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[camgoloud]

DOMINATRIX CHASE?????

[lay-z]

Thinking about steamy shower sex with a pent up and touch starved soap after his deployment, you would have sent him countless teasing pictures and videos throughout his mission and now he is aching to get bay back by hoisting you up and pressing against the glass door of the shower cabin with your legs wrapped around his muscular and chiseled waist/hips. Could you please write something about that ? I'm definitely aching to read it with your writing style

Thank you for your ask, nonny! 🥰 Since you didn’t specify a gender, I’m going to go with female!Reader since that’s what I always do. Btw, I’d totally write for a x male!Reader if someone would request something. *hint hint* 👀 And if you can’t tell, I am a huge slut for desperate and needy men 😩 Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you’d asked for! 🩷 xoxo

MDNI, 18+ | tw: slight cnc kink; shower sex; needy/desperate!Soap; unprotected sex/creampie; premature ejaculation; not proof-read

Johnny catches you off guard while you’re taking a shower; singing and performing for an imaginary crowd like you always do when you’re in a particularly good mood.

Your eyes are squeezed shut to keep the shampoo from stinging them; the hot shower stream is pelting down on your flushed skin, steaming up the cabin and turning the glass foggy while your head it tipped back as you wash the suds from your hair, still humming a tune like a true Disney princess.

You stand no chance like this. Johnny could hear you as soon as he’d unlocked the front door to your shared flat, dropping his heavy duffel back in the entrance hallway and kicking off his boots with a soft huff. His bad knee is aching, his whole body sore like he got run over by a Humvee, but he can deal with the physical pain.

It’s the way his chest feels tight and hollow simultaneously, his rugged features set in an emotionless frown, which has him more worried as he passes by the small vintage mirror mounted above the shoe rack in the hallway. He’s practically gone non-verbal since stepping foot onto the airfield back on base. His dark stubble has grown out as much as his Mohawk, the bags under his eyes darker; his usually bright eyes now dull with fatigue, giving him a grim expression.

With his last shreds of energy, he starts peeling off his combat clothes on his way towards the bathroom, groaning under his breath as he pulls the tight compression shirt over his head, muscles screaming and aching with the effort as he lifts his arms up. His pants follow, along with his boxer briefs, and Johnny wrinkles his nose at his own body odour; the stench of sweat and blood and death lingering in every crease, caked into his pores. Steamin’ Jesus, he smells ripe…

But you’ll make it better, you always do. He can already feel your phantom touch on his bruised skin; soft palms running over his body, slicked up by nicely scented soap and warm water, and you’ll learn it all anew after weeks apart from each other. Johnny lets out a shuddering groan while his cock starts swelling and twitching, blood rushing in his veins by the sheer imagination of you touching him.

He doesn’t announce himself, can’t even crack a smile at the sight of you, when he sneaks into the bathroom. He’s not even trying to be quiet, but the way his mind is still in the field, makes him watch his steps and open the door in a way that’s silent.

When he slips into the shower cabin behind you, still so blissfully unaware of his presence, his chest expands with a deep breath, inhaling the moist and sweet air. His cock is rock hard, ruddy tip weeping against his lower stomach, coating his bushy pubes with his thick precum; thick and milky, because he hasn’t come in days and his balls are hurting as bad as the rest of his body.

Your eyes shoot open despite the suds still running down your face when you’re grabbed from behind; lungs burning with a sudden, instinctual shriek ripped from your throat, though it’s immediately muffled by a large, grubby hand clasping over your mouth while another strong arm wraps around your midriff, pinning your arms to your sides before pulling your back flush against a solid and equally naked body.

You know it’s him, your Johnny. There is no one else, beside his teammates perhaps, who could break into your flat. The feeling of his body moulding itself behind you, his hand over your mouth, lips latching onto and biting down on the curve of your shoulder while his beard irritates your warm skin – it’s all too familiar to be anyone else. Still, your heart is hammering violently against your ribcage while the lack of oxygen in your lungs is slowly making you dizzy. You slump back against Johnny and he catches you with a pleased rumble in his buff, hairy chest.

“Missed ye.” That’s all he murmurs against your ear at first, gruff and raspy like he hasn’t spoken all day, while your blood keeps rushing with adrenaline; shower stream still steadily raining down on you.

You whimper against his palm, in the far back of your throat, nostrils’ flaring with sharp intakes of breath as your body tries to calm down from the initial shock.

His arm loosens around your waist and he rubs his hand in large circles over your soft, wet stomach instead, wanting to get rid of the dirt and grime before he’d even consider touching your delicate pussy, no matter how desperate he’s feeling for you.

“Need ye, hen,” he mutters, tongue flicking your ear lobe while his hand over your mouth cups you right below your jaw next, “Need ta feel yer warm cunny squeezin��� ma cock. Fuck–! Can I?”

When you’re able to slip your arms free of his grasp, you reach for his hand on your belly, lifting it up to inspect it for any new cuts and bruises as you wash it for him while he’s already grinding his cock against your ass cheeks, his breathing becoming ragged against the nape of your neck. You can already tell in what state of mind he’s in, your poor, sweet Johnny.

And you’re not even ashamed of how slick your pussy has gotten since Johnny grabbed you, when there was a split second when your brain and body had braced themselves for–

Something dark and twisted you shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

“Missed you, too, baby,” you manage to reply when his now clean hand slips between your thighs to cup your pussy. “Take what you need. I’m all yours.”

Johnny whines, breath catching in his chest when he can already feel his balls tighten, painfully so, while his meaty fingers drag through your smooth folds, feeling your warmth and slick arousal, before he rubs your swelling clit roughly. Your flesh is soft and warm, supple under the pressure of his fingertips, unlike the cold steel and metal he’s been handling for the past weeks on his deployment.

He snarls and huffs against your shoulder when your quaking thighs squeeze his prodding hand after he slipped two fingers into your sopping hole at once, and he fingers you slowly and deeply until he feels your velvety walls loosen up around his digits, clamping down whenever he curls his fingers to nudge your sweet spot while he gropes your sudsy tits and tugs on your pretty nipples with his other hand, keeping you pressed against his body.

But his patience and need for you start to overwhelm him as his cock keeps straining and leaking against your ass, begging to be sheathed inside of your welcoming cunt with a mind of its own.

“Turn ‘round f’me,” he growls, already turning you around to him by your shoulders to finally catch a glimpse of your beautiful face and heated gaze. His cock twitches; another desperate whine is torn from his throat. “C’mere.”

He positions his feet carefully on the ceramic tiles, braces himself to support both your bodies as he lifts you up by the back of your thighs, fingers digging into skin and fat as he hoists you up and pushes you against the slippery shower wall. When your back arches away from the sudden chill of the tiles and your lips part with a breathy gasp, Johnny doesn’t hesitate to crush his lips onto yours, licking into your mouth obscenely just to feel and taste as much as he can at once.

He keeps your thighs spread wide apart and pliant for him, his own hips slotting between your legs, muscles bunching and flexing with exertion as he keeps you pinned against the wall while your arms wrap around his muscular shoulders. He’s grimacing at the burning ache in his body as he holds you, but he needs you. Fuck, he needs you so badly; panting and groaning into your mouth, brows furrowed in concentration as he grinds his flushed cock against your folds desperately.

And his eyes squeeze shut with a shuddering breath when you reach down between your bodies to grasp his thick cock and push it into your quivering hole for him.

His head drops forward with a rough moan, so loud and desperate that it resonates inside the bathroom, and his forehead rests against your collarbone as he sinks deeper into your warm, welcoming channel without any resistance. He can tell that you’re aroused for him, that you need him as much as he needs you, and it nearly makes him dizzy.

His muscles start trembling when he starts thrusting slowly and shallowly, barely able to move at all while his ass cheeks tighten and flex as your cunt flutters around his shaft, sucking him in deeper until he bottoms out. The way you moan so sweetly for him and the warm water raining down on the both of you continuously, only adds to the pleasurable sensations, forcing Johnny to relax and cave in while the tight coil in his belly teeters on snapping already.

Johnny grits his teeth and can barely speak, his words coming out a garbled mess. “Fuck–F-Fuck… ‘m gonna cum, hen. ‘m so sorry.”

He apologizes, feels terrible for disappointing you like this again, but you simply wrap your arms tighter around his neck, holding him together and breaking him apart as you whisper sweet nothing’s into his ear. His balls tighten and the pressure almost brings him to his knees, but he manages to catch himself at the last moment before he cries out and buries his face into your neck to muffle his pathetic sounds while his cock pumps his thick load into your eager pussy, coating and claiming your gummy walls with his cum.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Johnny keeps chanting and whining against your wet skin, mouthing along the curve of your neck while he keeps rolling his hips into you desperately, fucking himself through overstimulation and exhaustion just to try and make you feel good, too, while you hush and coo praises into his ear, carding your fingers through his hair soothingly.

[ackerpretty]

Pervert Armin x black reader

MDNI & AGELESS BLOGS

Warnings: uhh EXTREME horniness and no self respect?

A/N: Y’all.. I barley proofread my shit so in sorry if there’s 500 typos and I just came outta writers retirement so I ask that y’all cut me some SLACK😭I’m done yapping now

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Armin knew he was going to be obsessed with you since the day you walked into the classroom. With your pretty brown gloss-covered lips and braids hanging hanging down to your ass. Your vanilla scent made all of the blood rush to his head…and dick. He had to have you all to himself. He wanted to take you back to him dorm and keep you there as his little pet. No one else would be able to see you on your knees like a puppy, tongue hanging out of your mouth and waiting for his next command. Maybe he’d tie you to his bed and stuff his shirt in your mouth so the whole residence hall won’t hear your screams (not that he’d care) . He was interrupted by his pervert thoughts when you approached him. “You Armin? I think were partners” of course y’all were partners. Armin made sure of that by rigging the professor’s spreadsheet. No, he simply refused to work with someone other than his pretty future wife. He talking bout some “Yeah! Let’s work at my dorm” knowing damn well y’all won’t be doing shit. He won’t make his princess do any work, he can bullshit this easy ass project as long as he can buy his face in your pussy for hours.

After 3 project sessions he had you wrapped around his finger….Literally. His two long slender fingers curled up into your pussy and tongue lapping up your brown-pinkish folds simultaneously.“Armin slow down please….I can’t” Amin simply ignored your ass, even flicking his tongue and a faster rate your sucking your clit until it was attached to his mouth. “just need to make you mine….wanna make my girl feel good” Your back arched off the bed as yours thighs shook around Armin’s head. Just when you were sure that you was finna squirt all over his, Armin stopped and flipped you over. “Want you to cum with my dick” This was the main event that Armin had fantasized. He opened up the little draw next to his bed and grabbed a baby blue ribbon to tie your hands behind your back with, and some vanilla coconut oil, your signature scent. That boy could not wait to oil up that ass, all for him. He slowly rubbed his hands all over your smooth brown skin, down to the back of your thighs. Armin squirts some oil of his hand, stroking his already hard dick. Without warning he slides into your pussy, almost nutting immediately after feeling your warmness. The small dorm was filled with sounds of your muffled moans and slapping sounds from Armin’s thighs against yours. “S’ the only dick you’ll ever need” He sneers through his teeth as his pace quickens and his grip on your hips create indents in your skin. Armin watched your arms struggle against the ribbon restraints and he took this opportunity to grab your arms and hold them behind your back while he fucked into your pussy.

Your breathing was becoming ragged and your walls began to spasm and clench around his dick. “Min im about to cum..ughh shit” He suddenly slows down his pace, making you whimper from the lack of speed. He grabs you by the throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Say you love me first…tell me your gonna be a good bitch for me” Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your mouth is hanging open, and that brain is struggling to put one word together. “Say it or you get nothing” he slowly starts fucking into you faster, hand still wrapped around your throat, trying to make you break “Love you min..m’ur bitch” Your whole body begins to shake as you cream all over his dick . When you’re done he pulled out made sure to cum all over your face, globs of white sticking to your cheeks, nose, and forehead. “my good girl, baby” he says as his fingers stroked your cum covered face. After y’all get all cleaned up, he gently placed you in his bed where you knocked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Armin couldn’t help but to admire your unconscious body, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. Yeah, you ain’t ever leaving his room.

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[dickarchivist]

Hello, dear Archivist! I'm sliding into your asks with a fic request. Having read your NSFW Alphabet for Grave Squad (and nearly perished of thirst), I would love to request a fic for Banshee x reader, using this prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

No pressure, and no rush! Thank you so much for creating such a simp-worthy batch of OCs 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask @dystopicjumpsuit! And for Banshee too, I am honored 🥺

"In The Palm of His Hand"

Clone OC Banshee × fem!Reader (civilian medic)

Word count: 2175

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Summary: After a very provocative dream about Grave Squad's silent member, you can't get it out of your head. You wonder, what would happen if you told him?

Contents and Warnings: brief mention of a battle and some ear trauma, brief mention of blood, fantasizing, sex dreams, fingerings, hand job, oral (reader recieving), biting/marking, the hint of a skirt kink, Banshee taking his time with you

Author Notes: Banshee doesn't speak very often, and uses hand signs. All his hand signs will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word. He is selectively mute, and portrayed as hard of hearing.

"Ban..." your breathing hitches, whining as you cling to Banshee's broad shoulders, feeling his big hands all over your body. Curious fingers lifting the hem of your shirt, touching your bare tummy. His sleepy eyes lock to yours, he cups your breast in one hand, rolling his thumb around your nipple, "Ban... please." His other roams lower, gliding over your panties with slight pressure. Banshee sits you down on his knee and you rut against the plastoid armor, trembling at the cold against your thighs.

You're up against his chest, you can feel his breath on your lips as he leans his head down to-- your alarm blares in your ear and you sit up with a jolt, your own hands where Banshee's hand been. "Oh for kriff's sake..."

This wasn't the first dream you'd had with Banshee being the star. Ever since you'd met him, there was a pull between you. In his silence, you'd never felt more seen or heard. Seeing him with his brothers, he was more lively than on his own, and the first time you heard him speak was to a child. One simple word, and it made you melt. "Vod'ika!" Said with such enthusiasm as he lifted the young padawan and gave her a bone crushing hug. You wondered then, for the first time, how it would feel to be in his arms.

The second time you heard him speak was after a nasty battle had rendered much of his Squad incapacitated. His ears were bleeding, eyes closed, looking almost peaceful if it hadn't of been for the injuries. There was another cut along his throat, no doubt it would become a new scar, another story.

When you removed his ear phones, he screamed in pain at a decibel so inhuman it made you cover your own ears. It frightened you. Not because of the blood, but because you'd never heard him so loud before. His eyes opened, and in a stark contrast from the scream he'd just delivered, the feather light whisper of "Help..." made you want to take care of him for as long as you could.

He hasn't spoken since then, not with words. After fending off a rather terrible pick up line from his brother, Phantom, you learned that Banshee spoke mostly in sign. You knew a bit already, so it wasn't hard to get your hands on the material and start to work on it. Banshee smiled at you when you signed to him the first time, his hands moving enthusiastically to try and carry the conversation.

You apologized, signing that you don't know many fish yet, but you are turning the speeder. His laugh, soft as velvet, made your knees knock together. He thanked you for trying, and signed to you, much slower, that you can speak to him instead. It's been months since then, and you're comfortable with doing both simultaneously now, just in case you make a mistake with your hands.

But now, with last night's fantasy running through your mind, you find your hands fidgety for very different reasons. Banshee's in a quiet room in the GAR library when you finally find him. He's seated with his back to the door, books and data pads stacked in front of him. You notice there's nothing new written or drawn on his head today, leaving it a clean slate for others to write or draw on. You once snuck a heart next to the tattooed one near his temple, and quickly drawing a flower to say that was all you had added.

You stare at Banshee's back, toying with the hem of your top, wondering if telling him your feelings is the right thing to do. You figure he can't hear you anyhow, so you start to speak...

“I had this dream and - kriff - you couldn’t keep your hands off me," when he doesn't turn around, you keep going, "We were in my flat, I'd just gotten home, and you were there. You kissed my neck, and started feeling me up..." still without response from Banshee, you continue, "You played with my breasts, rolling your thumb over my nipple as you put me over your knee... I wish you'd touch me like that, I wish we could be more than just... whatever this is. But I'm too anxious to even say it to your face so you can read my lips, so that's for nothing, I guess."

You're about to high tail and leave when he straightens up from his seated position. There's the flutter of a page, then the soft thud of a book being closed. Banshee turns around in his chair, a sleepy eyed smirk on his face. Blush blooms across your face as his hands move.

I can hear you.

"Oh kriff..."

That quiet chuckle makes you weak in the knees, and you feel yourself braced against the door for support as he stands and walks closer to you. It's hard to take your eyes off his face, but his hands are moving again, and you look down to watch him speak.

Do you want me to touch you like that now?

"N-now?" Granted, you were in a private room, but that boldness wasn't something you expected from Banshee who always seemed to keep to himself. You nod, biting your lip and looking at his hands... he was even in his armor, just like in your dreams.

Banshee chuckles again, sinking you further down the door. He catches you before you hit the floor and helps guide you to the chair he'd been in moments before. Kneeling in front of you, Banshee cups your cheek before pulling back to sign.

Maybe you're not ready for this right now. This is a library, can you keep quiet?

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together. Kriff, he's serious about this... with another nod, you scoot to the edge of the chair, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

He smirks, then handles you with his large hands, having you rise only to place you back on his knee. Your skirt flairs over his thigh, and you feel the cool plastoid against your bare skin. You know you're wet already, but hearing yourself squish against his armor makes you shudder and hold his arm for support. Banshee sighs softly, looking down at you with a dreamlike look on his face. He uses one hand to sign, you know this one, and you giggle as his hand goes over his face to collect under his chin.

Pretty.

You rut against him, blush spreading across your cheeks and shoulders further. Banshee's hands start to work you, thumbs pressing into your hips and pulling a light moan from your lips. Goosebumps cover your skin, and you feel your nipples hardening against your top. Banshee moves one hand up from your waist to knead your breast. His gloved hand rolls your pebbled nipple between his index and thumb, and you stifle a cry of pleasure. It was much more, being in his hands, than you thought it would be.

"Shhh," a soft hush hisses from his lips before they close on your neck. You gasp and roll your hips into him, a hand rubbing across his short hair. Your thighs clenched around his again, "Ban, please keep going..."

He sucks a dark hickey into your skin while his hands continue to explore your body. He squeezes your ass in one hand, the other still toying with your breast as his mouth leaved marks across your neck. You pull your shirt off yourself, and immediately his mouth moves to your other breast. You moan again, feeling your slick arousal down your thighs, knowing your panties as soaked through. Your voice comes in a desperate whisper, heart thudding in your chest as you grind on his leg, "Ban, please, more... I need more..."

His eyes meet yours, and you feel yourself throb for him. He ghosts his lips across yours, not quite a kiss, more to share in your breathing. The hand on your ass slinks further down and you feel his thick fingers press against your entrance. As a cry threatens to come, Banshee collects your lips in a kiss to silence you.

His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you invite him in, deepening the kiss as fingers rub your entrance with delicious pressure. You try to press his fingers into you, angling backward and rolling your hips, but Banshee doesn't want to give you what you want just yet. His breathy laugh warms the skin of your neck as his hand slips away from your entrance. You whine slightly, "Tease, not fair..."

As you pout, continuing to rock yourself on his thigh, he signs to you again.

Says the woman who gave her desires to my back.

His grin is was even more teasing than his hand had been.

Get up. Lean over the table.

You swallow thickly and do as you're told. You flip your skirt up, exposing your backside to him and swaying slightly. After he takes off his gloves, he grabs you again, fingers running through your folds, spreading slick through them. You cover your mouth when he stays playing with your clit, legs trembling already. "Ban..."

You heard the clatter of plastoid on the floor behind you, but not how you had expected. Banshee had gotten under the table, his face close to your folds. You can feel his breath on your slick thighs, and as two fingers begin to stroke and tease your entrance again, his mouth is upon you.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he takes long flat tongued licks through your wet folds, slow and deliberate. Savoring your taste. You could hear the satisfaction in the quiet hum that rumbled through your clit as he sucked at you. It took a lot of control to keep from getting too loud, but you'd had a little practice in not being heard. Stifling yourself, just as you are now, when the thoughts of Banshee overwhelmed you and you had to touch yourself before you could make it home.

You're snapped back as new pleasure burns through you. The slow play at your clit finally being accompanied by two thick fingers stretching your entrance. Your voice rises just a bit, but you slap a hand over your mouth before he can pull away to make you quiet down. It works, for now, a brief pause in his work, but Banshee doesn't leave you wanting for long. His fingers course in and out of your warm walls, you clench around them rocking yourself into his mouth and hand.

His other hand has been absent from you, and you wonder if he's stroking himself while pleasing you... you decide the thought isn't enough. "Banshee... I-- ah-- I want you..."

"Hm?" His hum vibrates your clit and you gasp again. You know he heard you, and that he's trying to tease you. Clever man he is.

"I want you, please, f-fill me up and--" you grip the edge of the table, a silent cry coming from you as Banshee pushes his fingers deeper inside. You feel your own slick dripping down your thighs at the sudden depth of his hand.

You lay your head on the table, feeling his pace quicken inside you, his mouth on your clit near torturous how he swirled it around his tongue, sucking and flicking as his fingers pumped in and out of you. As quiet as you had managed to be, Banshee still got a scream from you as you came around his fingers.

Banshee moves swiftly, turning you around to face him as he leans over you on the table. His armor hadn't been removed, much to your dismay and fantasy. In his hand, fingers still so deep within, you pant and clench around him again. He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. When Banshee slowly slides his hand from you, he parts his lips from yours with a smile, allowing you the moan at full volume.

You watch him, waiting for him to sign to you, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your climax. Banshee holds your gaze as he licks his hand clean of your slick, then pulls his gloves back on.

Next time.

You swallow thick as he helps you back into your top, hands ghosting your body. You pull him to you for a kiss, lingering on his lips, "Next time what?"

That velvet laugh of his, kriff you swear you could go again this second if he'd let you. He guides your hand up to his face, kissing your palm before setting it against his cheek. Banshee leans close to you, whispering in your ear, "I'll give you all of me, but not now."

You feel yourself tighten at the thought, a moan and shiver escaping you, "Banshee..."

He's off you again, retrieving your panties and then kneeling before you to help you back into them. Just to tease you, he licks your thigh with a cocky smirk, then stands.

Next time, Cyare. But not at work.

[sunlessea]

the door of its office feels strikingly chill against his flushed skin, a curse and blessing : it makes him tense, starkly aware of the people who walk 'long the factories floors on the other side, whilst simultaneously acting as its own stimulation, each time he's pressed against it when it grinds forward against his hips. his nipples, erect and sensitive as they are, brush into the cool metal every time he's pushed into it, but even without the tease of the cold, he's overwhelmed, enveloped entirely against fires' body, and that aside, he is so focused on each thrust of its dick along his ass.

his breath catches each time it thrusts past his entrance, at how long it is to leave precum falling down along his back where it pulls his hips closer to it. he doesn't even think it needs to, the difference in their sizes being so prominent - it's just showing off at this point. and why wouldn't it : for every bit and quip he'd made up to this point, he'd practically collapsed panting out its name with its tongue so deep inside of him. it has him in the palm of its claws, body trembling in objective anticipation each time it so much as teases at pushing inside of him. were there ever any doubt how badly he wants it, he'd be ashamed to admit how obvious it is now, even in how he occasionally bites back his own complaints, eager moans in their place.

"i can't - i can't just-mm..." everything is muffled by the way he has his hands clamped over his mouth : his voice, his panting, and the way his protests turn to lewd groaning the harsher its grinding starts to get. he's still trying to whisper, too, but his heart is racing with the candles' glow, and he is... so turned on. he's already lost, and he knows it, yet how desperately he clings to his own pride. he's never slept with another man before, or something to the adjacent of men, and how painfully his own hardened dick aches, he's not sure he's ever realized just how much he's wanted this...

"oh god..." terribly ironic, this is where he'd choose to take that name in vain now after all this time. if it weren't for fires pressed against him, he'd collapse, he just knows it. he's not sure this is any better, where the door subtly shakes each time it pushes its cock along his ass. he doesn't even want to think about what exactly it has planned with him like this - and yet he clearly begs for it, however silent his yearning. if anyone should fear the threat of his boss' growl it's him, but he's almost wilting under it, breath hitching where he feels it start to position itself behind him at last, the tip of its cock pressing against his entrance. his own breaths quicken shortly after, spit from his lips catching where he bites down on his fingers, desperate and wanting - and horny.

"n, no, we can't let-... don't be stupid..." he isn't protesting the way its length enters him, mercifully slow, and mercilessly painful. his breaths turn to pants, his voice a whimper where his eyes close, tears already pricking at the corners of them. he can still feel how close he'd gotten where its tongue had curled so deeply inside of him, and that preparation is the only thing that lessens the difficulty of how large its cock is against his much more human body. it hurts, and he finds himself groaning from it, teeth biting down on his fingers in desperate attempt to keep from crying out, either from the pain or the pleasure of it. it's ... so thick, brutally monstrous in stature in comparison to him, so small underneath it. he'd always considered himself average height, but this ... his blood starts to fall down his lips from biting too hard, skin broken on his fingers. "a-ah...!" it's so muffled, but at last his will breaks, the deeper it pushes, legs and thighs trembling against fires holding him up. there's a rush of dizziness to his head, and he can't tell if he wants it to take him even slower, or to start railing him just like this-

either way, its teeth sinking into his throat leaves him whining under his hands, his head lulling to the opposite side to give it more space, even where he refuses his clear voice to it. his length twitches, dripping with precum just as well. "you're so... so big," he whimpers for it, weight falling slack against the door, for whatever much he could still move. he feels like he can barely breathe, and it's taking everything in him not to start crying out for it. "h...hot... i feel so-" so good...! he does want its cock deeper : more than that. it hurts, and they shouldn't be doing this, not at all, but especially not here. and yet- "sir, please," his moan this time is louder, no matter how hard he tries to quiet himself, "they can't hear us, th-they'll know-"

it knows precisely what it's doing, and that may very well be the worst of it : from how much of its weight it presses 'gainst him, to the placement of each bruise it leaves in the wake of its teeth and tongue where its mouth wanders over the expanse of his back. unblemished, once, save the freckles littering every inch of his skin; now with every nip and nibble it pauses solely to mark and brand the places it finds him most sensitive, tantalizing each tender section it can find with its tongue, fighting against its own temptation to sink its teeth in where blood blossoms just 'neath the surface. and it's found him to be quite sensitive, so far, and eager besides ...

just as its tongue teases his skin, it'd teased far more in their shared anticipation. it'd kept his hands pulled behind his back in vice grip, where its claws ensured his hips parted, and for all he'd learned of its own anatomy it would revel in the way his thighs trembled where it'd bowed its head forward after a moment's time teasing the feeling of the tip of its tongue over his entrance in short, quick licks, and only when it tired of teasing did it press itself flush 'gainst the curve of his ass, and with it, thrusting the generous length of its tongue inside of him—and what a messy affair that'd been, drool falling in strings from the edges of its lips 'long before it'd curled its tongue inside him, and it'd only pulled itself away when it feared his knees might buckle, and its weight against him was as much for its own enjoyment as it was mere necessity.

this ... is what's led them to their present state, with it murmuring all sorts of honey-tongued comforts 'bove its rumbling purr and swallowed down moans. its allowed him the grace to steady himself as he'd like : mentally, or emotionally ... it suspects he hadn't expected its interest to veer quite so starkly lewd, though it had never considered it being without question, the way he pleads and wilts against it.

just like before, just as he does now.

" oh, i'm more than serious... " it's voice is a mockery, despite its honesty. with how it grins 'gainst the slope of his shoulder, to the marks its claws leave in his hips where it tugs him closer, presses its weight harder against him—and resulting, rocking the full length of its cock harder against his ass with each less than subtle roll of its hips. it's own arousal is even less subtle than how it grinds against him; precum dripping onto the small of his back where it thrusts up past his entrance, and slipping down its thighs where it is otherwise untouched, pleasantly warm, and frustratingly wanting.

he's small in comparison to it, but that's all more for his charm. with every quip or strangled down groan, his body shudders, and where it has him pinned flush 'gainst the frame, its form nearly envelops him. and it wants to enshroud him like this, to hear every pant and plea and whimper—where he worries for it, it revels.

" let them. " even when purr falls to growl, it is of no threat to him, even where it bares its teeth at last against his neck, shifting its hips to angle itself properly, push the head of its cock against his entrance still slick with its own spit. the way his body trembles then, is inviting—as much as is the way it catches his pulse racing 'neath its tongue as it trails it up his neck. " i want to hear you, little light ... " its grip tightens against his hip, where slowly—in what little kindness it offers behind its shuddering false-breaths—it pushes forward inside of him, growling demand 'fore it sinks its teeth deep in too. " let me hear you. "

[sinnoman]

Beyond Fabrics of Time and Space

i got my heart ripped out and stomped on by two lovers who died too soon.. i want to bless you with my pain and suffering. <3

[summary] In the midst of uniting the three realms a war broke out. You and Diavolo get married minutes before the both of you pass away.

[one shot] [Diavolo x gn!reader]

It’s cold–freezing. Everything is freezing, and dark, and aching. And there are voices coming from all around, angry ones, scared ones but they are muffled. Ears ringing, you can only focus on the hands, big hands, holding you and pulling you slowly towards something warm. It’s only then, when the memories rush in, your eyes open wide. 

There was an attack that proceeded from a revolt. It had not only attacked the Devildom, but simultaneously attacked the Celestial Realm. From there, everything went down to shit; like an avalanche rapidly growing and causing chaos. Now, in the midst of uniting the three realms, a war broke out and it left you with the hellborn city you loved so much in ruins. And its Prince holding you for dear life as poison visibly courses through his veins. 

“... Love, I am so sorry.” He croaks. His voice cracks, wobbly as the tears threaten to spill. They do, eventually, they fall on your cheeks as he hovers over you, looking down. Eventually, his tears mix in with your own and fall to the floor of a poorly built wooden shack residing in the outskirts of the city. 

It’s not far from the city of course, so you can still hear the shouts and screams and the explosions. But the Prince’s voice grabs your attention and your heart and makes it twist and ache. “I am sorry…” He sobs hard, holding you closer to him. He’s starting to grow cold. 

“What are you sorry for?” You whisper. You would be surprised if your voice could go any higher than a whisper. You could barely make note of what your body was doing, it felt limp. It probably was, giving up from applying pressure to the spot where the attackers forced and ripped a dagger into you. “You did nothing wrong.” 

“I did everything wrong.” He argues, his voice hoarse from the sobbing. He places a hand on your cheek and instinctively, you lean into it. He wipes your tears with his thumb, trying to even his breathing as he does. You look straight at the golden eyes you fell in love with all these years. “I-I failed to protect everyone, my home, my people. I could not even save you from all this malice and destruction. My love, my heart, I failed you.” 

“Dia.” You draw his attention. His eyes are starting to dullen. “You did not fail me. I am still here with you, am I not, my Prince?” He nods, lightly squeezing the hand holding your face. “I would rather die like this than any other way.” 

Diavolo raises you all while lowering himself to kiss you. His kisses do not stop at your lips. They range from lips to your cheeks to your temples. Anywhere he can reach, anywhere he can feel you. In between the shower of kisses are his words spoken ever so softly. I love you, I love you, I love you. I am sorry. Forgive me. 

Time seems to pass by so slowly, but you are grateful for it. You focus on him and him only. Despite the pain reaching your brain, begging for you to move and to find something so you can grasp on to life a little longer. Despite the pact marks painting your body and telling you to hold on a little longer and you’ll be fine. 

It’s just you and him waiting for death to arrive. 

“Dia, before we go–” You wince, gulping your spit to speak a little more clearly. He starts to cough, looking away. You can make out that what he’s coughing out is blood. It’s dark at night and so thick it barely drips down his hand when opens his palm. He turns to you, breathing heavy, looking for you to continue. “I wish to die not as a lover but as a s-spouse.” You stress. 

“Are you proposing to me?” Diavolo asks. A small chuckle followed by a wince leaves him. His eyes do not look away from you. 

“No.” Yes. You say. “We d-do not have a witness nor a notary. I’m devoting the r-rest of my life to you, is all.” 

“I wish I could give you a proper wedding.” He says. Diavolo pulls you in closer, squeezing you into his frame even tighter. “I would have been your husband for millenniums rather than a few seconds.” And it hurts. It hurts to hear the truth of your reality. In a minute or two the both of you will be dead. In just a couple hundred seconds, the both of you would be lifeless on the floor with a wishful marriage in vain. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You say, using the last of your strength to take his hand in yours and squeeze it. I love you. “Because I, no matter if it’s for a few seconds or for the rest of eternity, take you Diavolo to be my husband. Beyond the fabrics of time and space, you will forever be my husband.” 

Everything is freezing, and dark, and aching. And you are sure that there is no chance of living again. But you blackout with a smile on your face, hearing him speak back to you. 

“Beyond the fabrics of time and space, not even death can part us. I will always be with you, my love. From before we pass, until after we meet in the next life. All the way till it ceases to exist. I love you. ” 

tags: @obeythebutler @beels-burger-babe @minteyeddevil

[shiedagabe]

Fortunate Forgetfulness

Credit: Unknown (If you own this GIF please DM me so I can properly credit you)

Genre: Smut

Warning: NSFW / Blood Fetish

Pairing: L!Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Today might've been the slowest day of your life. You sat behind the counter for countless hours waiting for costumers but nothing happened. The only people who actually came in the shop were either men in a rush or elderly people, but you didn't see anyone else. Did I forget something? You asked yourself. And then, when you finally looked outside, you noticed it - a huge fire coming from the hospital. It finally clicked. J went to visit Dent at his lowest point.

You immediately rang your boss but she didn't pick up the phone. You were desperate and anxious. Your foot was tapping rapidly on the floor and you were starting to hyperventilate faster and harder. Each rushing man that passed, ring from the phone and tap on the solid wooden floor left you more and more worried for your own sake. You were sure he was going to kill you. Sooner or later he would find out you weren't there and then you would finally learn the definition of pain. As soon as she picked up the phone with the sweetest "Hello?" you had ever heard you rapidly spewed an incomprehensible word diarrhea that neither her nor you understood. She immediately asked if you were alright to which you replied that you were simply worried sick for your significant other's well-being since he was in the hospital since the fire had started. You asked if you could take the day off so you could see if he was doing alright, to which she replied you should. Without hesitation, you put your apron down and rushed as fast as possible out of that store and immediately ran home. She was the sweetest person you had met and you would've considered her a good friend if not for the fact that you didn't see each other often.

As soon as you were standing in front of door you fumbled around for your keys but you couldn't find them. You must've left them at the store when you were heading home. But that didn't matter now, you weren't turning back. You shamefully knocked on the door and a very angry J answered it.

- You are two hours late. Where were you? - He said while looking directly into your eyes. You could feel your soul had given up and, at this point, was just admiting defeat.

- I was working. I'm sorry I forgot, J. It won't happen again, promise... - You replied in a tired and worn out voice.

- Oh trust me, this won't happen again, I'll make sure of it.

- Wait, what do you me-

Before you could reply you felt something knock you out. It wasn't him, he was completely still, but he wasn't worried about it, either.

You woke up and you were terrified. You were in a completely darkened room with nothing but a spotlight shining on your face. Suddenly, J came out of the shadows. He started walking towards you with a menacing stare. As soon as you tried to move your arm to stop him you noticed you were tied to a big wheel, like a ritualistic carnival.

- W-what're you doing?! - You were so scared you couldn't hear yourself think over the sound of your thumping heart. You know him well enough to understand that he'd be perfectly capable of doing something like this if he ever got uncontrollably mad.

- Welcome, to the wheel of fortune! - He laughed aloud as if he had an audience. - Due to um.. budgetary constraints it only has two sides. You'll have to figure them out on your own. Good luck! ‐ He maniacally cackled with malicious intent.

- No, no, no, wait! - You said before he turned the wheel with his hands. You could feel your blood rushing to your side and you were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. You tried to tell him to stop but you couldn't, your body was giving up on you extremely quickly.

As soon as you were about to pass out you felt a sharp knife land next to your head. You were so terrified you couldn't feel your heart pump anymore and you would have certainly reached for your pulse if you weren't tied to the wheel. He put you upright and removed the knife from the side of your head. You swore you thought it ripped out a couple of hairs.

- Congratulations! You're a um.. lucky winner!

- Great, j-just great. - You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. - What do I get now?

He put the knife up to your cheek and scarred you without saying a word. He slowly started kissing and licking the scar, covering his lips with a delicious shade of red. He was dragging the knife up until he reached your lips. You slowly envelloped your lips and soon both of you had your lips covered in blood. You were simultaneously terrified and excited but you didn't know which one of the two you should feel right now. While you were kissing sensually he decided to move his hands down from your neck and into your tits. He started meticulously rubbing your nipples while he simultaneously grabbed you leg with his other hand. You had practically forgotten what had happened and the best part was yet to come.

He started moving his hand down on your waist, into your other leg and, finally, into your pussy. You weren't particularly wet after what had happened today but he sure was about to make you. While he laggardly rubbed your clit you were softly moaning and biting your lip in unadulterated pleasure. <More.> You whispered. You knew you were desperate and you couldn't stop yourself. You wanted to be his and at this point you would do anything for him. He started to move seductively while fingering you. He was slowly feeling your insides and you were absolutely delighted by it. You told him to stop for a second, muttering something in his ear which he followed to a T. He lowered the wheel and let your legs free by cutting the rope with the knife he was carrying earlier. You immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and were trying to pull him in but he was taking things a bit more slowly. He rubbed the tip of his dick against your wet pussy while laying on top of you. You were slowly kissing each other. However, while he was biting your lip, it started to bleed, so he started licking tenderly. Needless to say, that by itself got you got even more turned on. You scratched his back and pulled him in, biting his neck passionately. He knew this was the time to strike so he stuck his dick in you. That was it, that was when your chips were cashed. You felt nothing but pure ecstasy and you wanted much, much more. He started off slow but he quickly picked up the pace and, coincidentally, so did your breathing. With each thrust your mind was feeling more and more blank with thoughts about him. You could even say you felt overwhelmed now, but at the time you couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed both of your wrists and started thrusting harder. You always enjoyed it when he was serious around you, it left you more and more excited for what was about to come. He was kissing your neck and you were moaning as loud as you could. There were no restraints now, neither physical nor psychological. You freed one of your hands and you started intensely scratching his back again. That was a sure-fire way of showing him that you wanted everything he had to offer and more. And not only did he offer it, he also delivered. He gave everything he had to make you happy in that particular moment, even though he was the one in charge, still. J started to speed up even more even though you thought he was close to exhaustion and he was also starting to grab your hand extremely hard so you knew what was about to come. He was a big man, however, so he was starting to hurt you a little more than you had expected. You slowly pushed him away from you, got on your knees and started blowing him. He pushed your head straight into his base and came all over your mouth. You licked your lips in satisfaction and gave him a quick peck on the lips. You noticed that both of you had equally enjoyed that experience, regardless of that awkward start. And, if you haf to be honest, you'd like to try it again soon.

[wornoutmouse]

Ayo... DOM! Deku with a choking and overstim kink. Like the baku AND DekuSquad both thinks that the reader leads the relationship and is top in bed cuz the difference in personalities and PDA. But the reader just goes along with it cuz she knows that it’s the exact opposite and she wanna get fucked fucked. So in the end the next school day they see the reader limping to school and Deku smiling cheeky. Bro Deku makes me😩 May you do a request to that? It’s ok if you won’t 😊

Question of the Day: What nicknames do y'all find not cringy during a steamy moment?

Cursing, squirting

It wasn’t your fault that people viewed you as the one in charge when it came to the sexual side of you and Izuku’s relationship. You were naturally more energetic and rivaled Bakugou in the terms of attitude and prowess, meanwhile, Deku was one of softer energy. Always smiling awkwardly and blushing at every little joke and jab. Very few people have seen Deku in his prime when he is focused on a goal and will do anything to get there. This attitude graciously carried over to his love life, something you were faithfully reminded of on one faithful day.

As usual, You, and the usual majority of class 1-A sat around each other during lunch. Deku being the nerd he was, sat leaning against you while writing something in his notebook, dusting it every so often when the wind blew flowers off the tree above you. An ethical argument between Mineta and Denki is what started the whole ordeal.

“What do you mean, Mineta?! Deku is totally the submissive one in his and Y/n’s relationship, no doubt about it!” Mineta shook his head adamantly. “I’m telling you, dude, it’s the super nice ones you have to worry about.” Denki gasped, offended, “I can’t believe you are saying this right now, have you no shame!”

Jirou rolled her eyes as she had no choice but to listen to the boy’s stupid conversation. “You do know Y/n is sitting right here right?” Based on the wide look on both of their eyes, they did not in fact realize that. Quickly looking at each other with narrowed features they dig in their pockets in order to retrieve their wallets. “20 bucks that say Y/n is topping Deku.” Mineta scoffed, “40 says you’re wrong.” they both shake on it before scooting closer to you. “So Y/n, which one of us is right.”

Looking between the two boys you open your mouth to answer the truth until you feel Deku shift his weight. He was looking at you, everyone was looking at you, all eager to hear who was right. A hand placed subtly on your back makes your smile widen, for a different reason than everyone else would guess. “Well, I can’t exactly say Denki is wrong, but I can’t say that he’s right.”

The blond whines in annoyance, “Oh come on what does that even mean!?!” While his attention is distracted, Mineta snatches the money from his hands, “That means you’re wrong now pay up.” Denki snaps out of his stupor in order to chase after his smaller classmate, “No the hell it doesn’t!” Now, with everyone’s attention being distracted to the slapstick comedy the two ensue, you realize that the hand you previously felt is gone. Deku is back to scribbling away in his notebook, giving you a false sense of relief.

“Man, Snipe is so aggressive when it comes to history!” Kirishima slouches in his chair knocking Bakugou’s hand as he eats out of a Yogurt cup. “Watch it shitty hair!” is the usual response, as the class congregates together. Asui calls you over to show you something but Deku steps in front of you before you fully stand. “Y/n since we have free time right now, I was hoping you could come and help me with something real quick.” He scratched the back of his head and looked over your head.

On the outside, it was just Deku being shy Deku, nothing suspicious about the ever-present blush he always sported was in full bloom. But from your point of view, it was obvious there was a different intent behind those eyes. “We’ll be back guys.” Deku mutters a hand settled comfortably on your waist as you walk out the door. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jirou watching the two of you leave with an eyebrow raised.

Deku guided you down the school halls, thumb rubbing shapes into your side. He said nothing as you walked, only waving and making small conversation with any familiar face you two passed by. After a long time, you two reach an unfamiliar classroom that Deku curiously peeks inside of. “So what are we doing?” “You’ll see.” Deku ushers the two of you inside before closing and locking the door shut. The mood seems to shift almost immediately.

Deku has a lazy smile on his face as he tugs on his school tie, “So what was that conversation you and Kaminari were having earlier?” Your arms tingle with goosebumps, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.” While Izuku talked, his uniform coat is placed neatly on a nearby desk table, the sleeve of his collared shirt was rolled up and out of the way. “Yeah, I figured you would say that, that’s why I wrote it down to help refresh your memory.”

Deku sits down on a desk, motioning you over to him with a twitch of his fingers. A small notebook you hadn’t noticed till now was pulled from his back pocket before being flipped through. When you stood in front of him, his hand resumed its place on your waist so he could pull you much closer. “According to my notes, Kaminari and Mineta were debating on who was in charge of our relationship.” The more he spoke, the more aware you became of his fingers tapping randomly on your back, each touch tickled your spine, “And in response, you encouraged Kaminari’s theory that you were the one in charge.” Deku snapped the notebook closed with one hand before placing it on the other side of your waist forcing you to face him. “Is that right?”

You are silent when Deku’s scarred hands undo your shirt buttons from the bottom up. “I just thought it was interesting that your answer was different from what my memory recalls.” Izuku sucks in a breath when he sees your black lace bra. The fabric covering your chest conveniently hid the faded hickeys he knew he left 3 weeks ago. “Take this off for me?” The soft tone took you off guard making you pause confused as Deku gently tugged off your shirt and tie. He stands up folding your clothes as you fiddle with your bra straps. “I’m done?” You turn around to hand him your bra but squeak out in surprise when his hand grips your neck.

He keeps his hand there as he backs you up, forcing you to sit on the desk he was previously on. “I’m curious….” Deku trails off in his speech, using the time to kiss you deeply, hand never leaving your neck. “Since you are always the one in charge, I figure that maybe I should finally put in the work and make you feel good?” Deku pulls the chair from underneath the desk and sits down, legs spread. “Well, what are you waiting for, come here?” Your stomach flips as you slide off the table, the stale cool air of the classroom makes your skin prickle with goosebumps as Deku faces you the opposite way in order for you to sit comfortably in his lap.

“Deku what if we get caught?” You nervously glance at the classroom door, the lack of a peeking window putting you somewhat at ease. You were the only one exposed and if someone were to come through that door, they would see your half-naked body in all its glory. A hovering hand grabs the ends of your faux locs to pull your head back so he could whisper in your ear. “I’m sure they’ll understand that I’m just trying to pay you back for all my laziness.”

You bite your lips coyly. He was annoyed, you could definitely hear it now from his sarcastic remarks. But that didn’t make you regret your earlier choice, not one bit, and Deku knew that. The real excitement came from seeing how long it would last.

The gentleness returned when he grabbed your chest, massaging and pulling at them for his own enjoyment before releasing them in order to slide down your stomach. As expected he pinches the skin hard between his fingers and then releases before you even have enough time to complain.

“Just relax okay?” Deku places each of your thighs atop of his, successfully spreading your legs apart. You suppressed laughter whenever his fingers grazed your skin just lightly enough that it tickled, there was no need to give him a reason to be more upset. “Wearing briefs again today?”

Your pussy is palmed without restriction as deft fingers rub at the soft cotton protecting it. “Now how am I supposed to get to you now huh?” You knew the unspoken answer, and Deku knew you hated it as he clenched his fingers into the fabric until it ripped, “Oops.” You shook your head pouting at the unfair treatment, “Why do you always have to do that, now I have to be extra careful of my skirt!”

Strike one was raising your voice.

The touch was quick but still ever so stinging. Deku slapped your pussy in response before using his other hand to hold your neck, firmly tipping it up to the ceiling. “If you would have stopped wearing underwear entirely we wouldn’t be having this conversation, you know I like easy access.” The lack of visible reaction meant nothing since you could almost feel the blood rushed to your face. Deku kisses your neck determined to add marks that you could never hide. Your dark skin peppered with purple bruises while Izuku simultaneously rolled your skirt up to your waist.

You were already wet, the small nibbles here and there were enough for your clit to twitch excitedly as Izuku’s fingers danced around it. “Please touch me!” A warm chuckle vibrated from his chest at your desperate plea, “Calm down and relax Princess. I’ll get you where you need to be.” Deku continues to ignore your clit. His fingers, ever precise, slide between your folds in order to collect your arousal. The feeling adds some pleasure but only enough to make you more desperate. “Look at you.”

Deku observed your hips buck every whenever he got close to your clit. The small nerve swelling with blood and begging to be touched, and who would he be to deny that. It was heaven on earth when he finally put pressure on it. “Mhm!” His fingers combined with your wetness as extra lubrication provided the most pleasurable feeling. You wanted to clamp your legs shut and trap him there, but his much thicker thighs kept you wide open and on display.

Deku was never one to do anything half-assed, so while his fingers flicked and pulled at your clit, his other hand got to work. However, your twitching made you clench down whenever his finger barely pushed inside, “You gotta calm down baby, how else am I going to make you cum?” Soft soothing words made you just enough for him to push his index finger inside. Your cunt was tight, warm, and irresistible. The steady pump of his fingers has you closing your eyes as you relax against him like jelly.

Deku knew your pussy like the back of his hand at this point, every ripple, nook, and cranny he knew how to touch in order to make your toes curl. He adds another finger to the mixture, then another, and a fourth one until you are gushing around his digits and onto the floor. You were a slutty mess and no intelligible words could leave your mouth but “please” and “thank you”.

And while exhibitionism was one thing he had no problem with, Deku respected the fact that you would probably not be too keen to it. “You’re being too loud puppy.” Deku retracts his hand in favor of shoving his fingers in your mouth. You could taste yourself as he pushed them in further, rubbing it along your tongue as drool rolled down his forearm.

The sound of his finger fucking your pussy was wet and sticky, It took a large effort on his part to hold you against him every time your back arched away. “I’m cumming!” Your stomach contorted beautifully against his estranged wrist. “There you go.” Izuku kissed on the shell of your ear as you adjusted past your orgasms. “Are you done?”

You turn your head to kiss him, “Yeah..” He nodded, patting your cheek, “That’s good.” Izuku helps you stand up, helping you when you wobbled ever so slightly. You look at him unsure of the constant smile adorning his face, “Now what?” Izuku slouched a little bit more, “Now you get on your knees of course!”

You only have a moment to ponder what he said before a hand on your shoulder is forcing you down to your knees. It was quick enough for you not to feel the pain of your knees slamming down, but not quick enough to see the smirk crossing your initially sweet lover.

He was already hard as a rock when you pulled him out, cockhead with a steady stream of pre coming out the tip. You admired it with a small kitten lick around the edge, pleased when it bobs from your ministrations. “You are taking too long now put it in your fucking mouth.” Your head is pressed down less than gracefully and you are forced to open your mouth less his dick be smeared against your face.

Your mouth spreads as best it could while Deku sheathed all the way down to the base. He pulls out once again as if testing the waters before letting you up for a quick breath. “For someone in charge, you aren’t very good at this.” Deku uses a patronizing finger to wipe stray saliva off your chin before gripping your chin. “Maybe this will help you learn.” Using one hand Deku uses his cock to tap your mouth expectantly. Your mouth opens on reflex and his cock is pushed back in. Deku sighs with satisfaction, “Fuck, your mouth has always been good for this.” The tempo isn’t as bruising as it was in the beginning but it was still harsh.

Tears collected in your eyes ruining the mascara Momo had put on your eyes. Your throat burned from the constant friction and lack of air. “You hear that? This was what you should have said when they had asked you who was in charge.” Deku looked at you, his curly green hair covering his eyes as shook from his arm movement. “Look at those pretty lips.” Deku flinched after you swiped your tongue on the underside of his cock.

His voice sped up in the momentum and pitched in tone, “Y-You tryna make me cum fast huh!?” You bobbed your head faster despite the tight grip on your scalp trying to pull you away, “F-Fuck Y/n stop it!” Izuku’s voice caved and his hips jerked against your chin as he emptied his balls. You wipe your face with a large grin, brown eyes daring green ones. Izuku laughed, “You wanted this huh?” You don’t respond, skin tingling in the thought of what would come next. Deku stared at you, hands gripping his knees as his dick continued to spurt cum. “Fine.”

Deku stands up before dropping to his knees in front of you. Your calves are grabbed and raised until they are placed on his left shoulder. He slides inside of you with little to no resistance and you both groan at the intrusion. “I try to be nice to you.” Your neck is grabbed again with much familiarity, “But you always test my patience.” Deku leans over you to make sure you are listening. His eyes were a light green as sunlight cast itself inside of the classroom. The sound of your hips meeting is sloppy but neither of you are bothered by it.

You moaned as his abdomen rubbed against your clit the faster he went. “Deku!” Your voice is ragged and you’re practically wheezing at this point from the tight grip he has on every inch of your body. “Shut up.” He releases your neck and spreads your legs apart resting each on its respective shoulder. With entranced eyes Izuku watches you suck him in, sneering at how unintentionally greedy you were. The sound of spit startles you as it hits Deku’s cock before being pushed inside you.

You spasm at a particularly hard thrust, you didn’t know what it hit but your spine lit to flames each time it was grazed. “D-Deku!” You reach a hand out near any piece of skin you could reach, switching from his hands to his stomach. It was too much, the feeling of pleasure made it damn near impossible to think. Deku didn’t want you to think. Every time you seemed to think, you always caused him trouble. “I told you to be quiet.” Your mouth is covered almost completely by his hand only giving you the grace of air between his index and middle finger. You cum and you cum hard, so hard that Deku slips out and almost slips into your opposite hole.

Your leg is dragged back and Deku enters you again, this time only focused on himself. You feel him piston in and out of your cunt grunting obscenities as he closed his eyes with bliss. “Come on, I want one more like that. I need you to break for me.” In the distance, you hear the hour bell ring and the sound of students leaving their classroom. You have no energy to warn Deku, not that it would have mattered. Based on the pleasured look on his face and the heightened sound of his whines, the idea of getting caught only made him feel better. “I’m gonna, o-h fuck I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You let out a scream when a thumb finds your clit and your weak hands could do nothing to keep him from forcing another orgasm from you. “Don’t fucking run from it, cum for me puppy, oh god!” He covers your mouth to stifle your noises and that’s when the sensation begins.

The sensation is strange, it starts in your lungs like air before trickling down to your loins. The feeling of holding it back is painful but you still do it for only a moment of sanity. When it releases, it gushes like a waterfall, and for a moment you wonder if you had peed. When Deku feels it, he too is unable to hold back and finally cums inside of you with a reserved grunt when he realizes the danger of discovery.

Wasting no time and feeling no fatigue, Deku moves fast to find his own pants and shirt taking barely any time to pull your skirt down before giving you 4 minutes tops to learn how to breathe again. “Stand up.” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbow, “You could at least help a girl out after fucking me an inch of my life.” Deku shrugs, “Logically speaking you did this to yourself.” “Logically speaking I should shove my foot up your ass.”

On the way back to class, Deku took pleasure in watching you walk bowlegged. You of course didn’t share the sediment as you did your best to hold in any cum Deku graciously left behind. He opens the door for you and you walk in doing your best to walk right but the limp was clear and true. Bakugou looked bored, the rest had blushes on their faces as you struggled to sit down properly. Denki, of course, was heartbroken as he handed Mineta back his part of the bet. “I told you, dude, it’s always the silent ones.”

From the back of the class, Asui and Jirou shoot each other an impressed look as they eyes the dark lovebites traveling below your shirt collar.

[lexosaurus]

Going Angst Week 2021: Instinct

Read: [1: birth]

Warning: Ghost Hunger

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Ectoplasm was poisonous to humans. Danny knew that, it was one of the first things his parents had drilled into him when he was a kid.

If humans ingested small amounts of ectoplasm, they’d be sick but would likely be fine the next day. If they ingested large amounts of ectoplasm, they’d be rushed to the ER to get their stomach pumped, and if they didn’t make it there in time, they’d die.

Danny had accidentally eaten ectoplasm-infused cookies enough times in his childhood to be able to taste it’s gross battery-acid flavor. He’d felt enough stomach cramps from his mother’s cooking before Jazz insisted that they install a second fridge in the lab to store their samples inside of to know how much the human body hated the substance. 

Ectoplasm was poison. Period.

So then why was it that when he stared down longingly at the carnage before him, did he want nothing more than to dip his hand into the delicious pool of green and scoop it into his mouth?

He knew he should leave—his parents would be arriving soon—but as he stared down at the unfortunate remains of the giant ectoplasm mosquito on the pavement, all he could think about was how hungry he was and how sick he’d been all week and this was it, this was the thing that would cure him, he just needed to reach down...

Danny shook his head in disgust. He was still partially human, he couldn’t just eat ectoplasm. 

But he was so, so hungry.

Nothing he’d eaten in the past week had satisfied his hunger. No, this was something else. Something that originated deep down in his core. No human food could fix this, he knew that on instinct.

Ectoplasm was poison.

But he was starving.

Danny closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten these strange cravings. They’d been happening ever since he learned how to shoot ghost-rays with his hands. 

At first, it was easy to ignore. Just a twinge of his stomach here, a slight watering of his mouth there. Little annoyances, but nothing he couldn’t blame on exhaustion or academic stress.

But lately, the hunger had been getting worse. Just looking at a pool of ectoplasm made his heart skip a beat, and the sight of an entire ghost mosquito carcass was enough to make him want to collapse in relief.

He needed to do something. Leave. He couldn’t stay here, he was going to lose it. 

God, this was horrible. He was disgusting for even entertaining the idea.

Danny glanced back at the mosquito. Its core had smashed somehow during the fight, allowing its fresh ectoplasm to pool onto the pavement before it. The sun was setting, and it was hitting the fresh green in just the right way.

“Shut up,” Danny snapped. He wasn’t some feral vampire, he was Danny Phantom. Amity Park’s local ghost protector. He wasn’t just going to…

He glanced around. No one was here, and no one was passing by on the street either. Maybe he could afford just one little taste…

...just one…

...no one else had to know…

...he just needed to reach down and…

His fingers brushed the cool liquid, and as if he were shocked he jolted up, pressing his back into the brick building behind him and breathing hard. 

That was close. Too close. He needed to get out of here quickly before he lost control.

But as he stared back down at the gooey carcass, it was as if a trance had overtaken him. His mind fogged up, and all his worries and stresses seemed to melt away.

The only thing he knew was that he was starving, and there was food. 

Danny crouched down over the mosquito and shyly stuck his hand back out over the glowing pool of liquid. He hesitated, as if there were still some part of his mind that was trying to resist when he knew that he just needed to chill out, Danny. It’s okay. Trust yourself.

He was a ghost. He knew what he was doing.

Closing his eyes, he dipped his hand into the ectoplasm. He shuddered, allowing his hands to explore the cool liquid. It felt...nice. And his hunger seemed to yell louder until he couldn’t ignore the voice in his head goading him to eat the ectoplasm, just eat it, eat the ectoplasm, eat the food.

He brought his hand up to his mouth, and it was as if something inside him shorted out. 

His brain switched off, all thoughts left his body. The only thing that mattered was the ectoplasm, the food, his hunger, god this tasted so nice. 

His world was green, and that was all he needed.

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“What’s wrong with me?” Danny cried. “Why can’t I stop?”

His hands were plastered in ectoplasm, and he could feel the sticky substance dripping down his suit, threading in his hair, smearing across his face.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Vlad said, hardly looking up from his paperwork on his desk. “You’re starving yourself.”

“But—but I don’t…” Danny collapsed in a chair and buried his head in his hands. 

“Daniel, really. I thought you were better than this pointless drivel.”

Danny shook his head. In a muffled voice, he whimpered, “Please, just tell me how to make this stop. I—I can’t stop. Please. I don’t want to be this monster.”

Vlad sighed and set down his pen. “Halfas have unique biologies in that due to the nature of our deaths, we have naturally powerful cores. The more powerful the ghost core, the more self-generating ectoplasm they can produce for their bodies, which then can offset any ectoplasm lost through daily functions. Like blood cells. Except, if you use more ectoplasm than your body can produce, it starts looking for other ways to replenish it. Typically for ghosts, the ambient ectoplasm in the Ghost Zone would do. But in the human world, there isn’t enough ambient ectoplasm for us to use, so we starve until our core takes matters into its own hands.”

“So, what. I have to move to the Ghost Zone? I don’t understand. Do you get like this?” Danny lifted his head up to see Vlad massaging his temples.

“Well unlike you, I’m not a complete moron who lets themselves get to the point where they can no longer control themselves.”

“But I don't want to do this! I don’t want to...to eat other ghosts.”

“Then don’t.” Vlad stood and yanked Danny through the floor and into his lab. He shoved Danny into the corner of the room. “Clean yourself up. I won’t have you dripping used ectoplasm all over my clean floors.”

Danny hung his head in a mixture of shock and shame as the hot water from the decontamination shower sprayed down on his body, washing the green stains from his suit onto the floor and down the drain.

Meanwhile, Vlad flitted around the lab, wasting no time in between plucking various tubes and files from their shelves to simultaneously berate Danny. “Really, Daniel, I know you’re an idiot but even you can’t be this appallingly stupid. There are many ways to consume ectoplasm that don’t involve tearing the cores out of your adversaries. Of course, if you continue to insist on being a toddler about your different biology then I have no doubt you’ll be back in this sorry state sooner than you can imagine.”

“Please, just tell me what to do.”

Vlad pulled out what appeared to be glowing green lettuce. “These are ectoplasmic vegetables. They grow in the Ghost Zone. I tend to prefer them with a nice cherry vinaigrette and paired with a glass of dry chardonnay. Do you understand, Daniel? The Ghost Zone is a parallel of the human dimension. If there are plants in the human world, there will also exist a variation of those plants in the Ghost Zone. You find the right ally, and you have your dinner.”

Danny stared dumbly at the plant. He’d only been to the Ghost Zone once before, when he was terrified his parents were getting divorced. And that trip had left him too scared to even think about going back.

“Where do you get yours from?” Danny asked.

Vlad put the lettuce back in the metal refrigerator. “Skulker. You know, my lackey? You may have heard of him.”

“Right.” Danny furrowed his brows. He couldn’t ask Skulker if he could have some of the plants—the ghost wanted to kill him. Again.

But he didn’t know anyone else who had ecto-plants either.

“I don’t know where I’d get them. I don’t know any ghosts.”

“Well, that seems like a personal problem.”

“Please!” Danny begged. “There has to be another way. I don’t know anyone! I can’t do this again. Please, Vlad.”

The true question was hidden underneath. But Danny knew what Vlad was going to say, and judging by Vlad’s vicious smirk, Danny’s assumptions were correct.

“Maybe if you stopped fighting your true nature, you wouldn’t have to beg for my food like a pathetic child.”

“Vlad, I—I don’t know what to do.”

Vlad transformed into his ghost form, his eyes glowing a harsh red against the dim light. “You may be a human, but you’re also a ghost. It’s time you started acting like one.”

He could feel it. His core, taunting him from under his skin. Telling him to give in, just trust it, trust his instincts.

But he couldn’t do it. He was scared, he didn’t understand why his instincts were telling him to act certain ways and do certain things. Why were the emotions of his friends and family suddenly so important to him? Why did he feel so compelled to play protector to the town? Why did he have to try to be so normal around Sam and Tucker?

Why couldn’t he go too long without transforming into his ghost form? Why did it feel like an addiction that was impossible to break?

What was wrong with him?

Give in, just give in. 

“I can’t.”

“You have to, Daniel.”

“But if I do that…”

“Then you’ll finally be admitting the truth of what you are. Why is that so wrong?”

Because I’m a ghost, ghosts are evil, ghosts are wrong, they shouldn’t exist, ghosts and humans don’t mix, ghosts are cruel creatures, they’re selfish, they’ll only act in their own self-interest.

But that was what his parents had told him. Was that true?

Did he know anything about ghosts?

Not really. Except for one, crucial thing:

Ghosts were different. 

Danny Fenton couldn’t be different.

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[omgpoorshelby]

Unsuspected Sights

Summary: Jimmy finally decides to tell his crush how he feels, but he finds her a bit... busy

Warnings: smut, masturbation, mutual masturbation, slight femdom themes, unprotected sex, not proof read :/

Jimmy stood outside your caravan, the sun had since set and hardly any people were still out. He contemplated just going to bed, but he had waited long enough and at night was the only time you were alone. Jimmy had been attracted to you ever since he had first seen you. You weren't a freak by any stretch, you were in fact quite beautiful, which is exactly why Elsa kept you around. You'd preform shitty little tarot card readings for kids and men who would toss money at you just for unbuttoning your top and giving them bedroom eyes, much to jimmy's silent dismay. You were incredibly open with your sexuality and seduced men for a living. Jimmy was no exception, except you didn't even have to try with him, his cheeks would flush whenever you looked at him. He had feelings for you and he finally decided to tell you. So he stood outside, still weighing his options. His large hand wrapped around the handle of your caravan door as he pushed it open. It didn't matter if you were busy or asleep, it had to be now, he had waited long enough... However the sight in front of him only further tested him.

You sat with your back pressed against the pillows of your bed. The straps of your nightdress slid down your shoulders and the hem was bunched up above your thighs. Your lips slightly parted, allowing shallow breathes to pass through them while your fingers gently rubbed your clit. Jimmy's eyes nearly popped out of his scull. Nothing on earth could have prepared him for this moment, seeing you touching yourself. He felt his cheeks heat up and his pants tighten almost simultaneously, he nearly passed out from all his blood rushing to two different places so quickly. If that didn't knock the air out of him, then you making eye contact with him certainly did.

"Can I help you with something?" you asked him with a little half smile, unfazed by his presence. He was shocked by how calm you were. You didn't freak out or throw anything at him, you didn't even stop touching yourself. It was as if he wasn't even there. "I um... I'm really sorry, I shoulda knocked," he mumbled out and tried not to look at you, he couldn't help but let a small nervous smile appear on his face. "It's alright, just tell me what you came for," you let out a soft little moan after you spoke, making Jimmy's cock twitch in his tight pants.

"I... well... uhm..." He couldn't help but stare at your cunt as you masturbated in front of him. You followed his gaze to your wet core and scoffed. "Jimmy, I'm a very busy girl. I barely get any time to myself, so you can't possibly expect me to take time away from my own personal activities for you," you told him, your other hand clenching the bedding under you and you switched the direction of your fingers on your clit.

"I-I know, I'm sorry," his words trembled when you let out another moan. "So tell me what you're here for baby." Jimmy sucked in a deep breath, "I like you..?" he admitted, worried for your answer and slightly confused by this whole situation. You just giggled at him, "no kidding! I've been waiting for you to say that, it's damn obvious." He let out a breathy nervous laugh in response, unsure of how to take that.

"You're pretty hard over there, aren't you?" you asked, biting on your bottom lip slightly. "well... yeah," his pink cheeks darkened again as he looked down at the bulge in his pants. "come here, without your clothes," you instructed him, taking your hand off of your cunt to pat the bed in front of you. He was a bit taken back, but he gladly started to strip for you. He made his way over and sat down across from you, relieved his cock was finally free from his unbearably tight pants. he was a decent size to say the least, and already leaking pre cum for you.

"What now, doll?" he asked you eagerly with a soft smirk on his face. "I want you to jerk off for me," you responded, letting your fingers come back to your clit. "Yes ma'am," his big hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock, beginning to pump himself immediately. "Have you ever thought about me while you pleasured yourself, Jimmy?" you hummed while rubbing yourself, shifting closer to him so that he was practically between your thighs. "Every time I do it," He grunted. His sounds turned you on so much, you were practically dripping on your silk sheets.

"I thought about you the whole time I was sitting here playing with myself, I thought about you rubbing little circles into my clit with those hands instead of my own," Your words made his dick twitch in his hand. "God... shit y-y/n," his voice came out thick with lust and need. You flicked your fingers over your sensitive clit faster as you watched him.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he groaned out, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as if his life depended on it. "Stop touching yourself," you ordered him, making him whine and hesitantly pull his hand off of his throbbing cock. Your fingers left your core again, as you leaned back into the pile of pillows and hiked up your nightdress even further. "I want you to fuck me," you smirked at him.

His hurriedly crawled on top of you without a second thought and positioned himself between your thighs. he'd dreamt about doing things like this with you, but he never thought it would happen, and much less tonight. "Should I-" "I'm no virgin Jimmy, go ahead," you interrupted him. He nodded his head before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you. He quickly began thrusting into you, making you moan out underneath him, he could've cum that very second. "F-fuck doll, I ain't gonna last long," Jimmy muttered timidly, in between his own sounds of pleasure. "as long as you don't cum before I do," you breathed out, letting your hands trail down his back.

He continued thrusting at a steady pace, his hands on either side of you as you wrapped your legs around him. "Ah!.. harder, Jimmy!" you moaned. He nodded again and started to pound into you more, making your toes curl. "Good boy," you panted into his ear. He shuddered, but continued to fuck you as he was told. Your hand slid down to his ass, digging your nails into the soft skin and making him groan louder. He thrusted as deep as he could, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your overwhelming orgasm took over your body. As soon as you cried out, Jimmy was hit with his own orgasm, "OH fuck y-y/N!"

He helped you ride out your high before pulling out and carefully falling against your chest, trying to regulate his breathing. "Jimmy?" you called with a satisfied smile on your face. He lifted his head up to look at you. "Yeah, doll?" you kissed him, barely letting him finish talking. "I like you too."

[gaysidneycrosby]

the time is here. i have actually written something for Thee stoner cas/tour guide dean destiel midwestern college AU. endless thanks to @pietacastiel for lots of help and inspiration and general clownery <3 

this is some of the first non-academic writing of done (and definitely the first i’ve shared) since i was in like middle school, so hopefully i’ve improved since my days of writing stories in the back of my math notebook when i was 12.

content note: recreational drug use (marijuana)

dean and castiel have been hanging out for a few months now. cas is a weirdo, but dean kind of really likes it. also: dean has freckles and cas is fascinated.

“I think I’m done,” Dean mutters, handing the bowl back to Cas. He’d probably never admit it out loud, because Cas makes fun of him for it enough as is, but he still doesn’t have much of a tolerance for this stuff. He stares at the curtain for a minute, a little bit mesmerized as it sways in the breeze from the open window. He’s never quite able to describe what it feels like when he’s been smoking, like the world is going in slow-motion and super speed all at once. Completely normal things seem strange all of a sudden, and...but, no, that’s not quite...ugh. Dean shakes himself out of his reverie and leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes until he hears a soft noise and looks to see Cas turned towards him. 

Cas peers at him and tilts his head, eyes squinting like he’s trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle. Somehow the guy manages to be even more intense while he’s high, if that’s possible--his stare pins Dean in place even as it makes his heart stutter in his chest with the need to run away or punch Cas or something. Dean coughs uncomfortably.

“Uh,” he chuckles, “I got something on my face?”

Cas’s eyes flick up to meet Dean’s, and Dean realizes that Cas hadn’t actually been looking in his eyes before. Jesus, the dude’s eyes are stupid blue. He rolls his eyes and Dean’s question is ignored in favor of continuing to stare at...well, something on his face, Dean guesses. Cas hasn’t smoked that much and he can handle a lot more than Dean, though; he’s just kind of like that all the time. It’d weirded Dean out at first and kinda still does, but he’s used to it. He carefully doesn’t look too closely at the way it makes him feel to have Cas focus so much of his attention on him.

Cas continues to look, and finally Dean breaks. “No, seriously, dude, what is it?” 

Cas meets his gaze again, eyes piercing. “You have freckles,” he says solemnly, the couple of hits he’d taken off the bowl making his voice even more gravelly than it usually is. 

“I...have freckles.” Dean raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Okay?”

“They’re very interesting,” Cas confirms. He leans in so their faces are only a few inches apart. Dean swallows. “Some are more prominent and others are much more transparent. It’s like they’re in layers. They’re very close to your skin color so I didn’t notice them immediately.”

“...Right,” Dean mutters. His skin feels somehow like there’s a low-grade current running through it. “Thanks?”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” Cas says absently. From anyone else, Dean would be insulted, but by now he knows that’s just Cas’ weird way of talking. Cas bites his lip and squints even harder for a moment before huffing a sigh. Dean feels the puff of air on his cheek. 

He swallows again. His mouth feels dry. “What?”

“There are too many.” Cas looks genuinely distressed. “I can’t...They blend together too much in some places, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep an accurate count.” 

“It’s, uh, it’s okay, man. They’re not going anywhere.” Cas nods gravely, like the reassurance is important, and Dean can’t suppress a smile. Cas is a fucking weirdo, and like, crazy intense sometimes, but he’s also--he’s just a cool dude to be around. Dean never really knows what to expect, whether Cas is going to touch his shoulder and scold him for thinking too poorly of himself or threaten to egg Dean’s car if Dean doesn’t drive him forty-five minutes away to the nearest Dunkin Donuts at 10:30pm on a Tuesday. Being around Cas feels different, too. Dean is somehow both ridiculously tense and more comfortable than he ever feels around anyone else. Still, strange as it may be, Cas is a good buddy, and Dean’s kind of stupidly fond of him. 

Dean realizes that he and Cas have been staring at each other in silence with this dumb smile on Dean’s face for long enough that it’s probably strange. He starts to turn away but Cas catches him with a gentle hand on his cheek and he leans into the touch involuntarily. For such a little guy, Cas has big hands. Soft, too. Dean realizes that his hand must have come up instinctively to hold onto Cas’ forearm. Not gripping tightly, just--anchoring there. Dean feels simultaneously high out of his mind and stone-cold sober.

Cas hums, thumb brushing over Dean’s jawline. 

A beat. 

“They’re more concentrated on your nose,” Cas rumbles. He uses the hand on Dean’s face to turn him to the left a little bit.

“What, looking for constellations?” Dean smiles cheekily, trying to distract himself from the sound of blood rushing in his ears and his shallow breaths. 

Cas tilts his head and squints at Dean. Again. “They’re freckles, not stars. There’s certainly no discernable pattern,” he says, with an undercurrent of judgment, as if Dean should know this already.  Ugh. Endearing little fucker.

The hand on Dean’s face shifts, and Cas’ fingertips just barely skim Dean’s skin as he drops his hand. It’s probably just his imagination, but it feels like Dean’s skin tingles where Cas had been touching it. Dean lets go of Cas’ arm.

There’s another moment’s pause where Cas seems to sway closer and Dean can feel his breath on his cheek once again.

“I want raisins.”

Dean blinks, then blinks some more. “You want raisins,” he parrots. 

“Yes.” Cas doesn’t deign to elaborate before he’s up and off the bed, walking out the door presumably to retrieve said raisins from the kitchen.

All of Dean’s breath leaves him in a gust once Cas is out of the room. That was...something. He moves to sit up more against the wall, then startles and glances down at his crotch and realizes that at some point during that interaction he’d gotten hard. Huh. Well, he rationalizes to himself, most of the time when he’s that close to someone it’s a chick he’s about to have sex with, and his body just doesn’t know any better. Weird, but no big deal. Obviously it doesn’t mean anything, since Cas is a dude. 

Dean slumps against the pillows, eyes feeling a little heavy. Cas won’t mind if he dozes a little. He’s done it before--once the first wave of the high hits him, unless he smokes more, Dean tends to get really sleepy. He smiles to himself. Cas is so cool. What a weird little dude, is his last coherent thought before he drifts off.

[midoriyas-wifey]

Going for a Ride

Pairing: Shoto x fem! reader

Rating: E

Summary: shoto is an insatiable little prick and decides to pound y/n out in the front seat of his car. pure pwp

Word count: 1.3k

“I need to fuck you,”

The soda Y/N had purchased back at the gas station a few miles previous sprayed out of her mouth in shock.

“You what,” She rasped, wiping her lips and looking at him. He didn’t even glance over, ever the picture of nonchalance. His eyes remained fixed on the road, as if he hadn’t spoken at all.

Shoto shrugged, finally peering over at her. “Yeah, you look hot right now, and I want to fuck. What wasn’t clear?”

It was true, she wasn’t wearing her typical attire due to the heat. It was the middle of the summer and they were taking a road trip Vegas per her request (begging for 2 months). It was hot, miserably so; and so she was wearing a tank top with tiny spandex shorts. Not very smart considering she could feel her thighs sticking to the car seat.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

He started to slow down and pull over on the side of the deserted road. After pulling to a stop, he turned to her, a look of salacious hunger on his face. Shoto then took the liberty of unbuckling her still-in-shock form, tugging on her arm to try and get her attention.

“Y/N, please?”

This immediately broke her out of her trance, not used to hearing that word from him. Deciding to just go with it, which seemed to be a common theme in their relationship, she rolled her shoulders and swung her thigh over him, sitting astride his obvious bulge

His hands came up and gripped her hips then trailed down, squeezing her round ass and thighs. She rolled her hips, sensually dipping forward and down. Shoto let out a faint groan with a murmured, “Shit, such a good girl.”

His hands snap the elastic waistband of her (barely qualifying as) shorts. A sharp icicle juts from his hand, slicing through her bottoms with practiced expertise. She still had her shirt on, which she planned on keeping that way, just in case anyone tried to get an eyeful.

Shoto didn't bother to remove her panties, pushing them to the side and stroking a finger over her slowly-glossing slit before shallowly slipping it inside of her little cunny. She shuddered from the coolness of his finger, a sharp contrast to her hot insides. One red brow rose, a ghost of a smirk creeping up his gorgeous face.

“For someone who was resisting, you sure are wet,”

“Quit being a smug bastard and dick me down already!” she huffed, not liking being called out one bit.

“As you command, Y/N.”

He reached to the fly of his pants, unbuttoning them and letting his dick spring free. He stroked his dick over her clit several times before lining himself up with her. He slowly pressed the thick head to her soft lips. Shoto shallowly thrusted up into her, letting his head pop in. Her face flickered between pleasure and frustration, a cute pout on her mouth. Y/N tried to push her hips down, but she was no match against his steel grip keeping her in place.

“Is there something you want to tell me,Y/N?” His smirk spread to a full blown shark grin, all teeth, eyes glittering with lust. A rare sight for anyone but his dirty little girl.

He had her soft body completely under his giant hands’ control, despite her being on top. She would move how he wanted her to and when he wanted her to. He continued his sluggish and shallow pace, relishing every second of her torment. Needless to say, Shoto could be a sadistic son of a bitch. Her panting and squirming became more apparent after a minute or two of this treatment.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you need this dick to

destroy my sweet little pussy,” He spoke sinfully against her ear. Arrogant prick.

Despite him talking like this every time they fucked, her face filled with a rush of blood and heat. She whined, not wanting to submit to him. Both of them knew that it was in vain, as his self control far outweighed her own.

“Give in little girl, I can do this all day.”

A pathetic whine escaped her throat before she whimpered, “Please…”

He finally pulled her down onto him, seating himself so deeply she could feel his balls against her ass and head squishing against her cervix. Y/N flinched slightly and squirmed from the almost too-full sensation. Meanwhile, Shoto couldn’t be happier; in her attempt to accommodate him, her little cunny was flexing and fluttering around his cock like mad.

Her deep sigh let him know that she had adjusted, and he was free to continue. Her hands came up and gripped his shoulders for stability.

His hands still held a firm grip on her hips, grinding her clit against him, just enough to keep her stimulated but not anywhere near satisfied. “Please what?” he breathed, watching her eyelids flutter.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” She whined.

He chuckled, one hand coming up to cup her chin in affection. Another pout took over her lips, his condescending display was enough to let her know what he thought. Her head tipped back in resignation.

“Shoto, please fuck me,” She mumbled.

He bucked up harshly once, twice, and then stopped again. She squealed from the sudden movement, almost tipping backwards. “C’mon Y/N, you can do better than that.” Shoto was now rocking gently with the intent of driving her crazy, of that she was sure. Slick noises were now filling the car, turning her face even hotter than before.

“Listen to that Y/N, I can hear what my pretty little pussy wants, all you have to do is say it and mean it.” He made it sound so easy. God, her whole body was burning; she couldn’t handle this.

“Fucking damn it Shoto! I want you to fuck me so hard we make this car rock!” She cried, grinding down on him for dear life.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he purred.

His hips immediately picked up a harsh pace while simultaneously bringing her hips down on him, the messy sounds filling the car along with her punctured breaths and girlish ‘ah ah ahs’. He was hitting all the best places inside her, it was so overwhelming. She could feel a wail tearing up her throat, one she couldn't hold back even if she wanted to. He released one of her hips to bring down his fingers to torment her poor puffy clit. Her thighs and stomach were quivering, her whole body jolting from the white hot tension building in her gut. It pooled up like magma, both far too fast and not nearly quick enough. The coil finally- blessedly snapped, sending heat and pleasure roaring through every vein in her body. After thoroughly creaming on his dick, she slumped forward, fully resting on him. Her heart was racing and she was breathing heavily, like she had just run a race.

She flinched and squirmed, feeling too full and sensitive after how intense her climax was. Her eyelids fluttered, a small whimper escaping her at Shoto’s unrelenting pummeling of her sloppy insides.

“Please,” She slurred breathlessly, “Can’ take any more, s’too much” He paused his hips, as if considering her request.

Shoto’s hand stroked over her hair, pulling it back and exposing her throat. He pressed his lips to her neck, grinning against her. She could feel his teeth against her, like that of a predator waiting to bite. He raised her up ever so slowly on his dick, before plunging her back down with all his might, the wet smack of skin meeting skin deafening in her ears as her breath got pushed from her lungs.

“Little girl, I'm not even close to being done with you.”

@shorkbrian

[mergeman]

My New Ride

Five more months, that’s all I have left as Jack.  He’s been such a delicious host; his spectral energy has sated me for the last four years. Now what was once a spectrum has diluted into muted primary colors that no longer satisfy my hunger.  Don’t get me wrong I also give something back, not all the energy I consume is used; the shit leftover can be used to physically influence the host.  

Take Jacky boy here, when I first met him, he was a senior in college.  Just another average evangelical, toss a penny anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line and it will hit one.  To the outsider Jacky presented as a timid, underweight, nerd, but I saw the kaleidoscope of energies that infused his being.  So, I took him, fed on those scrumptious auroras, then used the waste to build his body.  The consumption of his empathy, patience and humility causes massive changes to the psyche. Now Jack is a narcissistic but charming asshole willing to screw anyone over just to advance his lot.

I couldn’t be any prouder of the man I created, but all good things must end.  If I corrupt his essence any further, it will intertwine with mine causing us to become one.  So, to keep living I started to scope out my options.  Unfortunately, not much is available in the business world, the humans here are naturally corrupt themselves without any undue influence. As a passenger searching was difficult, Jack only hung out with petty sycophants who boosted his already enormous ego.  I was getting despondent with each passing day, every person Jack encountered was woefully inept and would not be able to sustain me for long.  I was so depressed that I almost missed the new neighbor that bought a condo in the same building as my penthouse.  He was perfect!  A full prism of colors radiated off this specimen, and to top it off he was easy on the mortal eyes as well.  

 Starvation was overwhelming me; I hadn’t fed in seven weeks and I knew that this new subject would be my next host.  My hunger even affected Jack; he had become infatuated with this new tenant to the point of stalking him.  Jack used his influence to dig up information on the new tenant, soon he had his name (Xylon), age (32), career (Charity Organizer), and even which gym he frequented. With this material he started to integrate himself into Xylon’s life, first ‘casually’ meeting him at the gym and becoming buddies, then later he got Xylon a contract to work with the charity division of his firm.  My time with Jack was soon to expire, to make the jump both subjects should be naked and ideally in physical contact.  The one big hurdle was that Xylon came with a long-term boyfriend, Jack though was not deterred by this, he wanted Xylon, and Jack always gets his way.  After pulling a few strings, Xylon showed up at our penthouse bemoaning that he had found evidence of his boyfriends’ infidelity. I could feel Jack’s malicious glee that the anonymous texts had worked.  Seizing the unexpected opportunity, he invited Xylon inside and offered him a drink, then another, then another.  Jack was taken aback when Xylon looked into his eyes and started to kiss him deeply without any prompting.  

Sexual energy infused Jack as Xlyon’s hand unbuckled his pants, slipped past his underwear to grab Jack’s hardening cock.  Clothing became a burden to both men as they stumbled to the master suit.  Xylon took dominance of Jack as he flipped the smaller man on his back, I could feel the steel like appendage enter through my hosts ass.  I began the unpleasant process of unlinking my essence and prepping the transference.  Slowly I send a tendril of myself to Xylon reaching for his nourishing spectrum. The tendril developed tiny barbs so I could hook into my newest host.  My anticipation had so overwhelmed me that I didn’t notice the other presence.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Both I and Them quickly tried to retreat into our original hosts.   Only it was to late, our energies had already stared to intermingle.  Memories from my counterpart were bombarding me, I could feel myself loose definition as They and I were becoming one entity.  I didn’t want to cease, I wanted to live, I wanted to feed, I wanted my new host.  A rush of power came upon me and I channeled it into separating us. I could feel them also trying to retreat, our molecules started to unbind one by one as they and I went back to the safety of our original hosts.  I was almost completely free when a new horror presented itself, in my panic I had consumed more of Jack’s corrupted soul, but I had taken to much. I was out of time with nowhere to go, Jack’s spectrum was now consuming me, and in my lapsed attention the linking to my counterpart regained strength.  

Xylon was still pounding Jack’s ass, both were consumed with orgasmic bliss that they didn’t notice the physical ramifications of the internal struggle.  It started at the feet where each man’s ankles were touching, the skin liquefied and started to swirl together.  Sinew and cartilage detached as bones broke apart two masses of distorted flesh now supported the unaware men.  The tissue started to twist and bloat as broken pieces of bone fused together to create a new more powerful appendage.  The process crept up their legs, the fibers of the calves weaving together into a more robust muscle.  

As the knee joint disintegrated and the nerves laid bare, They and I were using the last of our conscious effort to take our host’s excruciating pain and turn it towards pleasure.  Neither man had yet to notice that from the thigh down they were one.  More flesh melted as their pelvises were pulverized, Xylon’s cock pushed through the molten tissue and into Jack’s cock, stretching the sensitive gland like an overused condom.  With each thrust of their fused hips the cock grew longer and girthier until the swollen, purple, mushroom head burst forth from the newly created foreskin.

A line of angry pink skin arose on Xylon, starting just above his merged cock and traveled upwards to the base of his neck.  The flesh started to part opening wider as his abs and pectorals were bisected.  Knowing the panic that the sight would cause We/They/I increased Xylon’s pleasure centers while simultaneously turning off his ocular nerve.  The chest split through the sternum and the rib bones could be seen, as the cavity opened up like a giant maw.  Jack’s arms were supporting him on the bed as the jaw like flesh wrapped around his torso enclosing them together.  The internal organs made sickening squelching noises as each one found its companion.  Jack’s spine detached itself wormed its way around the confusion of biofluids until it found its other half.  Vertebrae unlinked with the sound of breaking branches as the two exposed nervous clusters found each other and became one.  A singular spine reforged stronger and longer than what came before.  

Where the shoulders met a bubbling mass of epidermis, muscle tissue and bone were coalescing into broad boulders that could support any weight.  Four hands found the newly created cock and started to tug in tandem as the biceps and triceps lacerated and rejoined their strength.  Fingers and thumbs melted into one another, the liquid state not lasting as new sturdier digits replaced them.  Lastly their heads became like viscous slime becoming featureless as they flowed into one another.  I could feel the moment that their minds touched, Jack and Xylon were suddenly thrust back into the reality of the situation.  Awareness of I/They/We flooded them as they realized that these were the last few moments.  I could feel Jack’s Anger/Regret/Sadness as recognition of what I had done invaded his mind.  I also felt Xylon’s innate Hostility/Sorrow/Grief as what They had taken dawned on him.  In their last precious moments both men were having identity crises as the WE pulled us all into ONE.

 My first sensation was that of my hands gently stroking the giant shaft between my legs.  Opening my eyes, I surveyed the damage, unused blood, bone, and strips of flesh covered the bedroom. Not perturbed at the grizzly sight I kept pleasuring myself with one hand while the other inspected my new nipples by giving each a slight pinch.  A deep moan escaped my lips, sexual energy coursed through my new body.  Abs tensed and my cock shuddered before releasing a torrent of cum that merged with the other fluids staining the room.

Satiated for the moment I became aware of a chime that indicated someone was at the door.  I grabbed a towel to clean myself off then headed down the hall.  Looking through the peephole I saw Xylon’s boyfriend Fitz standing there with a worried expression. Slightly annoyed I decided to open the door before Fitz could ring again.  The poor twink of man started to say something but stopped as he took in the sight of my naked visage.  I was shocked as well, for without the glass impediment I was able to see Fitz’s spectrum.  A deep need filled me, not the hunger of the entities but something just as primal.  Acting on instinct I grabbed the slack jawed younger man and pulled him into my lair.  He started to protest but my mouth sealed him shut, picking him up I shoved him face first against the wall with one hand while the other pulled down his pants and underwear.  My cock was hard and leaking pre as I began to spread his cheeks.  With one swift movement I lifted the slight man up and impaled him on my throbbing member.  I grunted as my cock took on most of his weight thrusting him up and down.  I could hear him whimper as his face scraped against the wall, anything Xylon had felt had died with him, now all I wanted was fulfill this gnawing need.  My balls churned and tensed, and I let out an animalistic roar as my seed shot out of me and flooded his intestines.  

Lowering the hapless simpering man to the ground I could see a dark spot of corruption sprout within his spectrum.  The darkness branched out touching each color while the living semen inside of Fritz entered his blood stream and spread throughout his body.  The metaphysical and physical corruption reached his head at the same time, it was like a new room opened inside my mind.  Suddenly I was connected to Fitz and he to me, he became an extension of myself. I looked into his eyes and found myself staring back in wonder.  He/me slowly got to his feet only for another surprise to become apparent.  My seed had not only connected us but had upgraded his body type from “twink” to twunk.  The newly minted man approached me as He/I started to worship my body, Fitz/me asked only one question.

“What should I call you?”

“In public call me Jaxon. In private call me Master”

[enbyprentiss]

Little brat

Genre: Smut, pure filth, zero plot

Pairing: Hotch x Reid

Warnings: Sub!Spencer, Dom!Hotch, Spencer in panties and makeup, bratty Spence, spanking, penetrative sex, degradation, daddy kink, some praise, slight aftercare, oral (male receiving obviously), face fucking, and I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything!

(and no @sparklinspence, if you’re reading this, i REFUSE to incorporate Hotch’s supposed foot fetish)

Also, Hayley does not exist in this story because that woman deserved so much better. And instead, she got murdered. Yes, I am still salty about it and no, I will never forgive the writers for that.

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Spencer liked being a good boy. He lived to please. However, he loved being a brat even more. He always looked forward to things that were supposed to be punishments. He liked Hotch to yell at him. Tell him what a dirty boy he is. He liked being fucked like a bitch. So, he planned on being the biggest brat today. 

It started when Aaron called him in for a case. And instead of telling him that he’d be there within 20 minutes like he usually did, “What if I don’t?”

“Spencer...”, he warned. 

“What? What are you going to do?”, he always knew just how to push Aaron’s buttons. 

“If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to terminate you.”

“You would never.”, and even though he couldn’t see Spencer, he still had a smug look on his face. 

“I better see you in the next 30 minutes.”

Reid huffed, crossing his arms and hanging up the phone. He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed, putting on the pair of panties he knew drove Aaron crazy and quite possibly the tightest pants he owns so that Hotch would be the only one who would recognize the outline.

When he arrived at the office, his eyes flicked straight up to Hotch’s office. And god, just looking at him made his pants become just a little tighter. He had to strategically pull his satchel closer to his body, quickly seating himself and tucking his legs completely under the round table. Spencer purposely made sure that the seat next to him would be empty. And, of course, Aaron took the opportunity to sit next to his young lover. At first, it was just a sweet gesture that wouldn’t expose their relationship to the rest of the team. The problem only arose when Reid placed his hand on the older mans thigh while JJ presented the local case. As his hand traveled farther up slowly, Hotch could simply not wrap his head around how Spencer was possibly this turned on at 10:00 AM. Regardless, he knew Spencer’s little game and grabbed his wrist, wrapping his much larger hand around it as a subtle warning. He watched as his face turned a light shade of pink, and he obeyed for now. But not for long.

The team spilt up, half of them in the field and half of them staying back to work from the bullpen, which left Aaron and Spencer alone in an SUV. Spencer took this opportunity to act up further, he leaned over the console, kissing Aaron’s neck gently before moving to open mouthed kisses. He would’ve left it at that if it wasn’t for the apparent bulge in Aaron’s pants. He rubbed him over his slacks the best he could before Hotch broke his trance. 

“What has gotten into you today, Spencer?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he shrugged and smiled in faux innocence. 

“Oh, so you want to be a filthy little brat today? We’ll have to fix that later.”

Spencer didn’t respond, just squirmed in his seat, fantasizing about all the possibilities of what awaited him. And luckily for him, the case was solved pretty quickly. The unsub stabbed random people repeatedly on the street, the only thing is he did every 27 minutes on the dot and was extremely sloppy, making his fairly easy to catch. Though, Spencer still managed to slip in some more trouble-making behavior. When they weren’t actively trying to put the profile together, he spent time flirting with both the male and female officers but only when he knew when Aaron was watching. Of course, Aaron noticed and it only made his blood boil more. 

When they got back to the BAU, he pulled Reid into his office, demanding that he follow him to his apartment. And he obviously wasn’t going to deny, this was what he wanted all day. 

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As soon as they burst through to the door to Aaron’s apartment, their lips met in a heated kiss. Spencer licked against Aaron’s bottom lip, but he quickly gained dominance over the kiss. He moved to kiss down the younger mans jaw and the exposed parts of his neck, making Reid whimper.

“Such a desperate little slut. Go to the bedroom and strip. And you better not be touching yourself when I get in there.”

Spencer nodded, now ready to obey every word that was said to him. He stripped of all of his clothing, leaving them in a crumpled pile as he rushed to sit on the bed. Aaron waltzed around his apartment for roughly 10 minutes just to tease his lover, and he only entered the bedroom when he could hear him audibly whining. He pulled the frail figured man over his lap silently, palming over his ass gently. 

“Do you know why you’re being punished, baby?”

“No, daddy.”, Spencer shook his head the best he could with a small pout on his face. 

Aaron landed a harsh smack across Spencer’s ass, “Really? Because I think this is exactly what you wanted. Teasing me all day, wearing this pretty pink little panties. You’re just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”, he landed another hard smack.

“Mmhf! Yes, daddy!”

“Count for me. And that’s the only thing I want to hear from you, since you were such a bad boy today.”

Spencer whined anyway, which only earned him more spankings, each harder than the last. Eventually, he had counted all the way up to 25 with tears in his eyes and a few slipping down his cheeks. Aaron helped him sit back up, wiping some of the mascara stained tears away.

“T-thank you, daddy.”, he sniffled.

“Oh, sweetheart, you really think I’m done with you. Get on your knees.”

Spencer scrambled to get in position in eagerness. He rubbed up the older mans thighs, and he expected to be pushed away since he didn’t ask for permission, but instead Aaron was focused on ridding of his pants.

“Since you want my cock so bad, you’re gonna let daddy fuck your face, ok?”

He muttered a small ‘Mhm’ while nodding his head with an excited smile. Aaron lifted his hips into Spencer’s awaiting mouth, immediately hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. But Spencer relished in every action Hotch made, pushing his head down by his light brown curls and then pulling him back up so he could focus on just the tip, swirling his tongue around and over his slit. 

“You love this don’t you, brat?”, Hotch groaned as Spencer’s throat tightened around him and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, confirming Aaron’s suspicions wordlessly. He continued pushing the younger mans head down roughly, watching more tears fall down his cheeks and watching how perfectly his plush pink lips wrapped around his tip. As Spencer licked down the prominent vein on the underside of Aaron’s cock, he felt the warm white liquid shoot down his throat, gladly swallowing all of it.

“Let me see.”, Hotch demanded. Spencer opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue slightly, revealing that he truly did swallow all of his lovers cum, “Good boy.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up at the praise as he bounced on his knees slightly, “Fuck me now, daddy?”

The dark haired man sat in front of him, acting as if he was pondering the idea, “Fine, get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He moved frantically to get in position as Aaron retrieved the lube from his not-so-hidden drawer. He kissed down Spencer’s spine while applying a generous amount of the substance to his fingers. He continued planting soft kisses wherever he could reach, slowly pushing one finger into Spencer, making him yelp.

“Oh, daddy!”, Aaron took that as a good sign, pushing another finger into him, scissoring them to stretch his boy further. 

“W-want your cock instead, daddy.”, he whined. 

“I don’t know. Can you take it?”

“Yes! Let me show you, daddy, please!”

“Ok, baby, give daddy one second.”, he answered, applying a fair amount of lube to his cock.

Aaron put both his hands around Spencer’s petite waist, pushing into him slowly, making his sub moan out shamelessly. He hadn’t even pushed fully in as Spencer began to squirm and arch his back. 

“Mm, so big, daddy!”

“Oh, come on, baby. I know you can take it.”

Spencer’s hands balled up in the sheets, scrunching up his face while simultaneously begging Hotch for more. Eventually, he had pushed all the way into Spencer, setting a ruthless pace knowing he liked it rougher. 

Spencer’s moans quickly devolved into little ‘Thank you, daddy’, and mindless babbling. 

“Aw, look at you, baby. I fucked my little genius dumb.”, he groaned. He reached around to stroke Spencer’s cock, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Fills me so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby. So tight and warm for daddy. Such a good boy.”

“Oh, oh, oh! Can I cum please, daddy?!”

“Go ahead, sweet boy, cum all over my hand.”, as soon as he was given permission, he came all over Hotch’s hand and his own tummy. 

Aaron continued slamming his hips into Spencer’s, making him whine from the overstimulation. He pushed his hips so much harder than before, releasing as Spencer tightened around him, “Oh! You make daddy cum so hard, baby.”

“T-thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby.”, he pulled out slowly and began to walk away.

“W-wait! Will you um--”

“Will I what, baby?”

“W-will you plug me up. Want to keep the mess in.”

“I don’t know if you’ve earned that much of a reward.”, he said, cracking a rare smile.

“Please! I promise I’ll be good, daddy!”

Of course, Aaron knew this was a lie, he was bound to act up again but he simply couldn’t deny when Spencer looked at him with those signature puppy dog eyes. He pulled one of Spencer’s favorite plugs out of the drawer and slipped it slowly into him as Reid’s hips bucked up involuntarily, placing a soft kiss to his lips. 

“I’m going to get some clean pajamas for us, ok? I’ll be right here, baby.”

Spencer nodded with a small pout. Aaron handed him his favorite pair of pajama pants as he went to get him a glass of water. He reluctantly took a few sips before placing it against the night stand. Aaron got into the bed next to him, pulling Spencer close, knowing that he needs skin to skin contact after scenes like that. 

Reid fell into the spell of sleep first and Aaron watched how his chest rose and fell slowly while brushing through his soft locks before burying his head closer to Spencer and falling asleep himself.

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Innocence

Innocence

Summary: Hotch and Spencer sex awoogah from this ask !!

Pairing: (Dom!Aaron Hotchner x Sub!Spencer Reid)

Category: smut

Word Count: 2k but actually 1.9k

Warnings: boner control? is that the same as orgasm control? and orgasm control, daddy kink, degradation, wet dreams, anal fingering, mentions of oral, spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, corruption kink,

...

Sun peeks gently through Aaron's apartment window just enough for him to wake up smoothly and keep innocent Spencer asleep. Spencer curled into a ball on his side when they went to bed, but somehow, through the night, he wound up tucked tightly in Hotchner's arms.

The older man looked down at, the younger, so tucked away and innocent, his chest rising slowly from a deep sleep and exhaling quietly almost on display for him. He takes a moment to bask in the innocence raying off of him before he feels him shift his leg over his own.

Something nudges Aaron's leg under the bedspread, and Hotch already knows what it is when he sees the smile form on Spencer's face. He's still asleep; otherwise, he'd know better than to tease him like that; feeling his excitement brush against him even so faintly still made blood rush through Aaron's veins.

...

He feels nice enough this morning; he lets the boy continue to sleep, at least a little longer, before he can hear soft whimpers coming from his throat. His leg wraps tighter around Aaron's, and his hips start to move involuntarily.

Fire erupts in Aaron's stomach, and his own body starts following Spencer's. The young man's moans growing louder and hungrier before his eyes start to flutter open, immediately staring up into Hotch's waiting for him.

"Good morning." He stutters out in his groggy, tired voice. Aaron isn't sure he knows what's going on until Spencer starts to shift, and he feels himself slightly. His face shifts from tired to alert, and Hotch looks smug and admirable down on him. He watches Spencer's lips quiver before deciding to tease him softly.

Aaron's hand drifts down to below Spencer's waistband, gently pressing his fingers on the skin just above his sensitivity. "What did you dream about?" He whispers out; the words don't hit Spencer immediately; he's still sleepy and slightly concerned about what Hotch is doing.

Unhappy with his silence Hotch pushes his hand further down, grabbing Spencer's small cock in his hand; he'd forced himself to compose himself when he realized how Hotch would punish him if he didn't, so the hardness he was looking for turned back to the cute soft Spencer Reid.

His head turned to his side cockily (pun very much intended), much to Spencer's fear, "Oh, but you were so excited just a minute ago," He teases before reaching for something under their shared bed. His eyes widen, anticipating what of their toy collection he could pull out, and he was dissatisfied when he brought out his pink chastity cage.

Aaron smiled, though; he loved the face Spencer made waiting for him. He looked so sweet with the innocent eyes and slightly open mouth, practically begging to be corrupted.

Hotch shoved off the duvet revealing Spencer's tiny body; he slid his big hands to Spencer's panties, gently pulling them down while keeping eye contact. This drove him crazy. He felt he was going to explode from such desire. How he watched his boyfriend slowly drag his punishment of chastity toying with him so feverishly. He could tell as much as he was slowly teasing him; he wanted nothing more than to speed up and take him roughly.

After he'd slipped Spencer into his chastity, he made Spencer thank him. His voice ringing in his ears, so softly and gentle. Such a sweet voice he'd love to make scream. He'd fucking live to hear him moan, shove his face into a pillow to try and stop himself, but he could still hear him calling his name.

"Aaron! Aaron!"

He slid back up the bed to sit next to Spencer, the smaller boy curling into his self-soothing ball. "I asked what you dreamed about." Hotch was demanding him this time; he could hear it in his voice which made Spencer's weak. "I- I was just-" He stammers out before he noticed where his hands were. Aaron's fingertips were gently gliding down his skin to his abdomen, then past his legs to his bottom, barely ghosting his hole.

"Tell me." He cooed in his ear, less demand in his voice but just enough to ignite a small fear. Not the bad kind he spent hours of his time trying to deal with, but the good anticipation of something sweet. As sweet as he could describe what he knew Hotch would later do to him.

"I was dreaming about you." He whispers out, both of their faces having spent time inching closer and closer until this point where they were basically almost kissing. Hotch nods slightly, urging him to go on.

Spencer hesitates, mainly because his throat urges out another moan instead of the words he desperately wants. Hotch had just glided two of his big fingers deep inside of him. Spencer swallows the lump in his throat before whimpering again, "You were, you-"

"Spit it out."

Hotch's hands, the very ones he had just used to delicately remove Spencer's panties, collided with, and in, him aggressively. One hand slapped Spencer straight across the face, the other curled inside his tight ass.

He did his best to subdue the groan he wanted to let out instead of starting to ramble, "I was on my knees!" He shrieks out. Hotch's eyes raise, "You were sucking me off?" He smiles deviously. Spencer nods with a 'yes-daddy.'

Hotch's fingers start moving instead of Spencer just warming them, "You're so desperate you got hard just thinking about it, huh?" He whispers before placing his lips delicately on Spencer's. Spencer nods with another affirmation before Aaron's fingers exit him fiercely.

He gets on his knees quickly to pull Spencer's limp body like a rag-doll. "Hands and knees." He demands, Spencer following orders adamantly, sticking his bottom up in the air, relishing in the weight of his cage, pulling on his dick enough to feel good but not enough for him to get off.

He pulls out a small towel under Spencer, causing him to widen his eyes at thinking how messy they would get.

Aaron watched his cock absently twitch for a while before striking Spencer's ass, hard and loud. Spencer knew not to make any noise this time, understanding the punishment if he didn't take his spankings like a good boy.

"Did you deserve this?" He groans out, Spencer, quick to answer.

"Yes!"

Another smack.

"Y-Yes, Daddy!"

"Good boy," he coos, shaking his ass under his hand, a bright pink print forming on Spencer's pale skin. "Do you know why I'm punishing you?" Another smack echoed through their bedroom. "Because I was a whore!" Spencer cries from his hands covering his mouth; small moans were barely incoherent.

"Yes, you were," Hotch starts before feverishly drawing out more spankings, Spencer loving every second of it.

"A dumb whore who dreams of my cock."

Spencer can't hold back his whines now once he feels Aaron's hard cock press right against the curve of his red ass. "Is that what you're so desperate for? You need my cock this bad?" Spencer lifts his head, trying his best to speak but only small whispers coming out. "Yes, daddy."

His boyfriend's sweet voice puts a smile on his face, so frail and weak from his torture; he leans down to unlock Spencer's chastity. "You know what you did?" He asks, "Yes, daddy!" He almost shrieks, excited and so fucking desperate. "You won't do it again?" Another affirmation.

When Aaron undoes the lock, he's immediately surprised how fast Spencer could form an erection and such a pretty one at that. Spencer's cock grew pink and flushed red at the tip, the adamant gradient clashing with his pale skin so perfectly. As Hotch starts losing his controlling state, Spencer stays quick to keep himself on track; not wanting to suffer more punishment.

"Can I cum?"

"As much as you want."

On-demand he ejaculates all over their set towel with a loud "Oh!" Hotch smiles and starts to ease his already leaking cock into Spencer's open hole. The feeling of being filled simultaneously as his climax is almost too much for him to cum again on that spot.

He eases inch by inch to coax as long of an orgasm out of Spencer he could get. When he finally bottoms out inside of him, Spencer shrieks his name with such gusto Hotch nearly cums right after him.

"Fuck! Aaron!"

He nearly pulls out, only to slam just as deep and much harder into his tight hole, another shriek coming out of the small boy under him. He eats every single noise he makes only to fuel harsher movements. Every thrust had Spencer whining and whimpering.

"Oh! O-o-oh! D-d-daddy!"

His speed eventually faltered, sweat building on both of them rapidly before Hotch notices Spencer's small hand reaching to his own cock. Aaron beats him to it quickly, gripping at the base earning another scream from him.

"You're going to cum by fucking. Okay?" He nods after him, then Hotch lifts his hand and resumes his speed while Spencer's eyes flutter again, tears forming at the corners. Almost instantly after he had started again, Spencer unloaded himself for the second time just as hard as the last, drawing all of his energy, having barely enough left to hold his knees upright.

His whines ricocheting across the room and ringing in Hotch's ears. "Whiny little bitch aren't you." Another smack went to Spencer's ass. "Yes, daddy!" He moaned out, legs starting to shake. "Why so vocal?"

"I-It's so-o-o-o big!" Hotch's pattern of thrusting causes his faults in wording. He smiles widely only to pull out of Spencer and push his body deep into the mattress. Spencer absentmindedly tries to get up, only to be pushed further.

Hotch's muscular body looms over the small boy before he spits on his hand to rub his own cock. He's so close, but he wants one more climax out of Spencer before him, so he starts to ease himself back inside of him slowly.

Spencer's eyes flutter again, realizing just how thicker his cock felt in this position. "It'll fit." Aaron moans in his ear before continuing his rapid thrusts. Spencer shrieks violently while throwing his face in a pillow. Tears are streaming down his face now from the pain. The pain that stung so goddamn good.

"I can't take it, daddy!"

Hotch knows if he really wanted him to stop, he'd say the safe word, so he only hardens his thrusts slowing speed to make sure he hit through him powerfully. "Oh, but you wanted this!" He iterates. "You wanted to be fucked like a bitch." He smacks his ass unexpectedly. "Slapped and thrown around, you like it, don't you?"

Spencer finds time between his sobs and gasps for air to whisper a small "Yes!" He feels Spencer's walls tighten, and from his moans, he can tell he was finishing. Hotch is about to come. His eyes close shut before a loud grunt echo in Spencer's ears, his warm load shooting through Spencer so adamantly and hard. He moans just from the feeling of his boyfriend's hot cum filling him up. "Thank you, daddy," he mumbles with his head up.

Hotch parts Spencer's sweaty hair and plants a kiss on his forehead, "Thank you, daddy." He moans again while Hotch smiles into another kiss.

...

[everything-is-by-design]

Bring Me To Life

Hey, folks! Here’s a oneshot that I wrote a few months back. It’s decent, and I hope all of you loverly people enjoy it! I wrote this fic to the gentle ambience of Bring Me Love Games (Bruno Veland Mashup Remix) and I recommend you do the same to get the full effect. Enjoy! Xo.

 Word Count: 1.5k

Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Blood, dying, death, and fluff

The reader sacrifices herself to protect Lucifer and he tries to save her.

The monster lunged for Lucifer and all you could think was, ‘no, not him’. Knowing that the monster’s plan was to feed on his light and knowing that you might survive the attack when you knew that he would not, you threw yourself between the beast and the archangel. The scorpion-like creature plunged it’s stinger into your gut and you immediately summoned all of your strength, eyes glowing a bright white, and pushed the creature away from the angel. Blood pooled between your lips and began to stream down your chin and neck as you sliced the scorpion’s tail off with your sword. It gave a wickedly inhuman scream before backing off, it’s tail curling inwards as it shrieked and cowered away from you.

You took slow but steady steps toward the monster, gripping your sword tightly as you desperately tried to stay awake. You felt Sam and Dean’s eyes on you while you approached the scorpion. Castiel held his arms out to stop the boys from running to your aid. They shouted your name, clearly upset with your apparent sacrifice for the devil. You tried to smile, “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, beastie?”

“Y/N, stop! You’re going to kill yourself!” Dean practically screamed at you.

The scorpion slashed at you. You held up your sword to defend yourself against its attack as you fought against its strength. You looked up to the sky, willing all the Grace of every angel in heaven, on earth and in The Empty, save for Lucifer and Castiel’s, to fuel your body and your power. A beam of shockingly bright light plunged into your open mouth as all of heaven’s strength filled your essence. For the first time, you felt something breaking through your bones and skin, protruding from your back; wings. They were huge, bigger than any normal or even any archangel’s wings were and there were twelve of them. They were jet black with horn-like bones protruding from the feathers at the top, like a dragon’s wings. Small swirled horns grew from your head while holy fire ignited between them.

The light continued to flow through your body as you embraced your true form. Half human, half angel, half abomination, and half elemental. You barely noticed the four of their reactions, only slightly astounded that they could all see your transformation. The scorpion’s pincer sank into your side drawing a hiss from your mouth and more blood running down your body. With all of heaven’s might pulsing through you, you placed your hand on the beast’s head as you blasted it with holy fire.

The fire ripped through the scorpion’s body, tearing it apart inch by inch as its harrowing screams filled the air. It finally exploded into a million pieces of ash and dust. You took a few seconds to breathe before falling to your knees. Castiel and the boys ran to you as the power faded from your essence and the new additions to your body disappeared. You watched them as time started to slow down before stopping completely. You fell over but didn’t hit the ground. Instead, arms caught you, wrapping around your body and lifting you up. Whoever picked you up held your broken body close to theirs before you felt them transport you.

Time restarted as Castiel and the boys reached where you had been. Dean looked down at the blood on the pavement. Sam breathed heavily, “Where did she go?”

Castiel looked around, “Lucifer has taken her.”

You felt yourself being laid down on a hard surface and you tried to focus on your surroundings but everything was so swirly and blurry. You cried out in pain as you felt the scorpion’s poison penetrating your blood. You vaguely heard someone shushing you as if attempting to calm you down.

“Why would you do that? Stupid girl,” You heard Lucifer’s voice ring in your ears. You felt sleep calling to you and your eyes fluttered closed. Lucifer shook your shoulders, “No, stay awake. Stay with me.”

He gently but firmly smacked your cheeks, desperately trying to keep you conscious, knowing that if you gave in and fell asleep you’d never come back to him. The archangel worked quickly, trying to suck out all of the poison he could while simultaneously healing your ruptured organs. No one had ever done something like that for him and he had lost all hope over the years being stuck in the cage that anyone would ever care for him again. And yet, there you were, bleeding out on the library’s table in the bunker having only moments prior thrown yourself between him and the creature. You had wasted no time, there was no hesitation, you had simply decided to forfeit your life to save his.

You blinked yourself awake as your blurry gaze fell on Lucifer’s bloodied white shirt. His jacket had been folded and placed under your head. His blond hair was sticking out in all directions as he worked on you, his eyes glowing red. “Talk to me,” Lucifer ordered.

“About what?” You managed. You began to cough up blood and Lucifer briefly rolled you on your side so you wouldn’t choke.

“Spit it out,” He said. You obeyed, spitting the blood from your mouth. It hit both the table and the floor. He rolled you back onto your back and continued his work.

“Are you hurt?” You asked him.

He laughed hysterically at you, “Am I hurt? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

You were going into shock, you knew it, and you couldn’t control the words the were slipping from your lips. You cried out again as immense pain flooded over you.

“I know, I know it hurts. I’m trying to make it stop,” He snarled at you.

“You’re angry with me,” You sputtered.

The hysterical laughter continued. His arms were drenched in your blood and your gaze fell upon a new being in the room dressed in a black suit. It stood just behind Lucifer, almost ten feet away.

“There’s a reaper here,” You said. Lucifer looked at you as you nodded in its direction.

Lucifer grabbed onto your face, getting your own blood all over your skin. You noticed that his cheeks were tear stained. “No, do you hear me?”

You reached for his face with a shaky hand, “Let me go.”

He shook his head and turned to face the reaper before screaming at it to the point where it exploded into a pink mist.

“Lucifer, you won’t be able to fix me this way,” You said, once again feeling a heaviness behind your eyes.

“Tell me, then! Tell me how to fix you! Please, Y/N, please tell me how to fix you,” Lucifer begged you angrily before shaking you again violently. Rage pulsed through him. He couldn’t lose the only person to show him that kind of devotion since his father turned his back on him. His voice cracked, “Don’t leave me.”

“I need your Grace,” You said softly.

“Take it, I don’t want it if I can’t have you,” He said, lifting you to hold your limp body in his arms.

“Not like that. You need to take me as your Mate to heal me,” You said before the door of the bunker burst open and Castiel and the boys rushed down the stairs.

“Lucifer! Get away from her!” Dean shouted.

Lucifer yelled and a blast of energy erupted from him, knocking the three of them unconscious. He laid you back down, taking your right arm in his so that the two of gripped each other's forearms. He’d only read about Mates a few times in his life and wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it. “Help me. Tell me what to say.”

“Lucifer, Light Bringer, Morningstar, Prince of Darkness, I take you as my Mate from now until the end of days. I will not doubt you. I will not leave you. I will lift you up and heal you for now and for always,” You said the dedication to him as your eyes began to glow red.

“Y/N, Spirit High Priestess, Light of the Earth, Light of the Human Race, Eveningstar, I take you as my Mate from now until the end of days. I will not doubt you. I will not leave you. I will lift you up and heal you for now and for always,” Lucifer repeated the dedication as his eyes shone white.

“Bonded in blood, forever and always,” You both said together before another bright white light shone through the bunker. You felt his Grace pulse through you, healing you and strengthening you into a new being as your essence did the same to him. When the light finally faded, you had been completely healed. Any trace of blood or injury had vanished and you lay in the arms of the archangel whose soft pink wings encompassed you both, shielding and protecting you.

You looked up into his eyes that had faded to blue again. He couldn’t help but lean in and press his lips to yours. You returned the kiss instantly, feeling true bliss, ecstasy and happiness for the first time in your life fill your body and overflowing into him. Lucifer broke the kiss, “Why did you do that?”

“Because you’re worth fighting for. You’re worth saving. My beautiful Morningstar, and because I happen to be madly in love with you,” You smiled.