy drips onto the sheets gives you away anyways.

"Are you ready to say you're sorry now?" Giffany huffs as she slips two fingers inside you, fucking you mercilessly.

"No..." You stutter out, "I didn't do anything wrong!" with that she gives your aching clit another spank.

"Oh really? Because I seem to remember seeing you talking alone with another girl today! Isn't that right?" Her voice is raised and dripping with anger. She glares up at you and flicks her tongue across your clit, causing short little electric shocks to course through you.

Your walls tighten around her fingers, letting out a surprised moan. It hurts so good. Your body feels hot and tingly as she repeats the action a few more times, lightly trembling as the shocks increase, feeling almost overwhelmed.

Giffany smiles to herself when she feels your legs shake around her head, feeling satisfied with the effect she's having on you. She slowly drags her fingers out of your sticky cunt, looking you in the eyes and licking them clean.

She then stands up from the bed and reaches into your bedside table, giving you a devilish grin as she pulls out a pink bullet vibrator.

"Still got nothing to say for yourself? That's okay, maybe this'll make you talk." She crawls back into bed, kneeling between your legs and turning the vibrator on to its highest setting.

Your back arches slightly as the toy meets your slick cunt, she runs it up your folds and lands at your clit, rubbing it in harsh circles. The feeling is almost too intense for you, you start to tightly squeeze your thighs around her waist.

And while you're tossing and turning underneath her, she just watches you with joy. She loves knowing that nobody else will ever see you like this, that nobody has ever or will ever make you feel this good.

After just a few minutes of using the vibrator, you feel the pressure in your abdomen start to build. Your legs are quivering around Giffany's waist and every breathe is coming out shaky and labored.

"I'm so close..." Your voice barely above a whisper, looking up at your girlfriend with desperation.

"Oh no, you're not cumming until you apologize." Giffany laughs and turns the speed down. "Say you're sorry and you love me. Only me. Then I might let you finish."

If you weren't so desperate for your release, you would've kept being a brat to her. But right now, you're just putty in her hands and you both know it.

You groan and look away, "Okay. I'm-I'm sorry. I love you and only you!"

"Hmph, that's what I thought. Go ahead and cum now darling." She smirks and turns the vibration back up suddenly, pressing down onto your clit and rubbing hastily.

As soon as she can tell you're getting close, she goes ahead and leans down to your tits, latching her mouth onto one and swirling her electrified tongue around it, hearing you gasp and whine immediately.

The light shocks around your sensitive nipple was the last push you needed to reach your climax, suddenly feeling an eruption of pleasure course through your body. Giffany let's you ride out your orgasm, not faltering her movements at all until you tell her it's too much.

You feel totally sore and exhausted by the time she pulls away, weakly trying to break free from the wires around your wrist.

"Oh don't worry darling, I'll get that for you!" She says in such a chipper tone, like she didn't just fuck your brains out moments ago.

Once your untied, she makes sure to clean you up right away, knowing you won't want to go to sleep all sweaty and sticky. And as she hums a song and wipes you down with a towel, you can't help but feel your heart swell.

She has an interesting way of showing it sometimes, but you can tell she really does love you.

[faghubby]

Pretty husband

"What are you doing?" My wife Jen screamed. I jumped up I had not heard her come home. I was laying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought for her last Valentine's day. Jen had worn it only once. I had worn it many times since. The red corset with matching sheer thong. I had ruined the matching stockings but still loved wearing them. I tried to cover myself as I noticed Jen taking pics with her phone.

"Jen I can explain" I wimpered.

"I am sure you can try but this seems self explanatory" Jen told me. She turned and stormed out of the house. Although I was terrified of what she would do. My dick was harder then I could ever remember I quickly masterbated then got changed back to my normal clothes. I tried to call and text Jen but got no response of any kind. I finally fell asleep with no word from Jen.

Jen returned at 10am the next morning. She marched right past me to the bedroom. I jumped up and rushed after her. She was getting undressed when I walked in.

"Beth helped me find your online persona" Jen informed me. I panicked as she continued

"female led marriage "? She smiled as she removed her panties she was now naked as she laid on the bed. She spread her legs.

"Well get to it" she said plainly. I crawled between her legs. I saw dried cum mashed into her hair. I lifted my head and went to say something

"Don't! You know you want it" Jen told me. "Or should I just send everyone the pics of you all dressed up with your little pee pee all excited. I just swallowed hard and licked her pussy. I could taste the salty load of some man as it started to leak form her.

"I learned alot about what you want" Jen said. "Cuckolding can be crossed off your list. Don't worry it won't be the last time " she held my head down as I licked her used pussy. I didn't stop until she came on my tounge.

"Paul things are going to change around here" Jen told me as she laid on the bed naked.

"I can't talk to you like this. Strip" she ordered.

"Jen we can talk, I can explain" I begged.

"PAUL GET NAKED!" Jen said with a raised voice. I quickly stripped.

"No panties" Jen sounded disappointed.

"now since i am revoking your rights in this marriage" Jen stated.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Do not interrupt me" Jen said annoyed. As she got up and put on a robe. I fell silent

"Now I am taking full control of this marriage. You may give your opinion if I ask for it. But I will decide alone what actions we will take.

"In addition since you like acting all girlie, you will start today. No more sneaking around touching my things. You will wear your pretty things all the time. And shave those legs so you don't look ridiculous" Jen told me."

"Jen I can't" I started she walked over and smacked me across the face.

"Don't deny this is what you truly want. I have scene your Tumblr. Pinintrest and even your Femlife dating app" Jen told me. "This will also stop. You will not post things or look at inappropriate things online without my approval" Jen informed me.

"You won't have to worry about not satisfying me sexually any more either. As I said before I will cuckold you. Find real men to please me." Jen stood behind me her hand slid across my ass. "But I don't want you touching yourself without my promission either"

"Now, I want you completely free of body hair. The mustache goes as well. Only hair better be one the top of your head" Jen told me. She smacked my ass.

"Get to it" she commanded. I went to the bathroom and filled the tub. I wasn't sure where to start so I started with my face. Then attempted my legs. My penis was hard the whole time. This task was alot harder then I thought it would be. I had been at it for over an hour when Jen walked in.

"Jen I can't reach" I started. Jen went under her sink and pulled out a bottle of nair and a long handled applicator she used for lotion. And handed it to me.

"You will put this on when you finish" she told me touching a pile of clothes. Then leaving me alone again. I read the instructions and used it also to touch up any areas I had missed with the razor. As I waited I looked thru the clothes Jen had left. There was a babu blue thong with a dark blue lace sports bra looking thing. The slacks and shirt seemed to be mine. She also had left a pair of her pink socks. I rinsed off watching the last of my bodybhair gather around the drain. Then got dressed. The bra was easily seen thru the white thin shirt. I came out of the bathroom.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I mumbled unable to look at her. The thong unable to hold my erection.

"Good that way you will always remember your place" she told me.

"I expect you to do the womanly duties around here from now on" Jen told me. I was a bit confused by what she meant we had never been a couple that dealt in such roles.

"You will behave as if you are a 1940s wife. All household duties are yours to forfil" Jen informed me. "Don't worry about things that are to manly. I will find someone to help you with them. She walked away. Without another word. I thought about what she had said and seeing dishes in the sink. I went to clean them.

"It's late I will order up some lunch" Jen announced she didn't ask what I would like. About half an hour later the doorbell rang.

"Paulie answer the door" Jen called out. I went to answer aware my bra was on display as well as my pink socks. I hesitated by the door bell rang again. I could see Jen was getting annoyed. I answered the door the young man looked confused but didn't say anything. Jen had paid all i had to do was sign.

She had gotten me a salad and flavored water. So I could watch my girlie figure.

"I have ordered you all new panties. So you don't have to wear mine" Jen told me as we sat and ate. I watched as she ate a burger from my favorite restaurant while I ate my salad.

"A good house wife spends most of their time making sure the house is clean and orderly. I expect you to learn and self motivated yourself to do just that. You will have to pay close attention on laundry. Separate things handwash and such" Jen told me. I worked and with Jen permission I used the internet to learn how to do housework. I worked till about 9pm. Rarely seeing Jen although she was home.

"Bedtime" Jen informed me "now go get ready."

As I brushed my teeth. Jen came in. "You will have to learn a night time routine. Face care, hair, lotion you do want to be soft don't you?" Jen informed me.

"I understand" I said softly. She gave me about a half hour then called me to the bedroom. She handed me a satin nightgown. I changed leaving the my panties. Jen still fully dressed tucked me in.

"Your clitty is still hard, you been excited all day" Jen teased.

"Yes" was all I could manage as her hand slid under the covers. She pulled them back her hands ran down my smooth stomach and hips. She spread my legs but was careful not to touch my erection.

"Roll on your side" she told me she positioned me with my ass towards her my one leg bent her hand slid over my ass crack.

"Have you ever played with your sissy hole?" She asked

"A finger" I mumbled as I answered she applied lube to my hole then worked her finger in.

"My pretty husband likes when I play with you, don't you?" Jen asked.

"Rub yourself, don't jerk just rub" Jen told me as she fingered my ass. Pushing a second finger up my ass.

"Chuck fucked me last night, did you like eating your friends cum out of my dirty cumt?" Jen told me. Chuck was one of my closest friends.

"I showed him the pics of my pretty husband and begged him to fuck me. Since I needed a real man. He has a lovely cock, did you know?" Jen continued. I came in my nightie. Jen removed her fingers and tucked me back into bed.

"Goodnight baby" she said kissing me on the forehead and turning out the light. I layed in bed sticky my mind wondering what else Jen would make me do. Sleep didn't come quickly but I didn't dare to turn on the light or change my clothes. I finally fell asleep before Jen came to bed.

[lilmissuseful]

I worked late. I have been a lot lately. but it's Friday, so I'm off tomorrow, which is good because I need stress relief again.

I always need stress relief, and she provides.

I text her and let her know I'm on my way, and that tonight I'm using her to my heart's content. So I'm not surprised when I open the front door and find her naked on the floor waiting for me. Her ass is in the air and her head is on the floor. What a wonderful sight to come home and see her holes on display for me.

I give her ass a squeeze before stepping around her to put my things down in the kitchen. When I sit at the kitchen table, beer bottle in hand, she crawls to me and presents her holes again. I reach down and rub her clit before giving it a firm pinch and tug. A soft moan escapes her, so I tug on it again a bit harder. Her back arches in response.

"Spread your pussy," I command, and she reaches back with both hands to spread herself. "Wider" I demand and she tries to spread her hole more. "Wider" I demand more forcefully, which she tries to do. I sigh with fake annoyance before shoving my index and middle fingers of both hands into her pussy, and pry her hole open wide. I have a good view into her now, but I continue prying her open, examining her hole. Satisfied, I spit directly into her and rub roughly at her clit before diving two fingers in her and pumping roughly before adding a third. "That hole looks ready to be used."

I pull my fingers from her before taking a sip from my bottle. I then undo my pants, and she turns to face me without command. Pants out of the way, her mouth begins to work as I take my time with my beer, holding her head down every so often until her gagging is hard and her body goes rigid, then I let her up again as I nurse my drink.

Bottle empty, I pull her off me by her hair and spin her back around. I give her pussy a slap and watch her lips jiggle from it before I spread her with one hand and push the neck of the bottle into her hole. "Fuck it" I order, and she begins sliding herself back and forth on it. Body betraying her, the bottle begins to glisten with her juices. "Such a naughty girl getting turned on by a bottle in her pussy," I tease and she whimpers in embarrassment. I pull the bottle from her before she can get too excited, turn it around and slowly but forcefully push the bottom fat end in her. she whines and groans, but eventually it goes in, and I fuck her pussy with it for a while.

I let go of the bottle, leaving it in her, and make my way to our bedroom. She crawls after me, bottle sticking out like a tail. Once in the bedroom, I strip down before pulling the bottle out of her. I spread her dangling lips again and admire her gaped hole. "So used" I tease while pulling on her clit again and giving her pussy a smack again.

I help her onto the bed and leave her on all fours as I retrieve the Hitachi wand from a dresser drawer. Turning it on high, I shove it to her clit without warning. She lets out a squeak of surprise before moaning and grinding her clit to the bulb of the wand. I love seeing her big lips vibrating under her from the wand. I edge her that way for a bit. When she's close to orgasm, I move the bulb from her clit to her hole, and shove it in her. She groans but her body goes rigid as her climax starts. Her whole pussy is vibrating as she whines in orgasm. I leave the wand there as her orgasm continues, quickly over stimulating her.

I spread her ass and taunt her, "not so ready to be used" but that's just how I want her. I line myself up with her asshole and slam all the way into her. she squeals loudly, and I have to grip her tightly to keep her in place. I roughly use her ass, taking her how I want despite her whimpers under me. the vibration from the wand lodged in her pussy only fuel me to go harder and faster. I jackhammer myself in her ass, relentless in my use.

I reach under her and quickly rip the wand out of her pussy, never stopping my pounding. She whines louder, and I slow enough to kiss her back before continuing my thrusts. When I finally reach orgasm, I slam deep in her ass and fill her.

I quickly slide out of her and admire her well used holes momentarily before I slide the fuck machine stand to the edge of the bed. I use this on her so often that it's now quick to set up. I lay a spreader bar at her feet and attach her wrists and ankles to it, leaving her ass in the air. She's huffing and puffing still, so she doesn't object in any way. I spread her ass and examine her hole before attaching a toy to it that will still be a tight fit in her used ass, and take some getting use to. I line up the machine, the piston fully extended, and push the toy hard into her ass until it's completely buried in her. She groans, wincing slightly at the size. I check her again before switching the machine on. I leave it on low long enough to check that the angle and depth are correct, then quickly switch it to high. The machine continues the pounding on her ass, the toy ripping out and shoving in at a very fast pace.

I reach under her to tug her clit and play with her pussy lips before slapping her ass and leaving her there to clean myself up quickly. I return, the machine still relentlessly pounding her ass, "gotta keep that asshole used," I taunt as she whines.

I climb onto the bed at her head, my legs straddling her body. I stroke myself while watching her be helplessly used and stretched. Then my hand finds her hair and I pull her to my cock and lodge myself in her mouth and down her throat, face fucking her while she's restrained and gagging.

I'll fuck her mouth until I grow tired of it. Only then will I slow the machine down until it stops, and release her from the restraints and clean her up for the night, letting her rest until I need to use her again. Which will probably be tomorrow...

[leclerced]

how long does it take for lando and y&n to become oscar/lando/y/n ?? i feel like maybe y/n starts to feel a little guilty when she wants oscar to beg her to stay not lance, and when she wants to just cuddle and watch a movie with him, not even necessarily fuck and she like cries to lando abt it and lando is like “i love him too princess don’t feel bad” and they maybe approach osc about becoming a more permanent part of their relationship? or not but this is just my interpretation of their relationship feel free to ignore !! p.s love this au so much thank you 🙏

no bc . her crying to lando ab it 😭 i will never ignore anything ab this au

lando notices her mood shifting a little each time she’s coming back from oscar’s. it’s barely noticeable at first, but then halfway through the season she’s crawling into his arms with tears in her eyes. he wants to kill oscar until she tells him how she feels about his teammate, that she feels bad for wanting more when she knows she’s already getting so much more than she should ask for, that every time lance is bribing her with gifts and promises of early morning love making, she’s wishing oscar would just once fight for her to stay in his arms. he relaxes hearing all of it, that out of all the drivers begging her to spend the night, oscar’s the only one let’s say respectful enough to not try and break the rules of the agreement. even alex gets his makeshift dates with her over room service in lando’s hotel room. but oscar never pushes for more, only takes what he’s given. she wants him to push for more, she tells lando through hiccups. lando gets it completely, tells her how when oscar retreats into his shell after a night of fun and dips out of the room without even saying anything, it makes his heart ache. max has always slept over. charles cooks for them, played her piano once when there was one handy. carlos serenades her while he washes her hair. and oscar leaves.

oscar doesn’t know it hurts them as much as it hurts him, but he has to leave because having them as much as he already does makes his heart ache. if he let himself have anymore he’d be into deep and it would only hurt more when they eventually tire of their game and kick him out. he doesn’t find out until lando comes to him after she’s cried herself to sleep after he left their room once again. lando slips out of her arms and goes down the hall to his teammates room. oscar’s convinced he did something wrong when he sees the pained look on lando’s face, but then he’s just asking him to come back to their room and though it feels foreign, it doesn’t feel like anything is wrong. when lando returns with oscar, she’s sitting up in the bed, clearly not sleeping deeply like he thought when he slipped out and oscar’s shaken by the sight of her tear streaked cheeks. he doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for as he lets lando lead him back into bed, but he apologizes anyways as he wraps her in his arms. she curls into him and her tears threaten to spill again as she whimpers, ��please stop leaving, i-i can’t stand it when you leave.” his heart stutters in his chest and he looks to lando who’s crawling onto the bed and wrapping his arms around her too, and his teammate just nods in silent agreement, too overwhelmed and tired to try figuring out what any of it meant.

oscar wouldn’t want to talk about it, to make it real, because as soon as they’re something, it means he has something to lose. but he forces himself to open up about his fear of losing them and when he finds out they feel exactly the same way, he isn’t so scared bc it’s very clear none of them are satisfied with just fooling around, and none of them want to lose each other. she turns the almost sad, anxiety inducing conversation on it’s head when she craws into oscar’s lap and asks him to be her boyfriend and even though no one else knows(yet), and even though he knows other drivers will still be fucking her (for now, if his possessive side has anything to say about it), he’s not just another driver anymore.

[immissingmaxx]

My Mascot// Tendou Satori

Chapter Five: Tease

Summary: Now that Tendou knows the full identity of his “Mystery Mascot,” he can’t seem to get enough.

Warnings: Slightly whipped Tendou, mentions of partying, sneaking out, Tendou annoying his friends AND you

Word count: 1690

"And then she said she'll see me at the next game. Can you believe it Wakatoshi-kun?" I spread my blanket over my bed.

"No I can't. So you found her, right after you left saying you'll find her?"

"I'm just that amazing." I flopped into my bed. Its hard sleeping top bunk but its better than sleeping under a behemoth. I can't even imagine how restless id be.

Ushijima closed his textbook, looking back at me from our shared desk.

"So, you'll stop trying to seek her out now."

"Of course i will, because i found her." I fluffed my pillow and hugged it close to my chest, sitting on my bed facing him.

"You know what i mean. Tendou." Ushijima bored his eyes into mine. Of course i know what he means, but it's embarrassing that he thinks that.

"I just.. want to get close to her. Then I'll be satisfied." I hugged my pillow tighter. Ushijima stood up, putting his things away.

"First you needed to know who she was, then you needed to see her, and now you need to get close to her." I stayed quiet. I had nothing to say anyways.

"You're a confusing man Tendou." Ushijima turned off the lights and climbed into his bed.

"..Yeah. I know."

-

Y/n's Pov

Tendou Satori.. Satori Tendou.. Tendou..

I know his name now. The man i bumped into on my first day as a mascot. I got to see him clearly. His frayed red hair, his tall lankey figure, exactly the way he was the first day i met him.

I laid over my desk, sighing, just as my roommate bursted in.

"Yo F/n, your studying?" She walked over, drying her hair with a towel.

"Yeah, we have a test tomorrow. Uh, areant you supposed to leave those in the shower rooms?" She shrugged and pulled out her phone.

"I'll put it back later." She tossed it aside, adding it to her pile. I rolled my eyes, closing my textbook. Alot of people here annoy me, I can't imagine myself liking anyone here, but Kanna..

"So you'll cover for me again right? There's another party."

..she's.. an exception.

I sighed. "Yeah whatever." I got up and laid in bed, pulling out my phone. I cant go to bed until the Dorm Managers come to do checks.

"Your the best!" Kanna came to my bed and kissed my cheek, before picking up her bag and heading out the door.

"Remember to leave the window open alright!"

"Yeahhh." With that she was gone. I don't mind the window being open. I sleep better in the cold anyways. I get to snuggle under a pile of blankets. Its cold at first but its gets more comfortable.

I could hear Kanna meeting with her friends outside. She's invited me to join her a couple times but I couldn't handle being around all those people. Being at school is bothersome enough. I'll enjoy my time alone while i can, and I'm thankful Kanna goes out enough that i can do that.

A knock on my door rips my eyes from my phone screen. I stand up and check the upper bunk, making sure the pillow is still tucked under Kanna's blankets, along with the wig ontop of her pillow.

The DM walked in with a clipboard, looking at me, then up at the top bunk.

"She sleeps early alot doesn't she?" The DM commented as she checked us on her clipboard. I quietly nodded. No matter how many times i covered for Kanna it still makes me nervous when the DMs try to talk to me.

"Alright. Night." The DM left and i sighed, turning off the light. I crawled into bed, plugging my phone in and turning to sleep.

-

"Man that party was so fun! Ugh you have to come with me next time!" Kanna was full of energy, even after being out all night.

"You know I won't, so stop asking." I chuckled a bit. We were walking together to the building, we don't do this everyday but today was different.

"I can't imagine having to take a test after being out all night." Kanna stopped in her tracks at my words.

"The test... I forgot all about it! F/n you'll help me right?" Kanna grabbed at my shoulders

"Sorry, I'll help you sneak out but helping you cheat is out of my zone."

"Aughhhh but F/nnnnnn.."

"L/nnnnnn!!!" Me and Kanna turned our attention to the sudden voice calling out my name.

Tendou Satori.

He pranced over to me, a tall stoic man dragging behind him.

"I don't usually see you in the morning, today must be my lucky day." He smiled to me.

"Uh.. yeah." I can't help avoiding his eyes as they bore into me. Kanna leaned close to me.

"Since when we're you friends with Shiratorizawa's guess monster?"

"Guess monster?"

"Thats what they call me! I can guess anything, for example, this guy's gonna buy me some milk from the vending machine." Tendou pointed both his fingers to the large man catching up behind him.

"Not happening Tendou."

"Wha? Don't make me look bad infront of L/n."

"Aha, don't worry Tendou. I believe you. I've seen you play."

"Oh yeah??" Tendou stepped closer to me, towering over me as he leaned closer.

"Ya like what you see?" Tendou smirked at me, his sudden question catching me off guard.

"U-uh.. i uh.."

"Tendou. Thats enough." The large man grabbed Tendou by the back of his shirt.

"Yeah! The only person who can tease my girl is me!" Kanna wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh you want a bet? Watch me!" Tendou yelled after her as the man dragged him away.

"Jeez, how do you know him." Kanna kept an arm around me as we continued our walk.

"I'll tell you about it."

-

"L/nnnnnnn!!" Second time today. Tendou waved to me from across the lunchroom. He sat at a table with a couple other men I recognize from his team. I looked around before making my way to his table.

"Uh, hey-"

"Sit with us! Sit!" Tendou stood up, pulling out a chair across the table from his. I reluctantly followed. I sat next to someone I recognized most. He's in my class and most of all, he gave me my helmet when it fell off during the game. Shinobu i think?

"We met this morning. My name is Wakatoshi Ushijima." The large stoic man from the morning spoke up, grabbing my attention.

"And thats Reon Ohira, and baby Goshiki." Tendou pointed to two others sitting at the table.

"Don't introduce me like that! Im Tsutomu Goshiki." One of the guys scolded Tendou before telling me his name.

"And you might already know Shirabu." Tendou ignored him and finished introducing everyone. Shirabu turned to me and gave me a small nod. I nodded back, turning to the whole table.

"Its nice to meet you all. My name's L/n F/n."

Tendou leaned over, looking at my plate.

"Watcha eating? Looks good."

"Its uhh.." I tried to make sense of whatever was on my plate, before i could get another word out Tendou took a spoonful of my food and shoved it in his mouth.

"Mmm.. will you share with me?" He leaned closer, readying his spoon to take another scoop.

"Uh-"

"Tendou get your own lunch." Shirabu snatched his spoon, tossing it aside.

"Awwh c'mon." Tendou threw himself back into his chair.

"I forgot my lunch card." Tendou whined

"That's your fault." Ushijima scolded him, taking a spoonful of his own food.

"But all of your food looks so gooood. Someone at least come with me to the vending machine."

"Tendou go by yourself-"

"I'll go with you." I stood up before Shirabu could finish yelling at him.

"Hah! See? L/n cares about me." Tendou stood up, grabbing my hand.

"Lets go L/n!"

-

"So that girl from this morning is your roommate? Thought she was your girlfriend or something." Tendou stood up as he grabbed his drink from the vending machine.

"Uh yeah, i guess she can act that way." I laughed a bit, watching him lean over the vending machine and take a long sip from his drink. Even as he drink, he kept his eyes on me, taking in my figure.

"So umm.. do you always hog the vending machine like that?" I pointed to the couple of girls, waiting to use the vending machine.

"Huh? Oh. Not always." Tendou moved aside as he tried defending himself. I raised a brow to him, but all i could do is laugh. This feels weird. Talking to Tendou, eating lunch with his friends. This is the kind of thing i usually hate but, I don't hate this.

"So, do you usually eat alone?" Tendou instead leaned against the wall, i joined him, leaning against the wall next to him.

"Yeah, i do. But i don't mind it. I like being alone."

"Huh. So i guess you didnt like sitting with me and my friends? Sorry for dragging you along."

"No no, i didn't mind it either either uh.. shouldn't we get back to them?" I sat up.

"Oh yeah. You should finish your lunch." Tendou chuckled, sitting up himself. He stepped closer and once again towered over me.

"Unless you wanna eat something else?" Tendou smirked.

"Uh.. I- what?" Tendou snickered, slipping past me.

"You already got lunch, lets go eat that. I mean you eat that. And I'll watch, and eat nothing." Tendou walked back towards the lunchroom.

My heart was beating so fast, it could jump out of my chest at any minute. I swear it could. I could feel it. My face was so hot, it was burning.

"Uh.. Tendou!" I called after him, before i could even think.

"Hm?" He turned back to me, his drink held to his lips.

"I'll.. share my lunch." I sighed.

"Really? L/n your the best!" Tendou bolted towards the lunch room.

"I- hey dont eat it all!" I ran after him. I don't mind this, really.

[centralperkchenford]

Fic prompt; first I love you but one of them says it really casually/don’t realise they’ve said it and the other one is like freaking out/giggling inside about it

Ahhhh this one turned from soft to angsty to fluff real quick.

Fic prompt; first I love you but one of them says it really casually/don’t realize they’ve said it and the other one is like freaking out/giggling inside about it

Love you to the moon and to Saturn.

4 times Tim + Lucy almost say I love you + 1 time they do.

1

Lucy thinks that she and Tim are in a secret competition to see who can say I love you first. It’s been at the tip of her tongue for weeks now but she can’t seem to get it out. She thinks he loves her because he shows her everyday in one way or another that he does. And she tries to show him too. It just never seems to be the right time, and Lucy doesn’t want to just blurt it out.

That is until she almost does.

They are at game night with Angela, Wesley, Nyla and James. And they are playing charades which Tim seems to be very good at. And of course she’s on his team so every time he gets an answer right she gets more and more excited. Finally with the two other couples grumbling about Tim and Lucy winning, Lucy basically crawls onto Tim’s lap and presses herself against him, almost forgetting where they were.

“Oh my god I lo-” She stops herself mid sentence when she looks at Tim’s face. His eyebrows are raised and he’s holding onto her back so she doesn’t tip over.

“You what?” He asks and he raises his eyebrows even more so they are now in his hairline.

“I’m so happy we won!” She says lamely. Tim tilts his head at her, frowning slightly and she slides off his lap and doesn’t look at him for the rest of the night.

Later when they are going home, Tim reaches over to place his hand on her thigh and he squeezes it gently forcing her to look at him.

“Lucy-” he begins but she shakes her head firmly at him. She really didn’t want to discuss this right now even if she really did love him. It just wasn’t the time, soon she thinks. Soon they would say it.

2

Tim has a feeling that Lucy was going to say the three little words to him at game night. He could read her better than anyone and the way she acted after was a dead giveaway. The thing is Tim wants to say those words too. But he can never find the perfect opportunity to do it. He could do it when they are laying in bed satisfied and relaxed. He could do it on the way to work, they usually ride in together now. But none of those feel right, and he wants it to be special because Lucy deserves it.

He thinks he found the perfect opportunity and it was all going right until it wasn’t.

It was date night, something they tried to have at least once a week. It didn’t always work with their busy schedules but they always tried to find time for each other. They were at a nice restaurant and Tim pulls out Lucy’s chair for her. She gives him a grateful look and then he goes to take his own seat. He sits across from Lucy who is reading the menu and biting her lip intently as if she’s really studying the menu. She looks beautiful like she always does, but there’s something about tonight that take Tim’s breath away. Her curly chestnut flowing down her back, her brown eyes sparkling. She has on a green dress that was cut low in the front. The necklace he got her laid in the middle. She looks at him and smiles softly at him. The smile that she reserves just for him.

“What?” She asks him. He shrugs his shoulders but he still is smiling at her.

“You look beautiful.” Is all he says and Lucy beams at him.

“You don’t look too shabby yourself Bradford.” She says and she slides her hand across the table to grasp his.

He grins at her, and squeezes her hand before pulling back. The waitress comes and takes their orders and then their evening is pleasant. They eat and talk, but Tim can’t help and just stare at Lucy. The three little words on the tip of his tongue.

“Luce.” He says quietly and she looks up and tilts her head.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say that..” He trails off remembering the time when he said this to her after their kiss in her apartment. “I lov…” He stops. “I appreciate you.”

Lucy face falls a little bit. Tim grimaces to himself cursing himself for not following through.

“I appreciate you too.” Says Lucy quietly and she reaches out to squeeze his hands.

He nods and sighs.

Coward he thinks. Just tell her you love her.

3

I appreciate you. Lucy hears Tim’s words rolling around in her head. I appreciate you too and then her own stupid words.

They were so close to saying it and yet…

Lucy sighs softly as she turns her head to look at Tim, who is still sleeping soundly. His large hand on her thigh.

She closes her eyes and turns her head away from Tim. She feels him shift and pull her closer.

“You’re thinking too loud.” He grumbles. “What’s on your mind?”

She turns so she’s fully facing him, her chest against his. “Do you really appreciate me or was that just-” She trails off unsure how to continue.

Tim’s blue eyes widen and he looks a little apprehensive. “No-no I meant that.” He says. “I did I just um-”

Lucy nods in understanding even if she really doesn’t understand. “Yeah okay.” She says quickly wishing she has never brought it up.

“Lucy listen-” Tim begins. “Don’t ever think that I don’t-”

“You don’t what Tim?” She asks. “That you don’t lo-” She stops just like she did last time but this time she doesn’t look at him.

She feels tears prickling her eyes and she is appalled that she’s about to start crying. There’s an awkward silence and then Lucy moves away from him swinging her legs out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He asks her and this time she does look at him.

“I just am going to get some air.” She replies. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods but his eyes stay on the entire time, she’s pulling one of his T-Shirts over her head.

Lucy leaves the room, and heads to the kitchen. She wants to say I love you to Tim so bad. But some how she keeps chickening out and apparently so does he. She sighs and fills up a glass of water and takes a sip, glancing at the open bedroom door where the man she loves lays.

One of these days she’s going to tell him and it’s going to be so freeing.

4.

Tim walks into the station and he knows he looks grumpy and probably a little scary to the new rookies who are just staring at him as he stomps around but he could really care less. He goes over what happened this morning in bed when Lucy once again almost said I love you. And then somehow once again chickened out. It’s not her fault, he did tell her he appreciated her like she was just some coworker again. And not the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He sighs and he’s about to make it into his office when Angela steps in front of him with her arms folded crossed her chest.

“Timothy.” She says sternly. “What is going on with you?” Tim tries to push past her but she stops him.

“You have been stomping around here all day, with a grumpy look on your face. Did something happen with Lucy?”

Tim sighs and runs his hands down his face. “No we are fine. I just- she- we..” he trials off and Angela raises her eyebrows. “You just what?” She asks.

“I love her.” He says and he wishes it was this easy with Lucy. “I love her but I can’t get it out and she can’t get it out. So we are throwing other words around like I appreciate you.”

He sighs as he continues to talk. “I don’t know why..”

“Tim.” Angela placed her hand on his arm. “You will find the right time and you will be able to say it okay? Don’t put all this pressure on yourself, you will know when the time is right okay?”

Tim nods and runs his fingers through his hair. “I just want to tell her how much I love her. I think she knows but..”

“It will come to you Tim. I promise.” Angela says sympathetically.

Later Tim decides to show Lucy how much he loves her. And kisses her all over and she’s giggling and surging up to kiss him. And god she’s beautiful, he stares down at her and she traces her finger across his face.

“What’s on your mind?” She asks. He doesn’t answer just stares down at her.

“How about I show you instead?” He says smirking at her. She rolls her eyes but he can only hope she caught the meaning behind his words.

+1

Tim stands behind Lucy as she grips the steering wheel on the arcade car game.

“Go right!” Tim mutters as she barely avoids the guardrail. Lucy turns to glare at him and he reaches forward to get her back on the road.

“Focus Luce.” He says sternly in his best TO voice. “You can’t be running into cones.”

Lucy turns the steering wheel to the left sharply and hits a cartoon pedestrian.

“Whoops.” She says and Tim looks at her in amusement.

“Oops? You just hit a person and you say whoops.” He says and she turns sharply again finally getting back on the road.

“What?” She asks and she is actually focusing now which Tim finds adorable. He sits on the edge of the seat and scoots Lucy over a bit.

“Let me help.” He says and Lucy glares at him again. He knows what she’s about to say so he leans over to kiss her without taking his eyes off the screen. “Just so you don’t get last place.”

She sighs and let’s up on the wheel a little. “You are infuriating.” She grumbles.

“You love me.” He quips back, his eyes never leaving the screen. He’s up to 6th place now.

“I do love you but you are still annoying.” She says. Tim swivels his head to look at her. His heart pounding in his chest. He hears an explosion on the game but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Lucy.

She loves him! She loves him!

“Did you just say—?” He asks her tentatively. She looks up at him with wide brown eyes, she opens and closes her mouth realizing what she had just said.

“I.. god yes Tim. I love you. I love you so much I haven’t been able to say it. I chicken out-”

He cuts her off with a kiss and pulls her into his lap. She’s so close he can feel her heart beating against his.

“I love you too baby. I have been scared too but I love you so much. I am so sorry that I said I appreciate you, which I do but I fucking love you too.”

Lucy sighs happily and wiggles herself more onto his lap. They are on a seat made for one and it’s squished but neither of them seem to care.

“Why was that so hard?” Lucy asks and she’s peppering kisses all over his face. “It’s been on the tip of my tongue for months.. and I-”

Tim shrugs his shoulders because he doesn’t know why it was so hard. But now that he’s said it he knows he’s never going to stop.

“I love you.” He mutters as he kisses her again. She says it back softly and he sighs happily.

“Excuse me?” Tim looks away from Lucy to see one of the arcade employees standing there staring at them.

“This is a family arcade. And there are kids who want to play this game. So if you don’t mind…” He says awkwardly. “Uh but I am happy you guys love each other.”

Lucy huffs out a laugh and slides off the seat. Tim follows her and grabs her hand once they are side by side again.

Tim leads her out of the arcade and to his truck where he backs her into it.

“I love you.” He says quietly.

Lucy looks at him and smiles before tugging him down to kiss her again.

“Please never stop saying that to me.” She says as she looks up at him. “Please always tell me you love me.”

Tim just kisses her gently. “I don’t think I will ever be able to stop Luce.”

And she giggles happily. “Me neither.”

Tim grins at her and he reaches over to open the passenger door.

“Let me take you home to show you how much I love you.”

He steps back so she can climb into the truck, but not before she pulls him to her.

“I’m counting on it.”

And yea Tim does break a few speeding laws that night getting the woman he loves and who loves him back home.

[blackacre13]

pleeease do more Hela and Y/N fics its so good, you're a gem ❤︎

Part 2 is here; Here's part 3!

“Oh,” you gasp as you stumble back slightly before turning to look at her. “My queen,” you mumble bowing messily as she smirks down at you.

She nods her head back to the archway she’s appeared through, a mischievous grin on her face.

“I’m afraid we won’t be staying here, Y/N,” she declares as you look up at her, unsure of what’s about to happen. “I think we might be more comfortable in my chambers.”

“As you wish,” you nod, unsure if you should start to walk forward until she nods her head once more before turning away, waiting for you to follow.

“Oh? Y/N?” She adds, turning once more.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Leave your dress here.”

She waits for a moment, before you drop your gaze, fumbling with the straps of your dress before slipping it down your shoulders, looking up briefly just in time to see her satisfied smirk before she clicks away, leaving you to finish undressing.

You consider your undergarments for a moment, but remember that she said dress specifically, so you leave them on, still feeling completely naked and vulnerable, padding after her as you fidget with the gold chain around your neck, the emerald swinging, left and right, left and right.

“In here, darling,” her voice beckons as you keep walking down the hallway, cold and dark, echoes clicking and creaking, the only light flickering from candles, casting a soft ember glow.

She’s sitting on the edge of a grand, regal bed. It takes up most of the room, not many other pieces of furniture or knick knacks. It’s bold. It’s regal. It’s her. All gold and velvet black with pops of emerald that have you feeling cold tingles down your spine and something hot between your thighs, like flames so hot they feel cold licking at your skin.

She waves you forward with the wag of a single index finger, tilting her head, raven-black hair falling over her shoulder, black silk falling down her skin with it as you let out a shudder, your breath hitching.

“Sit, my pet,” she murmurs, patting the edge of the bed. “There’s no need to kneel before me, Y/N. Well…not today at least.”

You’re unsure what to think as you walk forward, sitting down, rigid beside her, and then one of her hands is on your thigh, sliding towards your center slowly as you let out a shaky breath at the touch, your stomach flipping deliciously.

Her other hand finds your back, resting delicately against it as you hum, and then her hand goes rigid, sharp nails digging into your skin as you let out a gasp, a velvet chuckle falling from her lips.

“You know I never had the chance to thank you for your service the other day, Y/N,” Hela murmurs, one hand gliding down your thigh as the other raked down your back, both making you shiver, goosebumps rippling down your skin. “And I don’t know which feels better to you,” she breathes. Her fingers trace along your thigh before disappearing and then her nails rake along your back again before they stop, as if to prove her point. Her choices. 

“Both,” you squeak, blushing at the admission.

“Well, well,” she laughs softly, pushing your leg open slightly so you’re exposed to her, her hand trailing down along her panties, swiping along the fabric as you let out a whimper. “Wet already, I see. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Y/N? How delicate. And quite the talent. Not many people have heard me make the sounds I made…for you, my pet. And now? I’d like to hear what sounds you can make for me, Y/N.”

“Please,” you whisper, feeling yourself growing wetter, the brunette looking down at your with sharp, deep eyes.

“Try again,” she whispers, pushing you onto your back, her fingers sweeping through your hair as she crawls down you, breathing against your core, your hips bucking up against her, desperate to be touched.

“My queen,” you pant, unable to keep your hips from rolling against her, even as she slowly pulls your panties down your thighs to your knees, smirking and laughing at you, already a whimpering, pathetic mess under her grip with barely a touch, only the idea of what she might do, already driving you absolutely wild. “Please, my Queen. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours.”

“That’s more like it, my pet,” she whispers, dragging her tongue along your hip as you cry out before her head disappears between your thighs, her nose and tongue poking at your wetness slow and torturously.

She’s snickering at you as you roll your hips, trying to gain more purchase, reaching up at her, but she pins your hands down against the mattress.

She licks along your ear as you gasp, her hand finding your neck, pressing firmly.

“You can ask me to touch you, darling,” she whispers. “And I will. But if you want me to Fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”

[tinyidle]

sunmi sonmophilia kink (light) smut pls

light somnophilia with gf!sunmi

i slept for a while and cannot go back to sleep, so have this fic while i write it at near 5 in the morning.

WARNING: smut ofc, somno k*nk (light), p*ssy eating, consent beforehand, no power dynamics (sub/dom), no dialogue yet descriptive, gf!sunmi, gn!partner!reader, fiction ofc

tag: @jisuahh

sweet. innocent. she looked like a beautiful swan while sleeping, yet you know she's a vixen when awake.

you guys have discussed morning, soft and romantic sex, but just recently sunmi brought up sleep sex. at first you were all for it on yourself, but when she mentioned it being done to her, you were reluctant. what if you hurt her? what if you lose control? what if she's actually unconscious? what she changes her mind lasmt second?

sunmi had to assure you and reassure you that, as long as you let her know before she goes to bed or act as gentle as possible, everything would be okay.

and here you are, staring at your beautiful partner sleeping peacefully. you told her prior that you might feel a bit horny when you get home and she replied that she'd be ready for you. but of course, since sunmi's always working hard, she passed out at 10 pm. it's now 2 am and you're watching her sleeping figure that is covered in breathable silk, rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. very delectable.

you have to have her right now.

once you changed into your top with shorts, you quietly crawled onto the bed and pressed small kisses on your girlfriend's slim shoulders. sunmi shifted a bit, but then smiled when she realized that she was going to be getting what she tried to stay up for, even in the sleepy mindset she was in just now.

small kisses from her shoulders went down to her arm, waist, hip, and thigh. you then carefully spread her pretty legs open to find a significantly wet patch on her white cotton panties. pushing that material to the side, you focused on how wet your girlfriend was before sticking your tongue out and giving her slit a long, languid lick.

to that sunmi gasped in her sleep, her response being to immediately tense up. as you used your hands to massage her thighs and alternate between gentle kisses to her clit and kitten licks to her hole, she soon relaxed and even started to moan and whimper in her sleep.

it didn't take too long before you could feel your girlfriend's hips buck up and thighs shake. she was close. you kept up with your ministrations until you heard a small shiver from above up and felt her essence seep out of her entrance. you let her ride out her high by lightly sucking on her slit until you heard her whine.

smiling at your accomplishment, you got off the bed to retrieve wipes and a new pair of undies. taking out a wipe, you gently wiped off any arousal that stained sunmi's thighs and outer cunt. she giggled a bit, the cold sensation of the material yet the care you took on her lower half making her ticklish.

you then slowly and gently put the new panties on sunmi, giving the top of her pelvis a small pat. you felt satisfied enough that you didn't need much stimulation of your own. you pulled the covers up on both your bodies and cuddled her until you fell into a deep slumber.

[mimeisspeaking]

Beautiful Silence (Kylo Ren x fem!character)

Summary- Kylo Ren wakes up from a nightmare, luckily, he's with his princess.

Warnings- slight mention of death

Word Count- 676

A/N- This isn't my first time writing but it is my first time showing it to someone other than my mom so it's likely not the best. I also uploaded this from my notes app so the format is very weird and gross. Anyway, this is just sleepy Kylo Ren fluff so enjoy!

(p.s. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES!!)

Kylo is running. He is running and stars, he's never ran this hard. He's in a forest on some planet he's visited only once. Why is he running? Kylo wants to stop, he knows he can't run forever but he can't stop. It's like his feet have a mind of their own, that mind is stupid.

Suddenly, and by no will of his own, he turns around a tree and starts running a different direction. He starts to hear something he didn't before, water? He's out of the trees now and the sun is beating down on him and damn, why is he still running?! He's not sure how long the running lasted, it felt like hours, but he stops now. There's someone in front of him? Not close enough to see his features but there's definitely someone there. He's turning around and no, no he's dead.

There's no way this is happening, Han Solo is dead. "I am dead, you know better than anyone, don't you?" Han Solo is speaking. How is he speaking? HE'S DEAD!

"Why? WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?" Kylo cries back.

"I am you, Ben. You carry my memory with you, you once carried my name."

Kylo turns back and he runs, it's not his feet this time, he wants to run. It's his will now and he can tell. He's sweating, and his heartbeat is roaring in his ear when-

Kylo opens his eyes.

Quietness.

Beautiful, beautiful silence.

The only sound is the hum of the generator and her quiet, deep breaths. He's in bed with his princess, his queen who deserves way better than him, wrapped into her while laying in a bed that is far too small for him. Kylo's head is resting against her chest, his thumping heart is replaced by the faint beats coming from the other side of her tearstained shirt. He remembers last night..

It was well into the night when Kylo ran out of a meeting that wasn't going his way and found his feet taking him to her room. He had placed his helmet on a table and his shoes beside them when he couldn't hold it in any longer. He pressed his face into the neck of his sleeping beauty and wept. Kylo wept, and she let him. They were in the midst of an argument about Maker knows what yet she still grabbed onto him, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into her as she whispered soft affirmations in that perfect voice of hers; "It's not your fault," "I'm not leaving you, Kylo."

Kylo hopes she knows how much he needs this. How much he needs her. He needs to wake up from one of his nightmares, with the sun barely out the window, entangled in her arms. He needs his angel to give him the affection he so craves but will never ask her for.

Kylo's grip on her waist tightens and he pulls her impossibly close, knowing they'll never get close enough to satisfy him. At this movement, his goddess's hand goes straight to his hair, unconsciously massaging his scalp.

He hopes she knows how much he loves her. He's not good at showing it and he understands that. He'll likely crawl out of her bed in a couple of hours, leaving her without his overwhelming body heat and in a cold, lonely bed. He hopes she doesn't think he has to do this because he doesn't want to lay with her until the last star burns out, or because he doesn't want to hold her so tightly in his arms until his muscles constrict. He can't do that, no matter how much he wants to, because he needs his strength, it's all he has. Maybe one day, he'll be able to wake her up with kisses on her lips, her nose, her eyelid. Maybe one day he'll be able to hold onto his princess until his muscles ache.

But for now, he'll close his puffy eyes, this time to dream of beautiful silence.

[hyuckstunaroll]

12 Days of Christmas

# TEASER 2

WARNING | fighting, mentions of death, cream pie, slow burn(ish) public sex, gangbang, masturbation, sex tapes, degrading, choking, violence,

GENRE | SMUT, fluffy-ish, friends-to-fuckbuddies.

RELEASE DATE | postponed - date will be released in next teaser.

Small synopsis | What happens when a group of your guy friends ask to have sex with you “12 days of Christmas” edition? Let’s find out. Having sex with 8 or 9 guys in less than two weeks? Sounds wrong, right? 8 of your hottest guy friends ask to have sex with you. Y/n l/n , A girl who can’t even get her drivers license or get her life on track properly cause she’s likes guys that don’t even know she exists.

…What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t that good lol I didn’t expect to have anyone see this. So I guess I gotta satisfy my small crowd.

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You turn off your phone in embarrassment after the call you just had with the boys though it was just suppose to be Taeyong. You balled your hand into fist and nudge your head a few times thinking it would help with the embarrassing moment you just had.

Thoughts running into your head as you crawled up into a ball and turning on your phone just to look at your wallpaper of your friend who you had recently lost 3 months ago. Moments past and a tear ran down your face slowly until you realised that this is just how life goes. It sucks and you knew it.

Well it wasn’t the first time you realised but it always went like this. You would cry and realise the important things in life and how you failed to miss them. You then knowingly continue to get drunk only to end up in one of your friends bed the next morning. You didn’t like how you coped with yourself though but you had no idea how to stop it this way. You missed your best friend but now that they were gone you wanted to cope somehow and that dumb idea was to sleep with other friends…just like you did with them “you’re best friend”.

You lay in bed thinking about the request you agreed to 20 minutes ago. It doesn’t leave your brain after a million times of trying to forget it . It’s basically carved into your brain. You decided to sleep it off but it wouldn’t budge. The thought of you sleeping with your hot guy friends who decided to cope the same way as you just made you wanna punch yourself until you knock the fuck out. This is bad right? I mean they thought of the idea... You get up to grab a glass of warm milk which you don’t usually do which you thought was weird.

You then decided to turn on a movie to help you sleep. Which partially helped since it was five in the morning and just then your eyes were slowly dropping as the seventh movie played.

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The next morning you wake up from a call. It’s Taeyong. This is how it goes…

“Morning sleeping beauty”

“Uhh I don’t think you would say that if you were right next to me tho”

“Hahahaha you’re always beautiful stop denying it”

You smile at his compliment

Look I just wanted to talk about your flight next week.

You calmly talked for about 10 minutes about the plan of you coming back to town next week. That’s until Taeyong reminds you about what they had discussed about last night with the boys. This was probably the best time to admit that you don’t wanna do it anymore right?

“Yonggieee” you whine softly

“What is it beautiful? ”

You’re small smile turning into a grin at his compliment.

“Yongie I don’t think I wanna do the roulette thing…sorry” you said quietly hoping you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself.

“What’s that?” He didn’t hear you clearly which makes you nervous.

“ I-I don’t wanna do the roulette thing” you say clearer than before. It goes silent until…

“WHAT?! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” It scares you but you take it well

“I said I don’t wanna do this”

“ WHAT THE ACTUALL FUCK. I BROUGHT THINGS FOR YOU JUST SO WE COULD HAVE MORE FUN AND YOU EVEN AGREED LAST NIGHT” He shouted loud enough for the nosy boys to hear from their own rooms.

“But Taeyong I’m not comfortable I was thinking about them last night…and I-” you get cut off

“ITS ALWAYS THEM, THEM, THEM CANT YOU FOCUS ON SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD?! THEIR FUCKING GONE. THEIR NOT HERE FOR YOU OR US ANYMORE. HAVE YOU GONE MORE STUPID?! DID SOMEONE FUCK YOU DUMB? THEY WERE OUR FRIEND TOO!! IM GETTING SICK OF YOU THINKING THEY WERE ONLY THERE FOR YOU. CANT YOU SEE THEIR DEAD NOW?! THEIR NOT COMING BACK..” He argues at you causing you to get teary as well as himself.

“You don’t mean that Tae. You know how I am, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Oh cut the bullshit y/n . We all know you do it to cope with it like us. once you get here you’ll be all over us.”

“No I won’t tae, why do you think so low of me…” you regret saying the last sentence knowing that he’s probably right.

He shakes his head and says “I gotta go. Also don’t think about calling me tonight go booty call the other guys.” He says as he hangs up before you could even say goodbye…

“Fuck” you say to yourself, thinking about what the possibilities of things going wrong because “the possibility of all those possibilities being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen” You then feel yourself getting tearful and crawl back into bed crying yourself back to sleep….

A/N :THANKS TO THE PEOPLE WHO ARE REBLOGGING THIS PEICE OF SHIT!!! I’ll try to make you all happy and make it as smutty as possible. Don’t be shy to ask anything i’ll be happy with some help you beautiful horny children BYEEEE -<333333333

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can I have characters' child coming to sleep with them after having a bad dream? For the Undertale characters maybe?

Undertale Sans - "whadncej?" and then he goes back to sleep. It's too late to react, he just deals with it. He never minds his child joining him to sleep, so he doesn't really care. Though, the kid will have to push him a litte to lay down because Sans is sleeping like a sea star, legs and arms stretched around him. Sans doesn't even wake up.

Undertale Papyrus - He jumps a little, surprises, but calmed down when he sees it's just his child. Papyrus smiles kindly at him and will gladly let him sleep with him. He will stay awake, petting his head, until he is sure the child is asleep, and then falls back asleep instead.

Undertale Toriel - She tries really hard to say now but years of losing children made her weak for puppy eyes. She sighs and lets you crawl in bed next to her. She will ask what was the nightmare about and tries to make the child understand it's all in their head and that they are safe now.

Undertale Asgore - Nothing a big bear hug can't solve. You are crushed with love between his arms, and you fall asleep again, knowing there's litteraly nowhere else safer than in the arms of the most powerful monster of the Underground.

Undertale Undyne and Alphys - "'phys, your kid's awaaaake" "Before 5 am it's y-your kid." "Noooooo c'mon I work early tomorrow." "Me too and I worked all night too." "Uuuuuurgh". Undyne grabs the kid like a squeak toy and squeezes it between her and Alphys. The child is confused, but ok. Undyne pets randomly their head, the pillow, Alphys' head and her own head to help you to sleep, while she's struggling to keep her eyes open. So you pets Undyne's belly to calm her until she falls asleep, very satisfied.

Undertale Frisk - Frisk doesn't wake up. So the child waits near the bed, staring at them without blinking. All night long. When Frisk awakes, they almost had a heart attack. The child takes finally this as a yes to hop in the bed. Too bad it's time for school.

Undertale Chara - "That's my bed, go to yours." "But I'm scared... :(" "I don't care!" Chara stretches their limbs spider-like and hisses at the kid. It's their bed, not yours, go back to sleep in your. Parents room is their hiding spot from adulthood, don't you dare ruin this.

Undertale Mettaton - You're not sleeping in his room, but he puts his last movie "Count the sheeps with a killer robot" to help you to sleep better. It's full of drama, Mettaton keeps counting randomly backwards and some sheeps are missing. You don't like it. You dream of killer sheeps that night and it's worse.

Undertale Gaster - Uh... So. He wakes S/O. "I have a good and a bad news. The good news is the kid is not doing a nightmare anymore and he won't bother us tonight. The bad one is that I accidentally absorb them trying to hug them and they might be lost in the Void." Ah. Great. Though it's late so you decide to wait the morning to go look after them. In the Void, the child is just screaming.

Undertale Grillby - It's ok. He's a living night light, no monster can get you in the night. You cuddle against him, relieved and you have a good night of sleep. Grillby really doesn't mind, he knows he's a comforting monster. Sans is doing this too when he's drunk and sad. That's kinda his life now.

Undertale Muffet - That's no bother. Everyone is sleeping in Muffet's room all the time. You push a few little spiders out of the way and cuddle between her, her pet and a lot of tiny spiders really happy to have something warm to sleep against. No one is sleeping alone in the spider family.

Undertale Burgerpants - You look at him with sad eyes. He sighs and forces himself to purr, because purring is calming people. He hates it when people are forcing him to purr, but he's a cat, that's what he supposed to do. He wishes he was a dog. At least he would had have a pack to sleep with instead of his tiny child that can't even keeps his feet warm. And added to that, you're stealing his blanket and he can't say anything because then you'll wake up and bother him again. Why can't he have a normal life?

Undertale Flowey - He can't have a child. He's just sleeping all alone. In the dark. With no one cuddling him or hearing him scream in the dark of the night.

Undertale Gerson - He sniffs, trying so hard not to cry. It had been years no one did this and he didn't know how much he missed it before you sneaked in his bed. God, he misses the time when Undyne was all little and scared. But eh, he has you now, so it's not all gone. C'mere, he's going to tell you some stories so you can sleep better.

[tth-pdf]

Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

Unwrap Me

Genre: Smut

Best friend! Felix x reader x best friend! Jisung; threesome; unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.85k

Mellow speaks: Here's a little something I made for my beloved September twins! It was really fun to write, and I hope many people like reading it too!

Entering their shared dorm late night on Jisung's birthday, the two guys who like to call themselves the "September Birthday Twins" are surprised to find her shoes placed neatly near the door. Surprised, but not shocked. It is a regular occurrence for them to have their best friend Y/N over at their dorm, but today, they hadn't expected her to be here of all places, when only a couple hours ago, she had excused herself from the party that had been throwing to celebrate Jisung. The original plan had been to stay long enough to ring in Felix's birthday as well, but neither of the two boys felt like continuing for long after she left, having made up some excuse that they were far too drunk to remember.

"What is Y/N doing here? And where is she anyway?," the Aussie asks his roommate, only to have him shrug in response. "I didn't even know she was gonna be here, how would I know why she is here? As for where she is, let's go check the bedroom." Nodding, Felix starts leading the way down the corridor towards their bedroom, only to realize that the lights in the room are still off. Coming up behind him, Jisung pushes the door open, calling out, "Y/N? Are you in here?," while turning the light on. What awaited them on the bed was something neither of them had expected, but had definitely dreamed about.

There, looking like a pretty gift just for them, sat their best friend, her (presumably) naked body wrapped in ribbons of different colors, her innocent eyes wide with excitement. "Surprise!," she calls out softly, biting her lip at their flabbergasted expressions, eyes blown out and mouths hanging open in surprise. This seems to pull them out of their trance, as Felix asks, "W-what are you doing?," too afraid to let his mind run wild with the thoughts that are clouding it. Smiling, she replies, "Remember when we were talking about our sex lives and threesomes? Jisung had thrown around the idea of us having a three-way together, and it gave me an idea."

This time, it's Jisung who speaks up, saying, "You- you mean-?," and when all she does is simply nod, he can't help the huge smile that creeps up his face, as he thinks about his wildest fantasy being fulfilled at last." "I am your gift this year, so, do you want to unwrap me?," she asks, causing both the boys to turn towards each other, their faces betraying the excitement that is bubbling up inside them. Stepping forward, Jisung gently places his hand on the topmost ribbon, pulling on it till it comes undone. The ribbon slips down her body, falling on to the bed, and revealing something that both Felix and Jisung have dreamed about many times. Their eyes landing on her beautiful boobs, Felix can't help but think back on every time he has wanted to bury his face between them, licking and sucking on them for hours. Jisung, on the other hand, is reminded of all the times he has wanted to play with her nipples as his other hand pleasures her between her legs.

Their gaze makes her wrap her arms around her boobs instinctively, too shy all of a sudden. Felix stops her midway though, pulling her arms back away. "No can do doll," he says, smirking at her as the realization that this is actually happening finally sets in. "You can't stop us from seeing our gift. Especially when it's so damn gorgeous." She smiles at him softly, putting her hands back down, and Jisung takes the moment to gently climb the bed next to her, latching his lips onto her left nipple as his hand flies up to massage the right one. Throwing her head back, she lets out a string of soft mewls, making him smirk against her skin.

Watching his best friend suck on his other best friend's breasts, Felix can't help the hand that slips inside the waistband of his jeans, palming his hardening length. A minute or two later, he pulls his hand out, proceeding to pull open the next ribbon. Falling down, it gives him a sneak peek into her core, almost leaving him drooling. Just then, Jisung pulls away, turning to look at the slightly younger boy and nod at him. She looks at them with wide eyes as they both place their hand on the last ribbon, ready to pull it off. Gulping, they finally pull the ribbon open, gaping at just how beautiful she is as the ribbon comes undone. "So pretty," Jisung mouths, making her bite her lip and suppress a smile. Suddenly, an idea comes to her mind, making her push both the boys down the bed, before leaning back against the bedpost, only to spread her legs.

Their eyes going wide, they can do nothing but watch, hypnotized as she rubs her fingers over her heat, letting out a moan. Pulling on her clit, she massages it for a while, before softly dipping a finger inside her, smirking as she looks at them. Unable to wait any longer, Felix starts taking his clothes off. Down goes his shirt, followed shortly after by his pants, leaving him just in his boxers. Climbing on the bed, he smashes his lips onto hers. The kiss, the first they have ever shared, starts out soft, but it's not long before it heats up, as he sticks his tongue out, forcing her lips open and exploring her mouth. Her hands fly to his hair, tugging on it as he moans into her mouth, moving closer to her and rubbing his clothed dick against her naked heat.

Jisung, who had been standing and watching them till now, also in his boxers, pounces onto the bed, shifting Felix to the side. The loss of contact with his member makes her whine, which is soon replaced by a gasp as the older boy's hand makes contact with her clit. Rubbing circles on it, he is quick to shift his attention to her hole, slipping a finger inside her. Felix, on the other hand, moves his lips to her neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses, alternating them with hickeys as he sucks on her skin. The combined assault makes her moan loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. The finger inside her makes way for Jisung's tongue, as Felix latches his mouth onto her breasts, already sensitive from the love Jisung had shown them earlier. Jisung speeds up the pace on her pussy, as Felix slips his finger onto her clit, rubbing it harshly. It's not long before she feels her stomach tie up in a knot, as her moans become shallower and her breathing becomes more ragged. The boys notice this, eager to taste her. Soon enough, their ministrations push her over the edge, making her come undone all over the older boy's face. Lapping up her juices, he lifts his face up, letting his friend take a go at her taste too.

Felix quickly moves his finger from her clit to her hole. When he pulls it out, it is shining with her cum, and he smiles giddily looking at it, like a child on Christmas. Sticking the finger into his mouth, he can't help but let out a satisfied hum, opening his eyes only to find  Jisung's expression mirroring his.

Recovering from her high, she notices just how hard her two best friends are, inside their boxers. She doesn't waste time in getting on her knees, pulling Jisung's boxers down, as his dick sticks out in full glory. She can't help but gaze at his length in awe, but the moment doesn't last long, as Felix's whines, wanting attention, quickly bring her back to reality. She smiles at him, pulling down his boxers too. Biting her lip, she takes his length into her mouth, her hand wrapping around Jisung's member as she pumps him softly, while swirling her tongue around Felix's girth. After a few pumps, she switches to Jisung, her mouth wrapping around his member as her hand moves over to Felix, pumping him. She continues to alternate between the two boys, and soon enough, the room is filled with nothing but their moans and the sound of her lips on their dicks.

Both the boys feel themselves inching closer to their climax, as she continues her ministrations on them. Letting out a groan, Felix manages to mutter out between ragged breaths, "W-want t-to cum inside y-you," gently taking her hands off his length. She continues to suck on Jisung for a minute or two, until he tugs on her hair gently, making her pull his dick out out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva keeping them connected.

Getting impatient, Felix places his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to himself as he rubs his length against her butt. Jisung takes it as a sign to get down of his back, and that is just what he does, pulling on her hands and beckoning her over to ride him.

She crawls towards him, straddling his lap before lowering herself down on his member, hissing at the sudden contact. Felix doesn't waste a single moment in crawling behind her, pushing into her from behind, as she moves up and down the other boy's length. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, Jisung's hands cupping and massaging her breasts, while Felix places his mouth down on her neck, kissing and leaving hickeys on it. She lets out a moan as the two boys hit her at all the right places from both sides, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her walls tighten unexpectedly around Jisung's dick, making him let out a groan as he places his hands on her shoulders, pulling her face down and catching her lips in rough kiss. She kisses him back hungrily, letting out a whimper as she feels Felix's hand make contact against her butt, before he leaves a lick up her back.

"I-I'm close," she cries out in the older boy's mouth, feeling herself edge closer to her climax once again. "Cum for me doll," Felix says from behind her, making Jisung grunt in response. Not long after, the combined stimulation from both sides makes her cum, the orgasm hitting her like a truck as she cries out, her body shaking. The boys continue to pump into her, with Felix pulling out just in time to cum all over her butt, his hands gripping her sides. Jisung cums soon after, filling her up to the brim as he rides out his high. Pulling herself off him, she lies down on the bed, turning to face a very fucked-out looking Felix next to her. "Happy Birthday, Lix," she smiles, letting out a yawn as she lays her head on his chest. Jisung hugs her from behind, muttering against her skin, "Thank you for the amazing gift, princess. Now let us treat you as you drift off to dreamland."

[tainted-wine]

The Spring Bird Survival Guide

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

(So many of you have asked for a part two of my rutting Hawks fic. I gave in! I have no idea how this holds up compared to the first, but I hope you enjoy!)

Read Part 1 if you haven’t! This takes place directly after those events!

Words: 10k (WHOOPS)

Warnings: None, except for an absurd amount of scene transitions that hopefully don’t get too confusing.

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Tuesday

The chorus of songbirds can be heard right outside of Hawks’s window, their small shapes dashing past and making the peeking sunlight flicker across the bedroom. It sounds like it’s gonna be a beautiful day. He’d be elated, if he wasn’t feeling so ill already.

The fever and itch were coming back, like a hot rash that he couldn’t scratch because it was inside of him. He was really hoping to never feel such a hellish sensation ever again.

He slowly peeled the thick sheets off, making sure not to disturb his bedmate as he sat up. There’s no way the quirk’s effects were returning, is there? Last night, the feeling had only gotten weaker with every passing hour. Now it has returned, not in full force, but once again difficult to ignore. He peered over his shoulder to check on his guest.

You were still sound asleep, worn body supported by pillows all over as if you were in danger of falling apart. While Hawks was healing that night, your aches had only gotten worse. He at least managed to convince you that you were in no condition to drive back home and the safer choice was to stay at his place. You were still wearing the clothes he gave you, while he himself donned only a cozy pair of pants. Such a shame that you didn’t take kindly to his request to sleep nude together. Seriously, what was even the issue? He’s already seen every inch of your body, and in every angle possible.

Every hot, sweaty, mouthwatering angle possible.

The internal fire suddenly rushed to his groin, making him slap a hand over his mouth to muffle a groan. He shouldn’t be around you in this state; might as well get up early and prepare for work.

The moment he was on his feet and stretching, a buzz was heard on the nightstand. Your phone vibrated against the smooth wood as it lit up and revealed the caller’s name.

Ah, the good ol’ deputy.

What that nagging old man wanted was between him and you. It wasn’t Hawks’s right to force himself between whatever matters the two of you had to discuss.

Those facts aren’t going to stop his nosy ass, however.

The phone was snatched from the stand without a second thought, the hero walking out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible before answering. “Mornin’, sir,” Hawks greeted. You were the only ‘superior’ he could toy with; any unruly behavior around the actual important people came with a high risk of punishment. Taking his frustrations out on you has been a blast, but after the bind you freed him from yesterday…

“Hawks? May I ask what you’re doing with your handler’s phone?” The deputy questioned.

‘I completely wrecked her last night. The poor lady didn’t survive.’ He considered the joke for a second, but decided that the stuffy bastard wouldn’t appreciate it. “She’s still snoozing. Yesterday was pretty rough on her. I think she deserves a little slack.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” he said sternly, like he was offended that Hawks dared to make a suggestion. Hell, he probably was. “Well, since you’re here, I suppose I can ask you directly. How are you feeling? Has the quirk worn off?”

His wings flapped and fanned himself. “Oh, so much better, sir! You guys have the best solutions to everything, don’t you? Never doubted you for a second.” Truthfully, if his moral compass was more stable, he’d say that offering an unsuspecting woman to him like some maiden sacrifice was just a little twisted. He can’t help but wonder if he would have refused if he was thinking straight at the time.

“Very good. So you are not feeling any lingering effects? Do your usual rutting symptoms feel stronger at all?”

“Eh…” Hawks hesitated. Should he bother trying to hide it? If there’s anything he’s learned from his mentally taxing undercover work, it’s that half-truths are often the best answer. “Feels like it’s still floating around in me, but nothing to worry about. It won’t be getting in the way of my work.”

“That’s great to hear. We don’t want you hurting your image with any more of your brutish displays in public. Please keep those special traits to yourself.”

That made his lip twitch. It really shouldn’t bother him. The Commission has always expressed their distaste for his more animalistic habits, but fuck, would it kill them to at least show some pity when it’s his very own instincts that are causing his suffering? “You got it, sir.” His calm response didn’t betray his irritation.

“And if you do start having issues, then I recommend that you turn to your handler again. In fact, I was calling to inform her that we have found a more competent individual to replace her.”

Oh. That’s…ouch.

“Really? I kinda like her,” Hawks admitted. It’s pretty awkward to be discussing your possible termination on your phone during a call that was meant for you.

The deputy gave a dry laugh. “Of course you do. She has absolute zero control over you. I was hoping you were mature and disciplined enough to not take advantage of her inexperience, but I suppose I was expecting too much of you.”

Yeah, he kinda was, honestly. No argument there. “So sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.” Maybe.

“You better make sure of it. As I was saying, we’ll keep her around in case you are in need of more relief. Once your hormones have stabilized, I will give her the news and you will be rid of her.”

Hawks actually snorted from just how fucked up that plan was.

The cruel man ignored the sound and went on. “Can I trust you to stay quiet about this? I’d rather not have to deal with any constant badgering for however long this goes on.”

‘Totally! There’s no need for her to know that she’s only being kept around to be my fucktoy and then get fired immediately afterwards.’ Man, what an organization that he works for. Too bad they have him whipped and incapable of defying them. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.”

“Good. Well, this call didn’t go as planned, but it was satisfying enough. I’m expecting you to remain in top condition during your duties. Do not disappoint us.” He hung up without waiting for Hawks’s response.

The winged man didn’t even notice the perspiration quickly coating his body until the phone nearly slipped out of his slick hands. As he returned to his room and placed your device back where it was, he couldn’t help but watch your sleeping form.

You were always cute, he’s not gonna lie about that. Finding new ways to embarrass you on the job became a new type of thrill for him. Your blushful glares never got old.

But he never thought that he’d see you like this, or the state that you were in yesterday. His mind was barely there as he was shrouded in that prankster of a villain’s quirk, but he could still feel you all over his extra sensitive feathers. He was practically drowning in you at the time.

The smell of your arousal. The taste of the glaze on your pussy. The sweet songs of pleasure. The look of overwhelming bliss on your face.

Your soft skin, and your hot wet opening that he wanted to invade over and over again…

“Keigo?”

He doesn’t know when you woke up, or when the hell he crawled into the bed with his face so close to yours that he could feel your breath. “Uh…”

“Are you alright? You’re looking feverish again. And…” You looked down in concern, and Hawks followed your gaze to see the full erection that totally snuck up on him.

“Whoa! Sorry about that! Little guy doesn’t know when to quit.” Hawks scooted away, trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants.

You attempted to sit up, only to wince and settle back down. “Dammit, I can’t believe how much I’m hurting from yesterday. This is embarrassing.” You groaned and snuggled up to the many pillows.

He couldn’t resist planting a kiss on your forehead, ignoring how the brief contact made his hardness twitch. “Sorry, angel. Really wish I wasn’t such an animal back there. Just stay still; I’ll get you some fresh water for your painkillers.”

You look like you wanted to say something, but decided on closing your eyes and trying to relax instead. “Thanks.”

He was already rushing out of the room, heading into the kitchen to fill the empty glass while considering dowsing himself in the cold tap water.

Why, why the fuck was it coming back? Just looking at you was making his vision foggy again. It can’t be his rut; it never made him this excited before. He didn’t have the courage to return to the bed, alternatively placing the cup onto a hardened feather and floating it back to you. He stayed where he was, leaning against the sink and wiping at his face. The heat remained at a manageable level as long as he kept his distance from you, but he wanted to stay close. He had to stay close and protect the woman he was now mated to.

Wait, what?

“Keigo?” He heard you call out and was pulled from his confusing thoughts. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Hawks gave a laugh that didn’t sound all that convincing to his own ears. “Bad news, babe. I think I’m still a horny bird,” he confessed.

There was a pause. Maybe you had taken a sip. “I don’t know if they told you, but when the deputy explained your…situation, he said that the symptoms of your rut will probably be amplified until it’s over.”

Ah, the old man did mention that over the phone. He only had about a week of his yearly phase left, but if this all means intensified aggression and arousal, not to mention the attachment to the lady he just banged for several hours…

This was going to be a very difficult week.

“Babe?” He said just loud enough for you to hear.

“Yes?”

“…I really fucked up by not taking my meds, didn’t I?”

He didn’t exactly hear your sigh, but it was still felt through his wings. “I’m afraid you did.”

Yeah, this was all his fault. This bullshit would only be half as painful if he was still taking his stupid hormone medication like he has been for years. Not only do these unrestrained imbalances feel foreign to his body, but Libido’s quirk practically put them on steroids.

The medicine’s side effects don’t sound all that bad anymore.

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Hawks had already eaten a slice of leftover pizza by the time you finally mustered up the strength to get up. The feel of your entire lower body cramping made you whimper and stumble.

He was already scrambling back in to catch you and hold you up, his high body temperature startling you. “Thank you,” you said wearily.

He froze for a second before jumping back, the sudden loss of support almost making you fall anyway. He wordlessly strutted over to his wardrobe, withdrawing a fresh pair of underwear. 

You looked away when the pants were pulled down and his hardness sprang free. He’s not just going to ignore that, is he?

“Keigo, do you need to…do this…again?” You asked, tuning out the throb of your muscles.

He chuckled as he began to dress himself . “You are not up for more sex, baby. Don’t even act like it when you can barely stand.”

You huffed. “You’re getting really hot again and you shouldn’t go out feeling like th—”

“Nope.” His boner is covered again, somewhat. He stares at the obvious protrusion before shrugging and retrieving his hero outfit.

Even with your aches, you had the grit to push on. “As long as you go slow, I can probably handle it.”

“Mmmm, can’t promise that,” he murmured while momentarily detaching his wings in order to squeeze into his tight black shirt. “The second I’m inside you, I might lose control and shatter your pelvis.”

That’s horrifying, but… “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust me.”

“Keigo…”

“And don’t get too attached to that name, dove. Can’t have it slipping out in public.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’m not stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me, since you’ve offered me your tender pussy twice already. Do you want me to pound you into mush?”

“Language, Hawks!” You strictly reminded him, undeterred by your wobbly legs as you tried to remind him who was in charge.

Hawks shot you a look, his face crinkled into furrowed eyebrows and a crooked grin, a look that screamed ‘Seriously?’

“Listen, ma’am, wood happens. I’ve dealt with it plenty of times like any other guy, so I’m telling you that I don’t need to bang to get rid of this.” He pulled up his tan loose pants, the bulge not as obvious, but still visible. “But if you really insist on ordering me to fuck you silly, be my guest.”

You weren’t exactly going to do that, it’s just that Hawks was acting so unfazed by his strong arousal, but his body was very clearly telling a different story. His breathing was heavier than necessary, and every time after he made eye contact with you, it’s like he had to spend a minute to compose himself. However, if he’s confident that he can endure…

“Fine,” you sighed, watching him suit up with more interest than you cared to admit. You hobbled on out and into the kitchen.

“Need help, granny?” You heard him offer. “I can fly you to your place if your legs still aren’t working.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled in annoyance at both him and your uncooperative limbs. The fridge was yanked open and you frowned at its contents. The pizza and chicken wings were the only real food he had, the rest being sugary snacks or microwave meals. Looks like ‘keeping a healthy diet’ will have to be added to your Hawks Maintenance list.

The flaps of wings were heard behind you as Hawks headed for the door, fully geared up and ready for hero work. “Welp, you’re a big girl that can handle yourself. Drive safely, babe. Can’t wait to hear what you have to nag me about at the office.”

“Hmph,” you gave a smirk of your own when you turned away from the humming microwave. “Probably about the next mistake you make for all of the internet to see.”

He waved dismissively and opened the door, the morning sun illuminating him with an enchanting glow. “Come on, have some faith in me. I’ll be careful.”

Crimson wings spread as he steps outside, but the door closes before you can watch him take off.

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Buzzfood.com

HAWKS SPORTS STIFFY ON THE JOB

Written by Yuki Burushito

Now, I know that I’ve been posting enough Hawks-related articles to last a year, but can you blame me with all the weird behavior he’s been exhibiting this month? You probably think that I have a boner for the guy, but let me tell you this: one of us has a boner, and it isn’t me.

Everyone’s favorite hawk was hiding a woodpecker in his pants today. The best part is that it apparently lasted hours, given that it was mentioned in several incidents throughout the day, but the clearest example was when he subdued a mugger at noon, which was filmed by a bystander and is already making the rounds across the web.

Yet another extreme apprehension from Hawks—though it doesn’t top the beating he gave to that frisky peacock—I sure didn’t expect the fast-working hero to swoop down on a fleeing thief and slam him into the ground. I’m certain that a few feathers would have done the job just fine. When the pinned mugger felt Hawks Jr. poking at his back, he lifted his busted face off the ground and screamed, “Is this shit turning you on?!”

While everyone is currently having a field day with that meme-able clip, the answer is most likely no. Hawks was hard before the mugging occurred. Since I’ll probably be writing about him again by...I don’t know, tomorrow, I’ll cut to the chase. You have probably heard the theories that Hawks is experiencing some sort of rut. 

Well, it’s time for me to come out and say that I fully support those theories. “But Mr. Burushito!” I hear you say. “If this is something as regular as a rut, how come he’s never acted this wild before?” My answer to that is: I have no idea. He’s still a rather young man; maybe whatever sexual cycles his body possesses have only started appearing recently.

Honestly, you can never be sure with mutant types. Their bodies never make any damn sense.

“I take offense to that last sentence.”

You didn’t react to Hawks’s comment as you both read the article on your phones. After seeing multiple images of ‘Hard Hawks’, as he’s been nicknamed, taken by several random civilians and shared on their social media accounts, you knew it was only a matter of time before these petty news sites decided to take a bite out of the fresh meat.

Maybe this was your fault for trusting the hormonal bird that was currently seated in front of you while you stood across his desk. The only reason you aren’t scolding him right now is because he already looks so damn miserable. He had removed his protective headphones and visor right after finishing his patrols. A desk fan was turned to its highest setting, blowing directly into the hero’s sweaty face as he tried his hardest to focus on the small screen in his hands. He hasn’t looked at you since you’ve entered the office, but distressed or not, there was a certain matter you had to discuss.

“The deputy apparently called me this morning,” you started, ready to see how he reacts.

You notice him tense for just a second as he continues to scroll through whatever it is he’s looking at.

“It says that I had taken the call, but I sure don’t remember that. What I do remember is that you were awake before me.” Your hands were on your hips, waiting for Hawks to answer to your unspoken accusation. “Well?”

He still stared down at his phone, but it didn’t seem like he was actually looking at anything, his mind elsewhere. “Yeah yeah, I talked to him,” he admitted groggily.

You’re more angered by the fact that the deputy never bothered to call you back, leaving you in the dark from whatever he and Hawks had discussed. “So, what did you two talk about? You know, during my call that was meant for me?”

Hawks finally laid his glassy eyes on you. The energy surrounding him was drastically different from this morning and it made you just a tad anxious. Your body truly didn’t feel up to it when you offered him more sex this morning, but you knew it would be better than him reverting to another delirious state. “In a nutshell, he wants us to keep fucking until I’m better.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? He didn’t think it was important to tell me about this?”

He leaned far back into his chair and smiled, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. “Guess not. But hey, you’re doing your job anyway, already serving yourself to me the minute you see a hard-on.”

You glared, considering storming out of the room and calling that asshole immediately. “I don’t appreciate him expecting me to be your personal whore.”

“I know, I know. He’s a real douche, isn’t he? How about we both blow off some steam?” He was already scooting out of his chair and making his way around the desk. “I’m just making one mistake after another. Shoulda just said yes to you this morning. Never pays to be a nice guy, does it?” His voice was sounding rougher with each word, like his throat was changing into a sandpaper tube as he stopped right in front of you.

You trembled, making the mistake of looking down and spotting the erection that was very much still present.

For the sake of your still-burning body, you might need some time to mentally prepare for this. “Alright…but before we leave, just let me—”

“Leave?” Two hands clasped onto your shoulders hard, holding you in place. The raptorial eyes held yours captive, stirring up a heat within you despite your unease. “We’re doing this right here, right now.”

“Wha-I-but-” Your stutters were ignored as he turned you to the desk and bent you over, your back muscles screaming in protest. All of his weight was pressing into you, his deprived cock pushing against your ass.

“And everyone’s already left for tonight, so it’s just you and me.” He’s eagerly yanking your pants down then does the same for his own. 

His fingers wasted no time in groping your sex, the swipes against your folds triggering a steady flow of slick arousal. There should be no one else in the building at this time, but your paranoia still makes you clap a hand over your mouth as you gasp from his sinful touches.

“Mmm, already getting wet for me?” He cooed behind you, his breath feeling like heat emanating from an open flame. “My brave little hen, willing to take as many poundings as she can.”

That’s a pet name you haven’t heard before. Teeth scrape across the space between your neck and shoulder while the head of his cock lubricates itself along your fleshy petals. When he pierces you with a strong jab of his hips, the light nips on your skin become a full-on bite, muffling his own cry. For you, however, the sharp sensation of being filled so suddenly combined with the pain of his teeth pinching into the crook of your neck had you wailing through your hand.

He was already setting a quick pace, giving your bitten area a few apologetic licks before leaning back to properly grip your hips and plow you. Your entire body was rocked forward with each impact, the harsh stroking of your inner walls bringing forth a raw pleasure that you admittedly missed.

But that wasn’t enough to ignore the resurging aches all over you. Your sensitive ass cheeks have become very familiar with slapping against his abdomen, every pleasurable collision also shooting pain up your lower back, and his probing dick was showing no mercy to your delicate insides.

“Haw—ah, Hawks! You need…you need to slow down!” You quavered.

The only response was a series of savage pants and growls as his violent movements continued, informing you that all of his sense and reasoning has disappeared once again. You remember the warning he gave you this morning, and fear that his quip about breaking your pelvis may have been more than just a joke.

You try to twist yourself just enough to see his face and speak to him more directly, but a hand on your back shoves you hard onto the desk, leaving your breasts and belly to scrape against the wooden surface. At least you weren’t fully stripped for this.

How the hell did this happen so fast? He was speaking just a minute ago! Do the after-effects of Libido’s quirk ruin Hawks’s mind that quickly the second his dick touches a pussy?

A moan was being ripped from your throat with every thrust as he upped the speed and force. He was showing no signs of stopping, and your thighs were beginning to cramp. The mixture of colorful pleasure and throbbing pains was making every inch of you shake. His fierce sounds were becoming distant—even with your legs on the verge of giving out and your back muscles crying, you welcomed the fog of bliss that was ready to carry you away.

Your poor legs finally crumpled like frail sticks, only for the frustrated animal behind you to lift your hips up until your entire body was on the desk, arms now dangling over the edge. There was only enough time to reposition your numbed limbs into a low doggy position before Hawks was climbing onto the desk himself, crouching over you and wasting no time in continuing his pummeling.

“Haw…ah…nngh…” Your feeble attempt to speak was quickly squandered. The new angle allowed him to easily strike your more sensitive spots, making your moans even louder. The desk jolted with each powerful jerk of his hips, the feral hero’s wings extending and flapping in sync with his thrusts, papers flying off the desk from the gusts of wind. Through all of the soreness and delightful trembles, you wondered what the current scene looked like to a spectator—the sight of this delirious bird beast, sounding a loud lustful tune of primal urges and carnal desires as he hysterically claimed you.

Your eyes roll back as the hot ripples in your core grow into pulsating waves, Hawks’s unwavering strokes prolonging the intoxicating climax as you quiver under him. You thought you heard a sound from the staggering desk—a snap—but your mind was too far gone at the moment to care.

Hawks tried desperately to keep pumping through your tightening walls, but your delicious grasp on him was draining his stamina. You were gripping the edge of his workspace for dear life, the orgasmic throbs still wracking your body as he rabbit fucked you, ready to fill your womb with the load that has been prepared since morning…

It all happened in slow motion...the sound of wood and metal breaking, the weightless feeling of falling...you had registered it all just a second too late. Your abused body dropped with the collapsing desk, Hawks’s weight crashing down on top of you while papers slowly floated toward the floor. Both of you laid there in agony, the chair somehow falling over and onto Hawks for added insult. A few groaned words revealed that the winged man was fully aware again.

“Augh, fuck…my balls.”

—————

Wednesday

“Here’s all of the completed paperwork, Hawks sir!”

Hawks beamed at the intern entering his office with a stack of papers. “Ah, thanks, Springer! You’re a real lifesaver, ya know that?”

The aspiring ‘Bouncing Hero’ hopped excitedly on his peculiar coiled legs as he handed over the documents. “Thank you, sir! I’m always here whenever I am needed.” He bowed respectfully. “Although, I just…forgive me for feeling the need to remind you, but please do not forget that I took this internship to do hero work, not to sort and fill papers.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Hawks assured him, taking the cursed heap of papers. You were usually the one that he shoves all of his office-related tasks on, but whenever you were preoccupied, he would pass the burden onto a trainee that was too starry-eyed to acknowledge that they were being used. Yes, he feels a little bad, but his hatred of reading endless forms was too strong for him to care much. “I gotta test your patience and comprehension first, then I’ll be taking you out into the field with me. You’re doing great!” He bullshitted with a smile.

Springer perked up at the words. “Of course! I’ll keep doing my best!” His eyes kept drifting to the large empty space in the room. “Sir, what happened to your desk?”

Hawks looked over at the open spot, feigning surprise as if noticing it for the first time. “Oh, right. I banged my handler on it ’til it broke.”

“…”

“…”

The teen searched the man’s eyes for several long seconds, looking for something, before bursting into boisterous laughter. Hawks joined in with his own chuckles.

“You’re very funny, sir! But I don’t think she would appreciate such a joke. Whatever happened, I hope you get a replacement soon!” He bowed again before walking—well, more like skipping out of the room.

Hawks’s smile didn’t fade when he was alone again, wondering where to place the heavy stack in his hands.

Sometimes the truth makes for the best lie.

—————

Pleasing Hawks when he was a drooling horndog was a challenging test of endurance, but at least it was simple and straightforward. All you gotta do is let him mount you and brace yourself.

But that option was currently out of the question. Your entire body was just too damn stiff and sore, every single movement feeling like the impaired motions of an unoiled tinman. Nevertheless, you still needed to get rid of Hawks’s brand new boner.

So here you were, back at his bed and kneeling on the floor, shyly licking at the swollen rod in your hands. You weren’t the most experienced at this, paying close attention to his noises and responses that came with every action from your fingers and tongue. Hawks was watching your performance with an agitated glare, which was just a tad troubling and added extra pressure.

You licked the prominent vein on the underside of his dick, tracing it up to his bulging head before taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth. He groaned through painfully clenched teeth; he seemed to be enjoying it, yet it looked like his frustration was only growing.

Not yet deterred, you began to suck at him, head bobbing up and down while your hand jerked the extra inches that you couldn’t take in. Your other hand gently held and caressed his enlarged sack, heavy and full of cum that refused to be freed into your mouth. His cock was twitching wildly in your throat, so he has to be close, right? Ignoring the burning in your back and….everything else, honestly, you placed all of your focus on engulfing as much of him as you could, tongue swirling all around him until he inevitably gives in.

But a hand grabs your head and yanks you off of him with a wet surprised gasp.

“Stop…stop…it’s just getting worse.” He choked in a broken voice, staring down at the impossibly hard and red erection.

You wiped off the saliva that had run down your chin. “Why won’t you cum?”

His thighs trembled from all of the unreleased tension; you rubbed them to hopefully calm him just a bit. “Fuck, I…it’s like I can’t do it unless I’m…dammit!” The sudden beat of his angry wings spooked you.

You drew a deep breath. You really weren’t up for this, but leaving him in this state would be too cruel. Not to mention it was putting him in a very sour mood. Hoisting yourself onto the bed (with a few pained whimpers), you faced away from him and lowered your upper body to rest your arms, your ass raised and ready for him.

“You know, Keigo,” you started casually, as if you weren’t laid out in such a compromising position. “When I took this job, I imagined the countless situations I could possibly end up in. I was afraid I’d get caught in the middle of some villainous scheme, like a hostage situation. My silly fangirl side imagined going on dates with my favorite hero. The list of scenarios went on and on.”

The man behind you didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “And yet, ‘presenting myself to Hawks so that he can hump me senseless’ was not on that never-ending list.

He gave an awkward laugh, still sounding as if his throat was constricted. “You don’t have to, babe. I can…I dunno…”

“Just fuck me already.”

Hawks said no more and took hold of your rear. “I’ll try to take it slow. I’ll try.”

He tried and failed. Once he penetrated you, he completely lost himself again. By the time he was satisfied, every fiber of your being was dimmed and immobilized. He helped you get tucked into bed that night.

—————

Thursday

“Please, sir. I’m quite concerned for my health. This would be easier if he was away from the excitement of his work.”

After mulling it over, you had decided to be the one to reach out to the deputy, since he didn’t seem interested in calling you again anytime soon. Your original plan was to brave through the fury of Hawks’s dick until this damn rut ended, just like the deputy intended without your say in the matter.

But when you had to visit the doctor for your pains today, and you walked out with a fucking crutch under your arm, you realized this was all a bit much.

At the moment, you were trying to negotiate for letting Hawks take at least a day or two away from work. The deputy didn’t seem convinced. “Hawks once managed to keep working for an entire day with a broken wing and no visits to the hospital, and you mean to tell me that he should rest just because he has the hormonal urges of a teenager?” His snobbish ass questioned.

“This is—!” You inhaled sharply through your nose, catching yourself and lowering your voice. “This is much stronger than that, sir. Without getting into detail, I have withstood some back-breaking nights.” You consider telling him about your recent hospital visit, but the remaining shreds of your pride wouldn’t allow you to share that. Even you didn’t want to believe that Hawks has literally fucked you until you couldn’t walk.

You heard him snort in your ear. Ugh. “Doesn’t sound like anything a steady dose of painkillers can’t fix,” he dismissed.

You gave up making him understand your suffering and tried something else. “Sir, Hawks has faithfully served the Commission since he was a child. He has become one of the most accomplished heroes this generation has ever seen. His skills and dedication have done nothing but help the Commission become a more positive icon all over Japan. Don’t you think such a loyal and hard-working hero deserves at least one day off?”

“No.”

Well, shit. “…Alright, um, thank you for taking the time to hear me. I’ll get back to my duties.”

“Yes, that would be great,” he said listlessly before hanging up.

What an asshole.

—————

“What happened?”

Hawks’s words carry a dangerous tone when he sees you enter his office with the help of your walking aid. It makes you pause.

Going by the sharp yet troubled look in his eyes, you could tell that the tone wasn’t directed at you. ‘Did someone hurt you?’  That’s what he was really asking. His concern always warmed you. “Nothing, I just…” You hate reminding yourself that this even happened. “The pains were getting really bad.”

It takes a minute for those words to sink in, then his eyes widen in some sort of amazement. “Oh.” A flurry of feathers fly off of his wings and form a small floating cushion in front of you. “There, have a seat. Don’t want you hurting anymore than you already do.”

You eye the levitating seat before approaching and lowering yourself onto it. It was like a soft yet firm pillow, and you didn’t miss how the feathers seemed to all shiver, red barbs shaking rapidly as you adjusted your rump.

“Thank you,” you said while resting the crutch onto your lap. Once you were comfortable, you looked at the hero and the brand new furniture between the both of you. “I like your new desk.”

“Thanks. This one is pure steel, much more durable.” He winked.

You return it with a roll of your eyes. “Wonderful. Anyhow, I want to discuss a local hero event coming in two weeks. Your presence would do well to—” you noticed that he was snickering, lips pursed in a strained effort not to fully laugh. “Did I say something funny?”

He shook his head while short amused breaths still escaped him. “I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting and all, but…” He was cackling now, hunching over the desk as he struggled to explain. “I can’t believe I put you in crutches!”

Your face burned with both embarrassment and anger at how hilarious he found the situation. “Hawks…”

He coughed and noisily cleared his throat. “Sorry, I promise to keep it in my pants from now on.” A mischievous grin was plastered on his face. “I mean, I don’t wanna put you in a wheelchair next!”

With a wheeze and happily flailing wings, Hawks keeled over onto the desk with his face buried in his arms, the laughs muffled but still going strong. You just watch with a frown, listening to his mumbled joke about how ‘once you go hawk, you won’t be able to walk’.

What an asshole.

—————

Saturday

Hawks was definitely getting better. You could tell with each passing day, taking mental notes on how he was having an easier time holding your gaze, or how he was able to stay close to you without growing in his pants. Thank god, because your body was still recovering. Another round of wild sex will only cripple you further.

That’s why the incident currently being reviewed on television was filling you with dread. You sat in the main room of Hawks’s house, the house that you practically lived in for nearly a week, watching coverage of the recent attack at the Fukuoka City Mall. The footage of various species of birds flying into the shopping center and swarming the unsuspecting civilians was almost comical, the colorful animals squawking loudly as they snatched every shiny valuable in sight.

A man with the head of a macaw, apparently going by the villain name of Parakill, stood at the center of the chaos, chirping excitedly as his fowl goons showered him in jewels and baubles. His robbery was cut short when small red blurs whizzed into the scene, pinning the criminal onto the floor and chasing around the army of birds until they surrendered their stolen goods. You weren’t prepared for the deafening chorus of tweets and shrieks when the winged hero stepped into the camera’s line of sight.

The restrained villain was cawing and screeching angrily, most likely commanding his birds. You couldn’t see Hawks’s face clearly due to the distance and quality, but you could still make out the intimidating glare as his wings slowly spread out into their full span, each individual feather looking slightly sharpened. Any bird that made a move was quickly poked with a red quill, each and every one of them eventually staying in place while uttering quiet submissive peeps. Parakill’s look of rage slowly morphed into one of fear. Once the danger was surely dealt with, Hawks called for any lingering citizens to leave the area while he retrieved the villain.

You were still in awe as the news switched to another story. Some sort of dominance was asserted there. You weren’t sure how, but it definitely happened. The worrying part was that tapping into his primal instincts like that has probably riled him up. Christ, he’s probably rushing over right now to fuck you into the mattress again.

Only about thirty minutes had passed when you hear the twist of the doorknob and the front door opening. You stand in anxious anticipation. How disheveled and hungry is he going to look? Is he going to jump you on sight?

But the Hawks that walks in is…composed, his face free of tension and layers of sweat as he spots you and offers a friendly smile. “Sup.”

You’re too stunned to give anything more than a “Hey” as he walks past you and heads for his room.

It’s a miracle. No sexual excitement after such a tense encounter with not only a villain, but another male bird mutant? Was he truly getting that much better? There wasn’t enough certainty to approach him while he was changing, so you stayed on the couch and stared at the large screen until he chose to come out on his own.

You were still channel surfing by the time he was strutting over in his loose and comfy clothes, plopping down onto the couch with a wing outstretched and tucking itself behind your back. You gulped—not sure what he had planned for you.

“Relax. You’re acting like I’m gonna eat you,” he teased, watching you flip through the TV’s guide.

“You’re not? I can’t be too sure after what happened today.” You turned to him, watching his keen golden eyes shift and meet yours. The gaze wasn’t glassy. It wasn’t predatory. “You really feel alright?”

“Haven’t felt this good in the past two weeks. It’s nice to be a civil human again.”

You relaxed a bit and shuffled in your seat, fully aware of how his wing was wrapped around your shoulder like an affectionate arm. “About the attack at the mall…” You began. “What exactly was happening there?”

“What, you mean what I did to the birds? Parakill was trying to sic them on me.” He straightened up with a grinning face that radiated pride. “So I rearranged the pecking order. His birds don’t answer to him anymore.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You didn’t. You can do that?”

“Sure can! It’s not that hard. I mean, don’t think that I have a bunch of attack birds at my command now.  Animal control took them in to be relocated, not to mention some of them were illegal exotics.”

“Ah, that’s…impressive.”

“Heh, remember this, babe,” he leaned in until his lips were grazing your ear, his lowered voice and hot breath making you shudder. “I’m always the top bird.”

You shake off his flirting and try to keep your composure. “Right, of course. I’m just really glad that you’re getting better.”

His wing pulled you in for a tight hug that made you squeak. “All thanks to my sweet hen of a handler. Couldn’t have gotten through this without you.” He heard your pained grunts and instantly released you. “Whoops, sorry.”

You rolled your stiff shoulders and sighed. “It’s fine. You’re not the only one who’s getting better. Just do me a favor and try to forget that I was ever this sore from sex.”

Hawks laughed softly as he took your hands in his. The gesture surprised you after experiencing days of rough and impatient touches. “Hey,” he was almost whispering, forcing you to lean in closer to hear him. “It’s been a wild week. My mind’s been all over the place and I’ve put you through a lot. And…” He looked away with his brows pinched in a pained expression, troubled over something you didn’t know about. Before you could ask, his face drew closer, until your foreheads were pressed together. “Mind if I do one more thing with you?”

You were completely lost. You didn’t understand the sudden tenderness, his somber mood, or why he was talking with some sort of finality to his words.

“Let me take you to bed.”

The fuck?

“Keigo,” you leaned away from him, paying no mind to how you already missed his warm closeness. “I said I was getting better, but I’m not that much better.”

He shook his head, bringing your hands closer to his chest. “No, not like that. Just…I wanna do this properly with you for once. Some nice, regular sex. Hell, doesn’t even have to be full-on sex, I just want to…feel you.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Feel me?” You repeated.

He nodded eagerly with a big-ass smile. The normally cheeky young man was acting so genuine right now.

It was hard to say no to that.

“Alright.”

Hawks said no more, pulling you up on your feet and taking you to the room you both have shared for several nights. He was quick in removing your clothes, peeling each article off smoothly before doing the same to his own. The mood felt so different from your other intimate meetups that you couldn’t help but feel modest all over again.

Calloused hands were gently pushing you down onto your back, and you watch as the handsome man above opens up his wings, his eyes closed as if entering a trance.

“Whenever we fucked, I never felt like I was really there,” he recalled out loud, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen. “I could feel you, see you, hear you, but it’s like my body was moving on its own. I was in the backseat of my own head.”

With a deep inhale and exhale, he stared down at you with a look of desire, but not the savage kind. You’re not quite sure what it was…maybe the look of a lover.

Fingers traced your face, trailing down your cheek, brushing your lips, and skimming over your well-marked neck. “Now I finally get to feel you however I want.”

Your breath caught in your throat when his lips made contact with the flesh right over your pulse, planting a few light kisses before mouthing at your neck, the random swipe of a tongue making you gasp.

His open wings twitched in response at the small sound. He was trying to savor every single one of your reactions. That’s intense.

He was in no rush, mouth moving down slowly and stopping to observe the bruise near your shoulder. “Damn, I bit you hard. That’s…when we were in the office, right?” he asked.

You hummed and nodded. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t as painful as a fully grown man falling on top of me after ramming me through a desk.”

Hawks chuckled at the memory while rolling your breast around in his hands. “Man, that really crushed my nuts. I swear my voice was a pitch higher for the rest of the night.” He laughed into your tits, licking at the squishy mounds as he took in each of your shivers and moans.

“Maybe, but that was probably just from you crying about how you could no longer give me chicks.” Yeah, that was a weird time.

“Shh, that didn’t happen,” he denied.

“Yes, it did. I had to hold you as you sobbed.”

“Lies.”

“You were worse than I’ve ever been on my perio—ah!” A bite on your nipple silenced you.

Hawks shot you a playful glare, daring you to say more. When your mouth stayed shut, he gave a satisfied purr and sucked at the same perky bud, soothing the sting before moving on to the other.

You felt relaxed; this was all so much calmer than what you have gotten used to. While you won’t deny that his feral side was as pleasurable as it was tiring, at least you can finally take the time to breathe and soak up what he’s doing. Judging from his vibrating feathers, he probably felt the same.

He licked down your stomach while his hands ran down your sides until they reached the purple finger-shaped blemishes on your hips. He winced at the sight. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, ouch.”

He nurtured the marks with his mouth, careful not to apply too much pressure and cause any pain.

“You don’t have to be so delicate,” you hesitantly tell him. “The day you were under the quirk’s influence, you uh, you were doing the same to the bruises on my back…felt kind of good.”

His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Oh, so you like a little pain? My innocent little hen?”

“Shut up,” you said with a blush. “It’s your fault that I’ve felt everything but innocent lately.”

“True, true. I didn’t mean to open you up to the wonderful world of rough play.” His mouth closes around a bruise and sucks hard, shooting a sharp pleasurable burn that traveled straight down to your core. “Ooooh, I felt that.”

You can only whimper as he laps at the sensitive area, but part of you wants him to bring that scary jolt of pain again.

“I wanna know,” he says between licks. “Just how much did you enjoy me letting loose on you? How many times did we do it the first day?”

A few more kisses are laid on your hips before he continues his descent. Your breath quickens in nervous excitement when he nestles his head between your legs, face dangerously close to your hot sex.

“Come on, hen. At least give me a guess.” He turns to your thighs and showers them with timid pecks.

The sheets beneath you crinkle under your death grip. “Don’t know…lost count after the seventh time,” you admit through gritted teeth.

“Aww, what a shame,” his mouth wanders further inside your thigh. “Do you know how many times you came?”

“I don’t know. A lot.”

He bit into you and enjoyed the resulting yelp. “Mmmm, definitely a lot. Enough to knock you out. So sad that neither of us remember just how thoroughly I wrecked you.”

His naughty lips are just an inch away from your nether ones, your breath quickening in anticipation. Hawks looks up at you, most likely enjoying the view of your heaving chest. But he does well in reminding you how much of a bastard he is by switching to your other thigh, subjecting you to another round of kisses.

“Keigooo,” you whine pathetically, feeling your aches as your muscles tense from the teasing.

“Hold on, I’ve got more questions. What was your favorite position?”

“What?”

“Come on, you’ve got plenty to choose from,” he licks the sweat that was beginning to coat your skin.

Both your embarrassment and his tongue were making it very difficult to answer. You stammer over your words while his mouth moves inward, but once again, he stops at your mound.

“You really can’t think of one?” He gives you a ridiculously sad face—large puppy eyes and a puckered bottom lip—it would have looked more innocent if he wasn’t so close to your most private area.

You realize that he wasn’t going to take any further action until you gave him an answer. “I…when I’m on my hands and knees…” You swallow despite the dryness of your throat. “…and you’re on top of me…”

“Ah,” he sighs, and you feel his thumbs part your outer lips like a damp pair of curtains. He stares down at the pussy that he has battered more times than either of you can count, and yet it drips for him even now. The feel of a single finger running down your wetness makes your entire body jerk. “You like it when I mount you like a dog?”

“Yes,” you choke.

He blows on your quivering cunt. “What do you like about it so much?”

“I…you…I don’t…”

“Do you just love feeling like an animal too? Love it when a crazed horny guy humps you into the floor?” He finally indulges you with a long lick from your hole to your clit, and the hot muscle already has you moaning. “Is that it?”

“Ah…maybe…” You answer, and he rewards you with another lick. Listening to his questions was becoming a challenge.

“Hmm, would you love it if I fucked you until my bed gives out? You’re a pretty expensive girl to mess around with,” he jokes. He then dives in, sloppily making out with your folds that have been begging for more gentle attention for days.

Your head thrashes against the pillow. His licks and sucks were both pleasurable and soothing against your beaten pussy. You were finally freed from his powerful stare when he closed his eyes and fully concentrated on eating you out. He alternated between sucking loudly on your velvety folds and lapping at your opening, sometimes dipping his tongue inside so that he can feel your walls attempt to grab him.

The building pressure in your belly has become an old friend at this point, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t excited whenever it arrived and begged it to explode and bring you back to that lovely state of euphoria. Hawks’s mouth was moving more fervently as he drank in more of your juices, as if your nectar was intoxicating him. His deep moans rattled your insides while he smacked his wet lips against every inch of your womanhood, giving your swollen clit a smooch before sucking hard.

“Mm…oh god…Keigo, please…”

He growled with your bud still in his mouth, blinding you with the electrifying pleasure that was only enhanced by the sudden intrusion of two fingers in your throbbing cavern. The slow inner massage guided you to the top where stars burst in your vision, each orgasmic throb bringing forth a shameless moan. The stimulated wings fluttered from the overwhelming pleasure surrounding them, Hawks giving light licks and kisses until you were back down to earth.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said breathlessly, as if he was the one that just got sent to heaven. “You felt amazing, so nice and clear.” His wings finally folded behind his back as he straightened himself and wiped his glistening face.

You were ready to drift away into a happy slumber until you saw Hawks move to get off the bed and spotted the very familiar hardness that was bobbing with his movements. “Wait! You’re…” Your eyes dart from his face to his erection.

“Don’t worry about that; fapping works again!” he told you cheerfully before changing to a devious smirk. “What, did you wanna watch or something?”

“No,” you snapped a bit more loudly than intended. “I…want you inside of me.”

He froze.

“You sure?”

“Very.”

He crawled back between your legs—clearly trying not to look too eager—and was already aiming his cock at your opening. Your nod of approval was all he needed to push inside and damn, that was one hell of a face and moan he made.

You reflexively braced yourself for an immediate pounding, but the throbbing length just stayed there, twitching in response to every pulse from your surrounding walls. Hawks appeared absolutely fascinated by the sight of him sheathed inside of you before looking up to your face, eyes filled with a warm lust, not the unfocused kind that you have gotten used to.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in at the same speed. “Ooooh, fuck, baby. So hot…so tight…” He murmured with a broken groan. The lazy thrusts allowed you to feel every inch of him stretch you, his veins rubbing against you for added texture and stimulation. Your hypersensitive pussy appreciated the easy pace, and even better, it was also working for the hero above you.

His hips gradually sped up overtime, but never into something rough and aggressive. It was more like a grind, his abs rippling with every deep push. His flushed face has gotten dangerously close to yours, allowing you to watch the pulsating pupils of his avian eyes.

The only time he ‘kissed’ you was on the first day, though a more appropriate description would be that he simply smashed his mouth against yours. Now, as you stared at his parted lips while hot breaths blew onto your face, you had a strong desire to finally give him a proper one.

Good thing Hawks was a damn mind reader, because he brought his lips down to yours right after you finished the thought. They were soft, softer than you expected from a guy that flew at high speeds all day. Then again, he was also a sex symbol that needed to take care of himself.

His mouth was clearly more skilled than yours, so you let him take the lead, lips molding perfectly against yours with playful licks. The added intimacy sped up his hips and raised his volume, his entire mouth engulfing yours as he moaned into you. Your tongue found his and engaged in a frantic dance. He’s tensing up; you give him some encouragement by wrapping your arms and legs around his sweaty form, giving the base of his wings a few rubs. Your mouths part to catch your breaths, a strand of saliva linking your tongues together

“Cum inside me, Keigo.”

“Oh fuck.” Your words have him pumping erratically into you, but you’ve dealt with worse. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, whimpering at your legs that keep him locked in place and urging him to release his creamy essence as deep inside you as possible.

His trembles are powerful, but even better were the cracked whines vibrating against your neck as he emptied himself into your womb. You never get tired of watching his wings lifelessly drop whenever he wears himself out. You cradle his spent body—it’s all so similar to the first time he took you, except this time he moves just a little to the side to relieve you of some of his weight. He doesn’t move you for another round, he just relaxes into your cuddles.

“Thanks,” he says softly, already close to dozing off.

You’re not sure what exactly he’s thanking you for, but it makes you smile anyway. “You’re welcome.”

A wing stretches over you as a blanket, the warm soft feathers doing well to pull you into dreamland as well. Hawks’s heavy breaths tell you that he was already out.

You close your eyes. It looks like you both managed to survive the worst rut of Hawks’s life. This sure as hell wasn’t what you signed up for, but looking back, it wasn’t that bad. Except for the crutch. The crutch never happened.

As sleep claimed you, you wondered what the future had in store for you and the winged hero.

—————

Monday

“I just got fired.”

Hawks flinched at the news, scratching at his back awkwardly. “Aww man, that’s…oof, what a shocker.”

For some reason, his surprise didn’t sound very real. But you were way too upset at the moment to question it further. “Well, I guess it’s more like a demotion. They’re still allowing me into a position I have more experience in. It’s probably back to desk work for me,” You sighed, pacing back and forth across the office in a desperate attempt to expel some of your anger. “But I can’t believe this. I can’t believe that he basically kept me around to be your fucking fleshlight, and then threw me away after you were satisfied!”

Hawks shrugged with an apologetic look. “It really sucks, babe. You can’t forget: the real studs are the Commission. No one fucks more people than them. A lot of us are a one-time use to those guys. I’m just lucky enough to have a longer expiration date than most. Or unlucky. I dunno.”

You didn’t either, honestly. Hawks deserved better. “They’re such assholes, yet here I am ready to keep working for them. I so badly want to say ‘fuck you’ and leave, but…” You trailed off.

Hawks finished your sentence with a smirk. “They pay too well?”

Your head lowers in shame. “Yeah.”

A wing pats you on the back as he laughs. “I’m not judging, angel. That’s probably what keeps most of the guys around.” He steps closer to you, gently taking your chin to tilt your head back up. “I’m gonna miss you though. Whoever they send to watch my ass next isn’t going to be half as fun as you.”

The comment warms you. You take his hand and pull it further up to your face, letting him cup your cheek. “Thanks, but I was pretty bad at the job. They would have kicked me down sooner or later.”

He came in closer. “True, you sucked. But you’re the first handler I got to know so well. Inside and outside.” His chuckle is hot against you before he locks his lips to yours. The kiss becomes more heated than expected—he’s tugging at your lip and thrusting his tongue in and out of your mouth in a way that makes your thighs press together. You tear yourself away from his face, breathless.

“Hawks…?”

His tongue slowly runs over his upper lip. Goddamn. “Sorry, little hen. I was just hoping you’d like a nice goodbye gift. I can give you more, if you want.”

You’re so pissed off at yourself for throbbing in response to his offer.

He pulls you back in and takes hold of the waistband of your pants. “How about it? Wanna get to know my new desk a little better?”

The sounds resonating from the office that morning scarred Springer.