#sweat. flush high on his cheeks. busted ass lips.

[moonshynecybin]

Marc Marquez before the Race of Champions for World Ductai Week (x)

[boofeine]

kinky things that make seventeen members more aroused during sex

WARNINGS: mdni, smut headcanons, afab reader, cum play, breeding kink, bondage, restraining, overstimulation, role play, edging, pain kink, orgasm dinal, spanking, choking

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @yorkutis

seungcheol – cum play and breeding; it has to be raw sex... there's nothing seungcheol loves more than feel your walls pulsating around his cock. the way he can see his hot cum spurr on your ass cheek or on your breast, belly, neck, anywhere really. sometimes, when he feels a little risky, he can't help but ask to cum inside you, the way your cums mixed comes out of your clenching hole when he finally pulls out, he's done but he's ready to get hard again.

jeonghan – having to keep quiet; it's all about the teasing, he loves seeing you suffer to keep it down when it feels so good. your lips caged in your teeth as small whines treats to come out, "is it too much, babe?", he would tease with a devilish smirk, testing all your limits by restraining your high until you can't take it anymore. when you're finally coming undone, he loves to press his palm over your mouth or demand you to bite him to not moan too loud.

joshua – multiple orgasm; like... HEAR ME OUT!! he likes to take his time with you, he's so gentle, with no rush at all. sometimes, it's not even on purpose, but he's edging you so much, that when it finally comes, you cum and cum and cum again. his stamina is crazy and he won't stop until he's satisfied. you squirm and sweat under his workship, "are you tired? i haven't even started with you yet, lay down again for me".

junhui – role play; see, he just gives me those vibes. he'd feel embarrassed at first, but once you fully clock him in, he'd be obsessed. specially, scenarios where you're doming him, he fucking lose his mind... use him, step on him, anything, he's rock hard under your actions. as he grows used to it, he even asks you to get costumized for it, getting really in character, he loves sexy costumes and lacy fantasies.

soonyoung – pain kink; is it new for anyone? hoshi, himself, said he works better under pressure. he loves the spanking and the degradation, he squirms and growls because of you, but it also makes him want to do a better job... if not to make you fully satisfied, he's not doing anything. i see hoshi enjoying face slapping, rough gripping like grabbing his cheeks and jaw while he's on his knees for you, thumb slowly making its way inside his mouth as you laugh at how pathetic he looks for you.

wonwoo – edging; sometimes he's in his mean mode, he normally is sweet and passionate during sex but breaking a sweat to make you beg him to let you cum is one of his favorites. the way you wrap your legs around his hips, rolling yours as you bumble breathy words in between "please", he never cums harder, pinning you down on the mattress to stop you from running, his core pressing over your clit as wonwoo alternates in rough thrusts and slow ones. it makes you almost cry for his mercy.

jihoon – being loud; different from jeonghan, he loves to hear you loud and clear, it bust his ego that he's doing such a good job at delivering pleasure. it could get him off guard at first, too afraid someone would hear, his cheeks flushing, as you scream your moans. but he grows attached to it, it turned into his breaking point every sex, he always pounds harder just to hear you. "is it that good, huh? fuck! let me hear you"

seokmin – overstimulation; especially during oral, he loves the way your legs close on his head when it's too much, how you whine, whimper, and cry out his name. how the grip you have on him always tighten when you say it's too much and that you can't cum anymore. he snugs to your arms, sweetly saying you're a good girl and that he knows you can take it. your pussy swollen and hurt as he whispers "just one more, give it to me" but it's never the last. he loves to treat you well before he gets anything, he gets hard just by pleasing and hearing you.

mingyu – getting tied up; just give this man some handcuffs, put him tied on the bed headboard, i swear he'd cum by just you using him while he's not able to do anything. he likes the frustration, the way he always tries to break free just to touch you as you look at him, tutting and disapproving his not so well behavior. he always cum faster than anything when you use his cock as your fuck toy on your cunt.

minghao – blindfold; he enjoys doing it on you, you always get more out of breath and sensitive when he gets you blindfold. the thrill of it making goosebumps form easily, anticipating every move he might do next. he's obsessed at seeing you so vulnerable, you look nothing but innocent those times. your low moans and whines, he swears you're heaven sent, bumping his length as he touches your body, watching you react shakily, watching you gets him wetter.

seungkwan – rage sex and spanking; not a surprise either... he almost never fights with you, but if there's a good outcome to those fights, it is how frustrated you both get and pull out during the makeup deed. it goes both ways, he likes both, you doming him or him doming you, either way is intense. the choking, the slapping, the way the words turn just a bit bratty and aggressive. he manhandles you like you're born to be his little light doll, changing positions and throwing you around on the bed sheets.

vernon – bringing more people to the game; yes, he's into it. he's up for the threesome always, more than three people, he'd ponder, though. he likes every different aspect of it, just sitting back and watching, or being watched, or mixing positions. it adds to the sex and he's up to it. he's not a jealous guy but normally sets to making the things to you and just receiving for the third person, maybe that's what also arouses him so much, he doesn't gotta do much to cum.

chan – orgasm denial; more precise, being the one receiving it. he enjoys the feeling of his red sensative cockhead burning and dripping pre cum every time you stop him from cumming. the way it hurts just a bit and enough to make him roll his eyes when he finally cums. he won't cum until you say he can and that alone, that hold of power you have on him, makes him tight on his ball. but he's good, he's so well-behaved, you must treat him well.

[redbleedingrose]

Lucien x Reader Drabble

A/N: just because I am in the writing mood but not in the mood to write a whole fic. So just a cute little smutty drabble will have to do for y'all. I hope that you enjoy this one and the Rhys one I posted earlier. 🤭😏😮‍💨

18+ MDNI

You’re out in the garden, sundress tight around your bust, waist and hips flowing down to your thighs and swaying in the wind. You're sunbathing, swinging on the wooden swing that Helion had built long ago with dreams of having a child one day with his true mate. And although his dream of raising the child were essentially torn away from him, he was happy that he got two children in return, his Heir and future high lord: Lucien. And you, Lucien’s mate and rightful high lady to the Day Court throne.

You let the wind from sweep your hair, small pieces falling in front of your face that you gently brush away behind your ear as you continue to read your book. The swing is tall enough that your bare feet hover over the ground, kicking forward and backward in a steady and slow pace, flipping the page of the book with leisure. It’s a soft book, one without much conflict, filled with warmth of love like the day’s sun showering it’s rays over you. Small droplets of sweat form at your forehead, cooled by the soft breeze that urges your swing forward.

You don’t even notice Lucien sneaking up behind you until his strong, linen covered arms wrap around your waist, hugging at your curves and pulling you back into his chest. He is warm, not unbearably, but like a soft quilt that has hung in the warmth of the morning. He smells like dew and sunshine, a hint of nutmeg that you can only scent as his head dips into the crook of your neck. He plants a soft kiss at the base of your shoulder, “what’re you reading honey?” His voice comes out hoarse, like he struggled to force the words out as he takes in your scent, hands roaming around your plush and squeezing at your hip dips.

Your lips tug into a smile, without any control, easily, as though it is by nature that his presence causes happiness and content to seethe into your very bones, “Whisper of the Soul, Luc,” twisting around to place a gentle kiss on his freckles chin.

“S’good honey,” he mumbles in response, doe eyes flickering back and forth between your own, eyeing the way the sleeve of your dress falls off your shoulder, leaving the skin underneath exposed and colored by the morning sun. His hands roam up your body, feathering over your neck and exposed collarbone, leaning down and planting a flicker of a kiss, barely brushing his lips over the area before reaching down and picking you up.

A gasp escapes your lips as you hurriedly wrap your arms around his neck, your legs clinging to his waist as his palms directly on your ass. An unexpected, harsh spank comes down at the supple plump, suredly leaving behind a mark of his palm. Lucien's smirk widens at the tiny whimper you let out, biting at the small of your earlobe and suckling to ease the sting away, "What'd you expect honey? Lookin' so fuckin' pretty and ethereal out here?" His eyes glint again under the sun, full of lust and hunger for his mate, "I can smell your sex from the hallway, love. How much you wanna bet you're absolutely soaked f'me?"

Your cheeks flush at the heated inquiry from your mate, avoiding his gaze and focusing in on his freckled neck that looks supple and unfortunately, unmarked. That's something that you intend on fixing, ignoring his impatient spank to your other ass cheek and licking at his flesh. His one arm tightens around your hips, holding you flush against him while the other arm sneaks around your thigh, hand trailing up and down the exposed skin, his answering moan intoxicating you.

You suckle and nibble on his most sensitive spots, moving up and down the expanse of his neck, hand running through his long, firey hair, massaging at the back of his scalp and shoulders. His long fingers graze at your inner thigh, nearly at the place where you need him the most, and you feel as though you are burning.

He burns you.

His soul burns you.

In the best possible way.

You yearn to be burnt by him. You deeply crave it. You want nothing more for his light to consume you.

He lays you flat out onto the grass of the garden, the tall hedges of honeysuckle hiding you both from the outside world as his hips rock into yours. Quiet moans and hurried gasps escape you both as you near a shared peak.

Another cloth covered thrust of his hips into your own has his arms weakening above you, his body collapsing into yours as he wants nothing more than to be a part of you. He wants nothing more than to sink into you, plunge deep inside you, be with you in the closest way possible. A tinge of satisfaction runs through you, knowing that even when he has reached his peak, he will never be tired of you. He will never want anything else but more.

You feel the knot building within your chest, one the grows tighter and tighter and tighter with every moan into your ear that is followed with a kiss, with every whine that is followed with a muffled grunt into your hair, with every desperate grind and thrust against your core. But you aren't through with him.

The sun beats down on you when you flip him over, his strong upper body thudding against the cool dirt, a small "oof" escaping his swollen, pretty lips cut off by a harsh groan as your plush thighs enclose one of his. You rock yourself against it, feeling the warmth and muscle under the thin leather that covers his legs. In this moment, you are grateful you chose not to wear any panties. The friction of your thrusts and wriggling hips have you in near euphoria.

Lucien watches you through half lidded eyes, jaw falling open, his slick pink tongue sliding out to lick the base of his lower lip. His hands rest on your hips, aiding you in your motions as you grow closer and closer to your release, "C'mon honey, that's right."

"Fuck yourself on my thigh, C'mon, pretty girl."

"Doin' so good f'me. C'mon"

"Oh fuck honey, yes, jus' like that."

"roll your hips baby, yeah, oh gods yes"

"Don't ever stop honey, mother fucking above, don't stop."

It all comes tumbling out of his lips, his doe eyes rolling to the back of his head, his chest heaving with every breath and gasp that he lets out, basking in the pleasure that rips down your bond while you grind and pump yourself onto his thigh. His leg bounces up and down with you, meeting your thrusts with his own force, your throbbing, pulsing clit receiving unrelenting attention from his corded muscle. You brace yourself onto his chest, leaning down and stealing a wet, sloppy kiss from him, his tongue playing with yours, teeth clashing as his hand smacks against your ass.

You don't feel the build.

All you feel is literal ecstasy. Sudden and all at once.

It spreads through you, from your aching and overstimulated core that twitches under his bouncing thigh, his tanned hands holding your hips down in place against it, forcing you to deal with the pleasure rather than escape it. You collapse down onto his chest, panting and clutching at him as he rides you through the high, kissing at your neck and exposed shoulder, running his hands up and down your thighs that shake around his, muttering his praises right into your ear, "Good fuckin' girl, did so good f'me honey. So good."

He lifts your body again, laying you down onto the grass before crawling down your body. You eye him, exhausted as he pulls your thighs apart, exposing your spasming, sopping wet cunt to him. He quirks a brow at you, sending you a filthy smirk as you gape down at him, watching as he pulls your cunt closer to his face, pressing a soft kiss right at the corner of your thigh, "You didn't think I was done with you, right honey?" A rough lap at your cunt has you crying out, hands entangling in his hair as he chuckles darkly into you, "Oh no, honey, I am not done with you either."

Uhhh.... teheheh @princess-tulip-writes and @acourtofwhatthefuck and @greeneyedivy this one is for you <3

[kshira]

—request: wanting your attention + nsfw

w// kei tsukishima & kōtarō bokuto

t//w; ღ ◟ f!reader, smut, 18+ & cursing

+ kei tsukishima

you can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding to your inner thigh, burning his touch on your flesh as tsukishima travels onward between your legs.

the hours of anime you’ve watched on the couch today had burned holes in the sockets that carried your eyes, tskuishima joined halfway through the binge marathon out of curiosity.

but today he was feeling rather needy, your shorts did rise higher on your perfect plumped legs showcasing those pretty laced panties he always adored.

and the way your tongue swiped down on your bottom lip as the show intensified made his member twitch, he couldn’t resist just a little touch.

“i’m trying to watch my show kei” your thighs snap shut squeezing his long digits in its wake.

tskuishima lifted his honey laced orbs to you, your voice had a resilient tone though your body was dancing to his touch.

“i know” his fingers wiggle through your skin and proceed back to the route “continue watching and act like i’m not even here”

he reached the lining of your underwear feeling the dampened fabric on the tip of his finger, your breath hitched in your chest as tsukishima dipped a finger over the blockade into your slick hole.

the anime you were so focused on started to melt into nothing but mere pixels, no longer making sense at the way tsukishima pumped his long digit swimmingly knowing to hit the deeper ends of your velvet wall.

you couldn’t help to tousle his hair locking your fingers tightly around the strands, but tsukishima harsh hand stopped it automatically placing it back “you were watching your show weren’t you? don’t let me stop you”

a surge of pleasure washes over your body with a sweep of tskuishima finger across your bud “please, let me touch you” your voice dryly comes out, the refelection of the blue screen lights up his figure and it only makes you clench harder.

the lights paint the lust draped over tsukishima, his eyes mermozied by the faint image of your cunt drooling over a single finger—the sounds of his heavy breaths fueling your desire to touch and feel him more.

“you were so distracted by this anime but look at you, so desperate and needy for me now” he taunted guiding his lips over your ear pressing a nauseating lick to the shell.

“mm-know but need you now” your eyes peer through your lashes blinking a tear away, with a deep groan tsukishima gives in ravaging your heat with sublime strokes of his finger.

throwing your head back to hit the cushion of the couch letting his fingers work your cunt— maneuvering in ways that made the sounds coming from you louder than the anime you were so focused on before.

“you’re so wet making a mess all over my fingers, you wanna cum yeah?” his words are littered in your ear gaining the growing pleasure to topple over.

“mm yeah make me cum!” you moan out thrusting your hips into tsukishima palm—he picks up adding another finger to aid you there.

a grin grows on his face knowing he was the needy one but now it’s you with your mouth falling open lolling moans and begs for more of him.

his dirty thoughts grow his buldge harder—roughly taking hold of his cock tsukishima hungrily ruts into his makeshift hole while his other hand buried in your wetness creeps to your bud feathering circles on it.

swirling the precum around the base as self made lubricant he starts fisting around his cock harshly letting his fingers bear down on your throbbing bud pulsating the final nerves to come undone.

the static rushes through your body dissolving into salivating pleasure, your juices coat tsukishima fingers making him quickly take a final pump until he cums, all over his fabric stomach.

a deep sigh connects both of you, your eyes taking on his content face as the high comes dwindling down his hair stuck to the beads of sweat lingering on his face—he was always so handsome like this.

tsukishima rest his eyes back to you, a sly smile cast his face unable to mask a look of triumph but you’re too warped in the scenery of him to notice.

your body laid still allowing the pleasures to succumb driftng your eyes into sleep, tsukishima rose from his position beside you walking towards the other room but paused when a whimper fell from your lips.

who was the needy one again?

he brings his face to your level, cupping both sides of your cheeks to leave a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“better rewatch that episode you really weren’t paying attention at all” tsukishima smiles sinfully down at you.

+ kōtarō bokuto

“sit” one simple word is all it took for bokuto to immediately plant his ass to the chair, his hand palming at his outlined bulge in anticipation.

your day was planned to cram weeks of studying into one single day, but instead you had your boyfriend placed in front you ready to devour him.

though it might be how adorable he looked with eyes colored golden darting sheepishly around the room before they landed on you, his silver strands deflate around his face at the aggravated tone you had with him knowing good and goddamn well what he wanted.

he was just being so needy way he rubbed his aching cock on your back while he hugged you from behind, you just couldn’t help yourself knowing his needy whines and cries for just for you.

you stand in front of him now eyeing his whole figure, eyes half lidded looking through you with a lust haze lingering on him.

he grabs smaller hands with his dropping delicate kisses on them, his eyes scale up your arms till it reaches the sweet smile dripping from your face though it was a mask at what hid under it.

“you make me so fucking hard with that innocent smile of yours, get on your knees now baby” bokuto aids you to the floor infront of him, your body positioned just right to fully worship him.

he guides his throbbing member out of the fabric prison for you, reddened at the tip like your flushed cheeks with the most gorgeous veins equally grown about and the best part—precum leaking out just a little bit to give you an idea of just how turned on he really was.

your tongues pokes out from your lips to pounce on him lapping at the existing cum whilst your eyes gleam through your lashes at bokuto, he can’t do anything but let his cock twitch on its own at the sex aurora you have pouring from you.

“fuck, m’gonna cum all in that pretty mouth of yours” bokuto wraps his fingers through your hair before aligning you to him, he just can’t help himself not with his pretty girl about to have her lips on his cock and more importantly his pretty girl with a stomach full of his cum, soon enough.

you wanted to slide in a sarcastic comment to him but the almost orgasm worthy moan he let out feeling your hot throat engulf his cock took you in another direction—making him moan over and over.

you glance up at bokuto watching his eyes dilate rapidly at your mouth sinking centimeters down his shaft, your tongue drags down with your mouth giving a slippery medicine at aching burn to take all of him.

bokuto takes shallow breaths mildly thrusting into your mouth, he was so eager to fuck your face but still compassionate enough not to hurt you, he swallowed a lump forming in his throat as you picked up a teasing pace.

you bob your head to a slurping beat, taking him completely in before sucking harshly up his cock and back down letting his moans be your timer of how close or far bokuto already was to cumming.

your hands traveled up his thighs and even through the clothes you can feel the goosebumps rising to the flesh.

you continued climbing till you reached his stomach gliding your hands under his shirt you feel the ridgids of his toned abs as your mouth sucked everything from bokuto.

“you feel so good, so hot and warm—fuck! just wanna cum all down your throat” bokuto breathes out, not being able to focus on nothing but the sounds of you sucking and slurping him.

bokuto ruts become ruthless trying to run deeper in your throat, you take the chance to pull off of him slowly admiring how swollen he is—just about to bust.

you feather his length with your lips kissing the drool dripped muscle, your eyes take there leave from it to him.

his rigid length started twitching under your control watching you take him and adore his need without hesitation, you directed your eyes back to the task at hand stroking him tightly but slowly.

“want you to cum on my face, you can do that right?” you flash a mischievous grin to bokuto letting your grip fasten and the stroke faster.

“y—yeah baby i wanna cum all on that gorgeous face, can I? can i cum?” the eagerness drawled from bokutos lips make you clench down between your legs, you moan a response back stroking him till you see the strings of white explode out.

though today wasn’t as planned with your studying event ending earlier than expected at least it ended on a good note with a sleeping bokuto on your thighs and his fingers wrapped firmly to yours.

[laughableillusions]

🎃Happy Halloween!!🎃

Since it’s Halloween I thought I’d post a little smut I wrote a few days back, I got the idea when I went to Halloween Horror Nights high off my ass, anyways I think Michael needs to have his back blown out so I wrote Madcap/Sam doing just that >:)

Sam is transmasc for context, do not ask me how they are in modern times just don’t question it lol

[18+ UNDER THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

Sam giggled as he pushed Michael into the pseudo- dark alleyway. Glancing back only for a moment at the feverish crowd before bringing his attention back to what mattered. How strange how easily they could just fade away from others, creatures of the night shuffling against the thrill seeking cattle. Completely sober, but utterly insane nonetheless. It was thrilling, brushing shoulders with the layman. To blend in with the world like you were just like them.

Or of course, in Michael’s case, join in the fun.

“I should’ve known you would be here.” Sam chided playfully, tossing his bags to the floor as he pressed the killer- the real killer- against the wall.

He heard Michael huff, tilting his head to the side in that iconic little way. He still smelled a little like blood, the coppery scent just a whiff- almost like a perfume of a sort. But still completely irresistible.

Sam scoffed, hands roaming his clothed chest.

“You look just like your poster…” He hummed, smiling knowingly. “I was worried I might’ve been getting cheated.”

Michael’s amusement was more felt than seen, there was a way his head would nod- like he just chuckled- that gave it away.

Sam’s hand began to trail down the coveralls, Michael settling himself against the wall as he explored- though he did lift off Sam’s baseball cap.

Sam paused, chuckling as Michael looked at it. He had bought it shortly after he had left the haunted house. A black cap with orange thread, and right in the middle a bust of Michael Myers himself brandishing his kitchen knife.

“You like it?” He asked.

Michael shook his head.

Sam laughed, looking away for a moment.

“I would ask you not to sneer, that was a good $30 and I intend on wearing it.” He scolded. “Plus, I had to wet my hair back just to get it to fit, so you behave.”

He wagged his finger at him, though there was no malice in his voice.

Michael sighed, his hand going to the tied-back afro and petting a section of it, as if disappointed he tucked it away. Sam giggled a little, plucking the hat from his hands.

“Don’t worry, when I take you home tonight I’ll fluff it back up, just for you.” He grinned, though his words seemed to have a darker intent behind them.

Michael nodded a little, and Sam tossed the hat to the side. Pressing him back against the wall and now going back to trailing his palm down his front.

“Afterall, I would think the real Michael Myers would be a bit overdue for a nice relaxing night in, don’t you agree?”

His hand then found what he was looking for, a bulge in the crotch of the coveralls. He raised an eyebrow when he found it, sneering.

“Oh you naughty boy.” He purred, pressing the heel of his palm against the brunt of it.

The killer gasped, a small grunt huffing out of the placid silicone.

“You have been enjoying yourself haven’t you?” Sam questioned, hand rubbing along the clothed length of his erection.

Heat began to pool within Sam’s own stomach, a thrilling electricity that made him hum as he watched Michael squirm. How wonderfully sickening this development was~

“And here I thought it was just killing that gave you a hard on, oh you naughty thing.” He giggled a little, pressing himself as close as he could to Michael.

He could hear his breathing, loud and heavy under the mask as his hips tried to resettle under the friction. His hands were trembling slightly as he cupped Sam’s waist, kneading the fabric of his shirt to try and ease internal tension.

Sam licked his lips, cheeks flushing and mouth watering as he thought of the mess under those coveralls. Skin, blood, sweat, and muscle. All for him to use and devour however he pleased. Oh to think of him wandering around, scaring some innocent park-goer, hearing them scream in fear like that, the scent of blood fresh on his clothes…and being hard as a rock all the while. Something about it tickled the darkness of Sam’s mind, and he could already feel himself getting wet from it.

He let go of his crotch, Michael grunting and pushing his waist forward- pressing himself as flush as possible to not lose the friction. Sam felt his cunt weep against his boxers, both their clothed dicks flush against each other. It made Sam’s eyes widen and flash with a twisted fascination.

“Oh please, if I had any decency you wouldn’t be here at all.” He teased.

He then found the zipper of the coveralls and almost tore it open, getting an eye full of the white sweat-dampened undershirt he wore underneath. Michael was quick to shrug off the rest, and the unmistakable blue coveralls of the killer hit the ground with a splat at his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as Sam lifted up his undershirt and greedily explored his chest.

Michael grabbed hold of Sam’s collar when he began to tease his nipple, huffing sharply and grunting when he flicked it. Sam felt his cock prod against his boxers- damn near rock hard from just teasing him.

“I didn’t think such a brutal killer would be so sensitive.” Sam giggled, licking the cheek of the mask.

“But what to do with you?” The question was purred, uttered in a way so fanciful that it could only entice the wilds of imagination.

Michael himself made a low noise, almost a growl. His dead eyes glimmering to life for just a moment as the words soaked into him. Impatient, eager, unabashedly horny. It made Sam bite his lip, giggling a wave of excitement hit him full force. He had been secretly itching for this the whole night, ever since he went through that haunted house and the thought first occurred. Such a wonderful turn of events this was indeed.

He took his hand off Michael’s chest, the one that had been rubbing him off against his boxers now slipping under the waistband. It made the killer grunt again as his hand found his bare cock, and began to stroke it. The noise came almost forcefully from the mask- like it was from deep within him. Sam chuckled low, leaning into his neck and breathing deep- the stench of blood and sweat almost getting him high.

“You gonna be a good little slasher and let me fuck you at your own attraction?” He asked.

There was a joke hidden in that remark somewhere, but Sam didn’t have the patience to find it as he squeezed Michael’s dick.

The killer jolted, huffing and groaning as quietly as he could; Sam feeling his precum begin drip onto his wrist, and cock twitching in his grip- betraying the outward stoicness he was rumored to possess. But here he was, nodding to Sam’s command instantly. His chest heaving under that sweaty white shirt, hands trembling as they let go of his collar.

“Groovy.” Sam purred, hand leaving his boxers and pulling them down.

Michael let out a breath as his cock bobbed free, waiting for Sam to touch him again. He instead noticed the bulge in Sam’s jeans as he undid his belt.

Sam caught his gaze, snickering a bit as he pulled off his belt.

“I fixed it up when I was in the bathroom, just you wait sweetpea.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, Michael watching whilst stroking himself gently. Sam unbuttoned his jeans, revealing the jockstrap harness he wore. and finally his stiffened dick. Michael paused for a moment, his cum-slick hand running over the silicone. He tilted his head in his critique.

“Too big for you?” Sam snickered. “It’s the 7 and a half one, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

Michael huffed, Sam’s ego swelling at the disgruntled reaction of their dick sizes- which Sam now had him beat on by a good inch. But The Shape didn’t seem bothered by it for very long as he then pressed his hips flush against him and rubbed his own length against his. Sam gladly took hold of both their shafts- even if his wouldn’t feel it, he began to stroke them anyway. He licked his lips as Michael’s weeping dick slicked up his own.

“Always such a slut for me.” He remarked, planting a wet kiss on the lips of the mask.

Michael made a small- almost startled noise, Sam kissing hard enough against the silicone to catch his real mouth as well. He added his tongue, licking the places where he could feel The Shape’s real lips against the mask. It made the killer begin to tremble again, his eyes still open as Sam somehow was able to violate his shield against the world. The shock of it only made him hornier. There was a string of saliva when he pulled away, licking his lips as if savoring the taste.

He pulled Sam’s hand away, his strap now slick with his precum. Sam paused for a moment, catching his gaze to try and figure out what he wanted. He was panting like a dog left out in the hot sun- grunting a little in his fever. His eyes flashing in the dim leftovers of light from the crowded theme park.

Red light drifted by them as Sam grinned wildly. The shadows catching eerily along their features, as if the demons that lived beneath their flesh were revealed. Somewhere nearby the pyro show was starting, and the lightshow just so happened to include them as well. Sam sucked on 2 of his fingers, pushing Michael back against the wall with his other hand.

He was quick to find his hole, but Michael was faster; he grabbed his wrist, shaking his head with an impatient grunt and grabbing the shaft of his dick and pulling it forward.

Oh.

Sam giggled again.

“You want it that bad huh?” He sneered, though he tilted his head a bit. “But are you sure?”

He caught Michael’s gaze with the last question, The Shape shivering a little but nodding all the same.

Sam shrugged, shaking his head a bit at his his casual disregard for safe sex practices. If it was anyone else he would’ve been concerned, but this was Michael Myers- it probably would feel strange if it didn’t hurt in some way. And knowing how horny he was before this, the creep could’ve prepared himself beforehand anyway. Sam didn’t mind much either way, only that it made him wetter. Made him want to fuck him all the more.

He then lifted Michael’s leg, biting his lip as his ass was spread. His mind spinning as he guided his dick to his entrance- beginning to grind against his ass.

Already the packer was doing its job, even on Sam’s end of things. Rubbing his own cock off as well as milking Michael’s.

“You gonna take it huh? Gonna take my big cock like the creep you are?” He teased, now beginning to prod at his entrance with the tip.

He pressed against it, giving little warning before forcing the tip inside him. The intrusion punched out an “uh” noise from The Shape, who’s trembling hands splaying out to keep himself steady against the wall as he panted; one bending back next to his head.

Sam only gave him a moment to adjust before he pushed further past his tightness, the stretch making Michael full on moan as he was forced to take it halfway. Sam only watched with a maddened and down right sadistic grin as his length disappeared inside of him. His legs were shaking, his cock dribbling cum as Sam expertly guided himself right against his prostate.

Even with the mask on he was such a beautiful sight. The stench of sex and blood wafting off of him as he huffed in a meager attempt to regain control, the sweat making his heaving chest stick against the white shirt. His body, his hands, his legs. Agents of so much destruction and mutilation- trembling in arousal before him like he was some teenage virgin. The Light Show continued, now coating them in a cool electric blue as Sam pulled out a bit. He could feel Michael’s tightness fighting back, and he cursed God yet again that he couldn’t feel it the way other men would.

Michael hissed as he moved, fingers turning red as he clutched the concrete behind him. Sam rocked his hips slow, teasing little thrusts that hinted at what was to come.

“I didn’t think a killer like you would have such a tight ass.” He purred.

Michael just grunted, sounding more impatient than anything.

Sam tilted his head, smiling with mock sympathy as he jerked his hips forward suddenly. Eyes glittering as it brought forth another little moan.

“You want more?”

The movement left Michael almost slipping off the wall, the leg he stood on buckling under him as he leaned forward a little to try and regain balance. Sam only clicked his tongue, as if scolding him.

“Poor Mikey, sometimes it just really helps to get a leg up on the situation.” Sam half-sighed.

He then grabbed the underside of Michael’s other leg, hoisting it up so the Shape was straddling him.

He pulled out almost all the way, tugging Michael’s body so that only his chest and arms were against the wall- the rest of his body now suspended and held up by Sam. His eyes wide under the mask, the light from the show now scrambling into different colors as the intro to “Living Dead Girl” boomed out.

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?

Sam then slammed into him, Michael's legs clenching in his grasp as he cried out almost pornagraphically. The sweat glistening on his skin as Sam began to fuck him proper.

The music was loud enough to hide the noise of their encounter, but not loud enough that Sam couldn’t still hear him. His head was spinning with giddiness at Michael’s receptiveness, every twitch of his hips making him huff and shudder. It was like some fucked up album cover, and the theatrics of it had Sam over the moon.

The strap stimulated Sam as well, each movement rubbing his clit as well- almost like he was really fucking him. Michael’s nails dug into the wall as he picked up the pace- selfishly chasing his high. The killer beginning to whimper around him like a goddamn whore as he pistoned into him. Nothing but his shaking arms and failing core strength kept him steady.

“Enjoying yourself now, sweetheart?” Sam’s words were cruel, evil beyond all measure.

He slammed Michael further against the wall, The Shape’s legs wrapping around him as he pulled their hips flush and fucked deep into him. His head lolled back as he mewled with wild cock-drunk eyes.

“You needed a good fuck didn’t you?“ He half-giggled, spit flying from his mouth. “G-g-good little killer n-n-needed his pretty ass nailed in some dark alleyway huh?”

Sam huffed, swallowing back his own moan. Michael just whimpered in response, the noise pooling right to Sam’s clit. In one swift movement he had Michael’s back against the wall again, Michael immediately grabbing hold of him like a lifeline. Now Sam could really hear him, hear the small “uh” that slipped out of as he snapped his hips back into him. Feel his body shuddering as he was forced closer and closer to his end.

“Awwww is m-m-my little slasher gonna cum?” He asked with mock sweetness.

He watched as The Shape nodded uselessly, and he could almost picture the face underneath it…he would get that mask off him later. But what a slut he could be anyway.

Sam leaned into him, inches from the mask. His vision blurred as his pleasure began to reach its peak. He couldn’t help the small grunt that escaped him.

“Cum for me baby, cmon. C-c-cum like the fucking slut you are.”

Almost on command, Michael came with a loud and utterly broken moan. Sam fucking him in ernest as he did. But he quickly followed as he felt his cum on his shirt, the killer mewling as more of his load spurted between them in thick ropes.

He was shaking when it was over, even whimpering a little as the last of his seed dribbled onto the ground. his head then rolled forward onto Sam’s shoulder.

Sam himself wasn’t quite done, in a wild desire to preserve his orgasm he continued to fuck him. Drilling into him even when Michael had nothing left, legs now full on twitching as he overstimulated him.

His rhythm slowed as he came down from his climax, slowing and slowing until with one final roll of his hips, he stopped. His cock still buried inside of him as they both caught their breath.

The pyro show continued, the lights drifting to a villainous purple. The song had long since shifted, however now they caught the beginnings of “Head Like A Hole,” as well as the thrilled screams of the audience.

Sam chuckled to himself when he heard it.

“I wonder what they’re screaming about.” He asked.

Michael just groaned, shaking his head. His body was shivering like he had been left out in the cold.

Sam just smiled, wiggling his hips a little.

“Maybe they realized what a good fuck the boogeyman is, don’t you agree?”

Michael whimpered at the movement, only strong enough to tense up around him. Sam just laughed, kissing the cheek of his mask as he held him there. The Shape still completely at his mercy

[shoutogepi]

Spring Pollen

Takami Keigo

word count : 5.0k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]  

genre : edging, gagging (glove use), sex pollen, public sex

bio: You and your coworker Hawks are caught off guard by a villain’s naughty quirk while on the middle of patrol.

author’s note : this is for bnha bookclub’s bingo event, for which i can now cross off the “sex pollen” slot ;) also pls go soft on me if this is rough as it’s my first hawks fic <3 TT

tags : @hawks-senseis​ @queensynderella​ @knifeewifee​ @prismaroyal​

also available on AO3 here

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Working beside the number two hero had its ups and downs. For one, you were insanely attracted to him, and you absolutely refused to admit it— to him, yourself, really anyone who asked. Not that it came up in conversation often, of course. You made sure of that.

The blonde was known for his go-with-the-flow, playful attitude, and you were not discluded from such a privilege, despite your many complaints. Deep down, you didn’t really mind his flirtatious behavior. Being a hero, even if you were only a sidekick at the moment, was tiring work. You did not have much time for yourself, let alone time to find men who you could flirt with or even go on dates with. Or even find a fuck buddy. 

God, it had been so long since you last received affection from a man. Work was your entire life now, and while you found comfort in knowing you were changing the world for the better— cleaning away the stain of evil on your city— you found yourself feeling lonely when you would return to your empty apartment each night.

So perhaps Hawks’ borderline suggestive comments were nice, welcome even. Not that you would ever tell him that. You would rather die than live with knowing he was privy to your thoughts; the mortification would simply be too much for you.

Little did you know, there was much desire and intention behind his seemingly meaningless flirting— for he, too, found you more than attractive. A walking, talking, gorgeous and independent woman who apparently wanted nothing to do with him— you were more than enough to catch his eye. But alas, you were years younger than the already-youthful hero himself, and you made it very clear to him that you did not want to do anything that could jeopardize your career at the agency the two of you were slaves to.

So the attraction went unspoken between the pair of you. Hawks would make a comment just a little too cheeky and you would roll your eyes or swat at him, and that would be the end of it. It would go on and on like this for months, and before you knew it, it had been almost a year of supporting the ever-popular winged hero. And everything was fine and good…

Until the red string on fate had to show its ugly face. And everything as you knew it was turned upside down on the head— the tall, prison-like walls you’d constructed to keep your feelings locked away all came tumbling down, right before your very eyes.

It had been a rather uneventful day of hero work, if you could recall correctly. Hawks had commented on your winged eyeliner that morning, saying how it made your eyes sparkle and give you an “avian edge”, which he found highly commendable. You had brushed him off, as usual, and the two of you had taken off to start your patrol, much like any other morning.

The sun was high in the sky, hanging cheerfully over the skyscrapers of the bustling city. The spring heat had not yet scorched the asphalt of the winding roads, a cool breeze tickling your skin as you walked beside the blonde hero. His large, scarlet wings were relaxed behind his shoulder blades, the very tips of his feathers brushing against your waist as you were pressed close to him on the busy sidewalk. It was all rather ordinary, looking back at it— you had just thrown away the wrappings from your on-the-go breakfast, feeling strengthened enough to take on whatever the day could possibly throw at you, when she appeared from what seemed like nowhere.

Hawks sprang into action immediately, recognizing the wicked glint in her eye much sooner than you. You were on a dull sideroad, almost an alleyway to be honest— a small street tucked away in the midst of the hasty city, sandwiched behind a few large buildings and the backs of restaurants. It was really the perfect place for a crime to occur, for there were few passerbys and no security cameras.

In just an instant, the number two hero was on his ass, nearly hacking up a lung as the offender sprayed a noxious cloud of pink spores directly into his face. The woman sported a vicious grin as she turned to you, and though Hawks tried his best to warn you of her attack, he found he could not speak— instead crumpling over to hold his stomach as his body seized with violent coughs. Just like that, you had fallen victim to her as well, your knees folding beneath you as your mind clouded over in a haze. You didn’t even register Hawks throwing her into the brick wall behind you, your brian too foggy to recognize anything before you. He was struggling to cuff the woman when he first began to sweat, his body beginning to tremble first in his chest, then spreading to his limbs and rushing into his veins, like the venom from a deadly serpent.

Your body felt hot— god, so hot— it was like liquid fire had been poured into your bloodstream, every cell of your body igniting into an all-consuming inferno. Sweat began to bead along your temple, the valley between your breasts, and the backs of your knees. You slumped onto the concrete beneath you, clammy palms scraping the rough pavement as you gasped for breath. But with each intake the symptoms only seemed to worsen, limbs growing weak and an intense pressure forming in your stomach, like an intruder attempting to burst through a barricaded door.

Hawks was busy fighting his own internal battle— the same feelings bubbling up inside of him as he clicked the quirk-canceling cuffs onto the assailant’s wrists, perhaps a notch or two too tight. He could feel himself coming to life underneath his trousers, fanning the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. “What did you do to us?” he bellowed, a mix between a groan and a growl. The tip of a ruby feather pointed itself at the base of her throat, a slight tremor shaking through the quill as his knees began to tremble.

The woman only laughed, amused by his blatant discomfort. Her eyes traveled over to your figure, curled into a tight ball on the ground. Hawks followed her gaze, distress panging through him as he realized the pained expression twisting your face.

“Reverse it,” he snarled, fists seizing the front of her shirt and pulling her body to sit upright.

But the villain only smirked, her busted lip not seeming to bother her as her eyes twinkled with malice. “Sorry, can’t do that,” she chuckled, though it came out sounding more like a wheeze, “no takesies-backsies.”

Hawks bared his teeth at her, his ferality getting the better of him as he slammed her against the brick wall another time. Her eyes fell closed and her body went limp, signalling she was out of commission for at least the time being.

“Damn it,” he groaned as her clothes slipped from his fingers, the digits opting to push into his wild tawny locks instead. Whatever quirk this woman had used on him was working too fast, and its effects were too strong. His cock was rock hard, straining against the confining material of his pants, and his body was becoming much too strung out from restraining his amplifying desire.

Chills rolled down his spine as you called out to him, your voice breathy and rough. His gloved hands clamped into fists as he shut his eyes, praying to whatever god there was to lend him the strength necessary to keep himself from tackling you and ripping off your clothes. He had never felt so desperate for you before— never had he needed to touch and taste every inch of you like he did right now. Whatever longing he had harbored for you before this morning was nothing in comparison to the emotions clobbering his sense of self-control at the moment— god, if you even called out for him one more time, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from taking you, right here and now.

Little did he know, that was the one thing you wanted— needed, even— more than anything.

Your arms were crossed atop your chest, your knees tucking in to bend in front of them as you literally held yourself together. You could feel yourself leaking from between your legs, pussy twitching and itchy for any kind of attention you could get. “P-Please, Keigo,” you whimpered, your hands slowly trailing down your biceps, a palm clutching your own breast, thumb rubbing over the stiff nipple that stood out from beneath your hero suit.

Hawks couldn’t stand still for another second— the sound of his name from your lips too arousing, too intimate— he was on his knees before you in a flash. Both of you moaned as his lips slotted over yours, not a moment to spare as your body unfurled and wrapped around his frame, pulling him flush against yourself. His tongue pushed into your mouth, the tip twirling with yours and gliding against the back of your teeth.

Lost in the pleasure of his mouth on yours, your hands wandered over his shoulders, his chest, one taking root in his silky, fine hair. You could smell his aftershave wafting off his cheeks, the stubble on his chin tickling you as he began to kiss and nip at your jaw. He was insatiable, and so were you— your hands groping and wandering all over each other. Neither of you could get enough. 

You couldn’t believe that this was really happening, in the middle of this secluded, public alleyway, during your patrol as heroes— figures that the citizens of your city looked up to, no less. Yet you couldn’t find a shit to give, and Hawks had abandoned all sense of rationality the moment you dared to cry out for him. He didn’t seem to mind the public setting, for he didn’t harbor a shred of hesitance as he swatted your hand away from your chest. His own palm squeezed your breast as he suckled on your throat, making his first of many marks that would grace your skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you against the brick wall, your body snug between his firm torso and the roughness of the bricks at your back. His face trailed further south, his absence at your neck leaving your saliva-covered skin to prickle with cold. But you weren’t left pining for more long— his teeth gripping onto your nipple through your shirt, kissing and sucking at your covered chest as his hands careened down your waist, cupping your ass and lifting you off your feet just enough for your toes to drag across the pavement.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Hawks sunk to his knees, folding your legs over his shoulders and pressing his face into the apex between your thighs. His strong arms flexed as he held you up against the wall, your legs twitching as he pressed a line of kisses into your skin. Somehow you managed to wriggle out of your bottoms, your soaked panties now on full display for the winged hero, who only groaned at the sight before his tongue began to lather at the front of the material, right over your aching slit.

You felt itchy, itchier than you’d ever been before, your cunt pulsing and squeezing around nothing as you tried to wiggle your hips closer to his mouth. “H-Hawks,” you gasped as his teeth pinched the cloth, pulling it back and letting go, just to watch it snap against your drooling center.

“No, no, little bird,” he murmured sinisterly, taking a second to rub his nose along your slit, smirking at the clearly visible line of wetness that had soaked through the material. The teasing was torture, your body screaming for him to touch you again, for even more this time.

You cut him off, too impatient for his games. “Please touch me,” you begged, breath ragged in your chest.

Golden eyes turned to slits as he grit his teeth, fighting himself not to just whip out his cock and thrust into you right then and there. “If you’re gonna beg, do it properly. I wanna hear my name, dove.”

You couldn’t handle another second of agony; everything felt like it was on fire, every inch of you ready to be used, destroyed at his disposal. “Please fuck me— I— please Keigo, I need you so bad, I can’t stand it anymore!”

Hawks grinned as he ripped your panties off your body, the splitting of the seams shocking you into looking down at him. If anything, the ferocious action only turned you on even more than before, and you screamed out as his tongue immediately wove into your tight little hole. Your entire body shook as his hot muscle slithered in and out of you, alternating between tracing your entrance and rubbing against your slick, gummy walls.

There was nothing you could do but bask in the euphoria he was giving you, your jaw falling open as his tongue retracted and he wrapped his lips around your clit instead. Your eyes slammed shut, moans escaping you as your fingers delved into those bronze locks, fisting them as you ground against his face. His chin rubbed against your weeping entrance, and Hawks found himself wishing he had two tongues, so he could lap up the delicious slick that poured out of your gushing hole.

But it stopped all too soon, a sob choking out of you when he stopped satiating you with his mouth. His hand guided one of your thighs off his shoulder, placing your foot on the pavement and giving your shaking limb an encouraging squeeze before he took his hand away. His slanted eyes locked with yours as he brought his hand to his mouth, teeth securing the edge of his glove and ripping the accessory off, revealing his long, slender fingers to your lustful gaze. The hero then crumpled the leather into a tight ball, extending his arm up to your face and pressing it against your lips.

“Can’t have my dove making too much noise now, can I?” he mumbled, a feathered brow quirking up to give him a classic, mischievous look. “Too noisy and we’ll have to cut our fun short.”

At that you shyly opened your mouth, allowing him to press the glove past your lips. Once it was secure, his thumb brushed over your cheek as he grinned, his fingers then sliding down to pinch at your nipples. You moaned at the sensation, the leather glove in your mouth muffling the noise almost completely.

Hawks’ smile only broadened at that, leaning forward to take your clit into his mouth again. Your hips bucked against him, the thigh over his shoulder curling tighter and pressing him closer to you. It felt good— so incredibly good to have his tongue entertaining your pearl of nerves, lathering and swirling it, even using his teeth to graze against it. Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers around your leg dug into your flesh, his other hand squishing at your chest before trailing down your waist, then down your thigh.

Suddenly his fingers were toying with your entrance, your slick stringing as he spread his fingers, golden gaze eagerly drinking up the sight of your arousal. Oh, how he’d longed for the day he could finally do this to his sweet little sidekick— to be able to lick and kiss and nip at your most sensitive parts, only to hear you moan and whine his name, gasping for more. It was even better that his glove was shoved into your mouth, muting your saccharine voice just enough so that no one else could hear you— your noises of pleasure were his and only his to hear, to soak up, and indulge in.

You cried out as two digits slipped inside of you, your wetness never having been so overt in your life. The extra slick dripped down the tops of your thighs, your pussy shamelessly slobbering for the man currently knelt between your legs. Your velvet walls sucked his fingers deeper inside, milking them as your cunt clenched uncontrollably, his tongue relentlessly lashing against your swollen clit. Hawks’ fingers pumped into you steadily, sheathing and pulling out just the first two knuckles into your waiting hole time and time again. The movements initially were slow, as if testing the waters. But after a few exploratory thrusts, he pushed the digits inside of you as far as he could, curling them toward himself and prodding your spongy walls.

He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop— you tasted too damn delicious, and his cock was leaking into his briefs at the premise of being inside you, your stifled sounds only adding fuel to the fire in his stomach. Your body was beginning to show signs of near-orgasm, and it only made him more excited to see you so reactive for him. Your eyes were shut tight, fingers pulling on his golden tresses so tightly he could feel his mind practically spinning. And your legs were trembling, almost so badly that he wondered if you were going to collapse on top of him at any moment.

You whimpered as his hand switched angles, the very tips of his fingers rubbing right against the most sensitive spot inside of you. Hawks noticed your body twitch, even though you tried your best to keep your reaction a secret to him, ashamed to already be so close to cumming. But the winged hero was feeling anything but shame— pressing his fingers into that spot again and again, savoring how your cries became louder underneath his glove in your mouth, your limbs quivering against his skin. You tried to warn him, your thigh squeezing tight around his shoulder, your fingers lacing even tighter into his hair, spine stiffening.

Hawks seemed to know what was coming, for his fingers began flicking back and forth inside of you, stimulating that soft, spongy spot that made stars blur at the corners of your vision. Your toes curled tight inside your boots, tears pooling between your eyelashes, your body feeling as though it was trapped inside an elevator surging toward the thousandth floor of a skyscraper. The tension was building, building, oh it was so close— you could practically see the heavenly, orgasmic light shining just before you, and then—

He pulled back.

Had his glove not been occupying your mouth, your whine of anguish would have echoed off the stone walls of the alleyway, your body slumping into his arms in complete dejection. Your brows were furrowed in torment, wondering how in the world Hawks had the strength to pull away from you when you were in such a state— you were practically imploring for his attention, body so hot and willing that you’d let him do anything he could possibly want to you.

You were too lost mourning the lost orgasm to notice Hawks haphazardly shoving his pants down, pulling his black, tight shirt halfway up his abs. His cock sprang up from its confines, his eyes just slits as he focused his gaze on your dripping cunt, still twitching in misery from his teasing torture. You only realized you were being maneuvered once it was too late— he had dropped the leg that had previously rested on his shoulder, instead taking the other and pushing it to press up against the wall, his fingers digging into your thigh. He was upright now, teeth taking the tip of your ear hostage as he rutted his heavy cock against your saturated slit.

Fresh waves of lust rippled through your body, your bones turning cold with white-hot anticipation. You could feel everything— his member sliding against your entrance, gliding against you from head to base, even the veins decorating his shaft as they brushed against your aching core.

Hawks’ breath was heavy in your ear, but that only made you want him more. It was the only physical sign that he was just as affected as you; the soft groan falling from his lips as you bucked against him was proof enough of that. Yet somehow he staved off from thrusting into you, despite your pussy coating his whole length in your slippery love syrup.

You tried to complain, but the glove between your lips jumbled any words into a muted mess.

He seemed to be amused by your efforts, his honey gaze seizing yours. “If I take that out for you, do you promise you’ll be a good little dove for me? Can’t have you singing too loud, alright?” His words were music to your ears, and you quickly nodded your head, eager to prove yourself to him. But he didn’t move a muscle; only his tongue wandered out to swipe across his bottom lip, which then disappeared between his teeth. His eyes darted south, and before yours could follow suit, he pushed inside you to the hilt.

You screamed as he forced your elastic walls to stretch around him, the thickness of his cock taking you by surprise. Intense pleasure burst into your body as he pulled out halfway, sheathing himself back inside almost immediately. Hawks’ eyes were shut tight, savoring the way your cunt hugged him so perfectly. Already you were milking him, and he knew there was no way he could last.

It didn’t matter, really, because the instant his hand slid down your pelvis and his fingers began to toy with your clit, you were gone. Instantly that intense pressure built just like it had before, for a split second it was all you could feel. And then you were crashing through your orgasm, his name the only thing on your brain. You called it out again and again, ecstasy zipping through your veins and toward the intense heat that the villain’s quirk had produced. The sensations clashed in a fiery explosion, your entire body straining as you did your best to handle the pleasure, your pussy wringing tight around Hawks’ cock.

Hawks gasped, his head falling to your shoulder at the intensity— at the snugness of your cunt like a vice around him, at the sound of your muffled cries for him, at the way your body trembled in his hands. He didn’t wait long, though, for after the initial shock of your orgasm arriving, his hips began to ruthlessly smack against yours. His grip was now tight on your body, fingernails digging little crescents into the skin of your thigh and your asscheek, which he pulled back to slide himself even deeper inside of you.

Your head smacked against the brick as it fell backwards, the pleasure flowing endlessly through your entire body. It was only then that Hawks bothered to take his glove from between your lips, and you immediately gasped for the sweet rush of air that filled your mouth. Small noises of content slithered out of you with every crash of his hips against you, impossible for you to silence the constant “hah” and “yes”’es. Not that Hawks seemed to really mind— in fact, he was eating up every sweet noise that left your throat, cherishing the cute, dazed look on your face as he pummeled your tight little cunt with his fat cock.

It was wrong to be this attracted to his sidekick, he knew. But maybe that was why it felt so fucking good, too— the forbidden, unspoken attraction that hung between the pair of you like a heavy shadow whenever you were together. The line had been crossed, and god, was the grass greener on the other side. If this was what being with you felt like, he didn’t want to go back. He couldn’t— he’d tasted your sweet ambrosia and he could never push you away again. You were pouring life into him as you took his cock so perfectly, and he could feel nothing but euphoria as he slammed your cunt onto himself again and again.

His release was building, but goddamn it, he was gonna hold out for as long as he could. He was gonna make you feel as good as he possibly could, and hopefully it was something that could mirror the intense bliss that you were giving him. From the way your irises rolled back in your skull, your nails gripping into his muscles tightly as your jaw hung ajar, his name slipping through your lips every other thrust— he guessed he was doing a pretty good job.

Meanwhile your brain was nearly liquefying in your skull, the aftershocks of your orgasm still stinging your bones with pleasure. Hawks never let you come down from your high, and he was doing a damn good job at keeping you on cloud nine— his hand holding up your thigh so he had a better angle to continue drilling into that sweet, springy spot inside of you. His wings began to flutter and stretch behind him, flapping gently with each swing of his hips. It felt so good that you could barely keep yourself from screaming for him, from letting the entire city know that it was him who was fucking you so good.

“K-Keigo,” you choked, a tear sliding down your cheek. Hawks moaned at the sound of his name on your voice, leaning forward to lick up the saline bead before he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a shocking contrast to how hard he was pounding into you just a short distance south. “Feels so— agh! fuck— good, oh my goddd.”

Hawks nipped at your throat, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became more shallow, his pace beginning to falter. “You like my cock, dove?” he growled, chest heaving as that intense pressure started to build in his stomach. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ wet for me— T-Tight! Hah, shit— s’too fuckin’ good baby.”

You could only moan at his words, cunt clenching down on him on its own accord. Hawks gasped at the feeling, teeth sinking into your throat as the heat of the quirk clashed with the heightened tension in his abdomen. The collision of the two sensations proved to be too much for the winged hero to handle, a groan rumbling his throat as he painted your insides white with ribbons of cum, his wings unfurling and each individual feather quivering in sheer ecstasy. His body shook, muscles taut as he emptied himself into your dripping cunt, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he gasped for breath.

The heat from your bodies began to dwindle, the villain’s quirk exiting your systems and rendering the two of you boneless, breathless, and satisfied like never before. It suddenly dawned on you that you were in the middle of an alleyway, the cool spring breeze touseling Hawks’ blonde hair before your eyes. He was still wrapped around you, trying to catch his breath as his cock continued to throb against your silken walls. The pair of you stood still against the brick wall, the fact that you’d just crossed such a serious line with your closest coworker setting in. There was a sense of dread that began to bloom in your chest, your suppressed feelings for the hero unleashed and thriving, now more than ever.

Before you could overthink for another second, Hawks pulled back, warm golden eyes peering into yours. “I gotta say, dove,” he murmured, a hand coming to cup your jaw and stroke his thumb across your skin, “that was definitely the best quirk I’ve ever been hit with on the job.”

You chuckled at that, the weight of the situation instantly lightening up as you gave him a slow nod of agreement. Your heart began to beat quickly as you gathered the courage to take it a step further than his confession. “I’m glad it was with you,” you replied quietly, meekly averting your gaze to the side.

Hawks hummed, thumbing over your cheek again as a smile rose to his lips. He pressed his mouth to yours again, fingers creeping into your hair as he pulled your face close to his. This kiss was unlike any you shared before, conveying only a sweetness, fondness even— a comforting reciprocation. You smiled against his lips, too, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back, your fear dissipating as fast as it had come.

“I’m glad, too,” Hawks mumbled between your kisses, pulling away to quirk a brow at you playfully. “Can you imagine if I was with Endeavor instead?” he made the both of you laugh before leaning in to press his lips against yours again, the image of the serious, number one hero and your coworker in such a situation too hilarious not to laugh. But just as you started to deepen the kiss, he couldn’t resist throwing in the punchline he’d set up.

“I’d be a damn rotisserie chicken by now.”

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Lee Sangyeon - Captive

cop! Sangyeon x crime boss! fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dubious consent, slight degradation, sub!Sangyeon

Submissive Sangyeon is a kink I never knew I had. JK I definitely have a thing for turning dominant-seeming men into little darling subbies. Welp, I hope you enjoy this filth I put together in 3 hours.

Sangyeon's an undercover cop trying to bust you and your crew. Things don't go entirely according to plan.

Sangyeon awoke with a start, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His wrists are chained to the wall and he is completely naked except for his underwear. He starts to get angry, shaking his chains to try to loosen them.

"You'd best not do that, officer. One wrong move and it'll cut off your blood circulation." A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the darkness and Sangyeon whips his head around, trying to find you. A light turns on, and dimly illuminates your figure. Sangyeon growls and tugs at his restraints again.

"Let me go," Sangyeon growled. "Or you're gonna regret it." You laugh airily. "Actually I think you're going to regret it if I let you go." His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Darling, if you leave, you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun," you bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Don't touch me," he spits. You shrug nonchalantly, walking back to the table.

"Fine. I won't touch you." You retrieve a vibrator and walk back towards him with a devilish grin. Sangyeon widens his eyes in horror at what you're wielding and begins to protest.

"No, no stop, what are you- ahh!" He yelps as you press the vibrator into his cockhead that's leaking through his tight, white briefs. The wet patch of fabric that has turned translucent grows as Sangyeon gushes more precum from the stimulation. He thrashes around, chains clanging as he begs for you to stop. You ignore his cries and continue to run the vibrator up and down his impressive length.

You pull away the vibrator for a moment and watch as he bucks his hips forward, chasing that delicious sensation. You laugh, slapping him on the thigh, which elicits a pained moan. "You keep telling me to stop, but it seems like you don't actually want me to. Make up your mind, silly officer."

You continue to mock him by pressing the vibrator against his cock for a second, then removing it, and repeating it over and over until he actually starts terafully whining in frustration. You laugh at his misery, sneering at him, "Big, scary officer turning into a whiny little bitch? Pathetic." You take away the vibrator and grab his balls harshly, making him howl in pain.

You grope him through his drenched briefs and he starts to welcome the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He hates that he enjoys being tortured by you, a criminal he had sworn to take down, but he can't deny that you were hot, and that this situation was wonderfully wrong on so many levels. But since he was trapped here, might as well enjoy it right?

Sangyeon snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you switch the vibrator on with a click. He looks down at your devilish smirk and watches as you pull the waistband of his briefs open, only to shove the vibrator into his underwear, right between his balls and cock, before snapping the elastic back into place. His whole body jolts and he starts trembling from the intense stimulation in such a sensitive area.

The chains around his wrists clang as he thrashes around, hips canting up wildly, desperate for release. You stand back to admire your masterpiece. He's flushed red all over, teary eyes screwed shut, drool spilling from his lips as he shamelessly moaned, toes curling in pleasure. He's calling your name, begging you for something, anything. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, all he knows is that he wants is to cum.

And he does, spilling hot semen into his soaked briefs, some of it spurting through the fabric and landing on the floor with the force of his orgasm. He screams in pain and pleasure as the vibrations continue to overstimulate him and his blushing cock just keeps pulsing out more and more cum. He begs you to make it stop, knees nearly buckling from exhaustion.

You pretend to think for a moment, and you decide to give a him a little break. You walk over to him and wrench the vibrator from his ruined underwear and switch it off. He sobs in relief and his body goes slack, slinking against the wall, panting harshly. You look at the cum that's covering the head of the vibrator, and dip your tongue in it to taste. You hum at the bittersweet taste of your archenemy, the man who had made the past few months so difficult for you, ruining every operation you tried to initiate.

You continue to lick his cum off the vibrator as you bask in your victory. You finally broke him. You adored how small and pathetic he looked after just one round of torture playtime. He hung his head in shame, body still twitching occasionally with aftershocks from his orgasm. You take your panties off, which had been getting progressively wetter as you were extremely aroused by watching Sangyeon come undone.

You walk over to him and undo his chains, making him fall to the ground on his knees. He looks up at you in surprise, his dark brown orbs filled with confusion. You grip his hair harshly and he whines, as you slowly hitch up the bottom of your dress, exposing your slick folds. He licks his lips nervously, his confusion slowly turning into excitement. He eyes your pussy and glances back up to meet your intense gaze.

"You didn't think we're actually done, did you? Why do you get to cum and I don't?" You smile sinisterly down at him. He gulps, readying himself for what's to come. Somewhere along the way he lost his inhibitions and was overcome with the desire to please you. He calls your name in a whisper. Your smile widens, and his chest swells. He wants to see you smile more. He wants to impress you. He wants to pleasure you.

You move to stand over him, legs spread and your pussy dripping tantalizingly before his eyes. You nod at him, and he dives in to lick at your folds ravenously, as if the sweet taste of your juices would quench the burning thirst within him. You let out a moan, gripping his sweaty locks even tighter, pushing his face into your cunt. He sucks hard on your clit, he kisses your folds, he thrusts his tongue into your tight hole and makes a filthy mess, complete with wet, squelching sounds.

You grind onto his face as he continues to tongue-fuck you, breathy moans spilling from your own lips. His hands come up to grab your ass, pulling you impossibly closer so he can thrust his tongue deeper into you. You feel a familiar sensation building in your tummy and pull him away, a line of spit trailing from his lips to your clit.

He looks up at you, dazed. Was he not doing well enough? Before he could ask, you push him down to lay on his back and rip his briefs off and start pumping his half-hard cock. He was getting aroused again just by making out with your pussy and you smile at the thought. You rub your folds up and down his length, slicking him up with your juices. He watches you in excitement, hands coming up to rest on your waist. He guides you to seat yourself on his dick, both of you moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight, wet heat.

Once he bottomed out, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepts hungrily. "Make me cum," you commanded him simply. He begins to thrust up into you, and you bounce on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway each time. The sounds of moans and wet skin slapping fill the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. He groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and he pulls you down so he can suck on your nipples. He's got one hand on your ass and the other is groping your tits and pinching your nipples.

You moan loudly at the pinches, licks and twists he's giving to your hard nipples, loving the way your body makes him go cross-eyed in pleasure. He's moaning intermittently around your breasts too, his hips continuously pistoning into your pussy once he'd found that sweet spot. He mumbles that he's getting close again, and you wrap a hand around his throat.

"Make me cum first, then you can cum inside me." He nods furiously, giving his all into fucking you, chasing both your orgasms. You let him take control of the pace, burying your face in his neck as he pounds into you, breathlessly chanting your name in praises. Fuck you feel so good, so tight and wet, you're driving me crazy, my cock feels like it'll burst, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise and you scream in pleasure, choking Sangyeon unintentionally. His hips stutter and he cums for the second time that night, the pressure around his throat pushing him over the limit. He grinds up into you, filling you up with his seed. He moans lowly as he rides his orgasm out with you, holding you close.

The room is silent, save for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. He kisses you on your shoulder with a dazed, fucked out look on his face, and you stifle a giggle. You stroke his hair as a means of assuring him that he did well, before getting up and off his dick. Your dress was soaked with sweat and his cum dribbled out of your abused cunt and down your thighs. Your knees were a little wobbly but you managed to stand in your high heels.

You start to walk away and he panickedly calls after you, legs too jelly to even attempt to stand. You shoot him a look over your shoulder, calling out "It was fun, you did so well. Unfortunately that's all for tonight." He scrambles to sit up, but you're already too far away for him to crawl after. He's protesting and spluttering in panic as you give him a little wave before slamming the door shut, leaving him alone in the darkness, covered in sweat and filth.

As you walk away, you hear him wail in despair, and you smirk triumphantly. Serves you right, officer.

[ozarkthedog]

Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard D***

Summary: After a Welcome Home party, you get stuck in a uncompromising position and Chris can’t seem to help himself.

Pairings: Drunk!Chris Evans x Drunk!Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Intoxication. Swearing. Slight Degradation. Confined Spaces. Anal Play.

Word Count: 2,236

A/N: This idea popped into my head and it was so silly I just couldn’t help but write it. I tried to have his “Drunk” state come across hence all the slurring words. Hope it’s not that annoying to read! This drunk Boston boy has “mah” heart. 💙 

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Energetic music, copious amounts of liquor and sounds of splashing from the pool filled the dusky sky as the ‘Welcome Home’ party was in full swing on this humid August night.

Chris was finally home after 3 months away and what better than to throw a little bash. Friends and family were sprawled out over the backyard of Chris’ Concord house laughing and carrying on as you sipped on your wine.

You swirled the tart liquid around your tongue and leaned against a patio chair, watching as Dodger ran around with the younger kids. Their screams of enjoyment sounded noisily as they ran from the mutt.

“Get ‘em Bubba!” You heard Chris yell from across the yard.

Beer in hand, cap on backwards and dancing like a fool. Your boy was home.

Warmth filled your belly as you watched him laugh and play a yard game with a few of his friends, all yelling with excitement when someone got the small sack in the hole.

He caught your eyes from across the lush backyard and held it with a sly stare. He licked his lips lewdly knowing what it’d do to you.

You shook your head and drank down the rest of your wine, trying not to get too worked up. There would be plenty of time for that tonight, you smirked to yourself as the pleasant haze of the liquor settled in your belly.

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After a while, the party started to dwindle. You and Chris gave hugs and bid goodbyes as the night came to a close.

For a moment, you and Chris just stared at one another on the slate patio. A days’ worth of playful glances coming to a head.

You smoothed down your light summer dress, unsure of what to do now that you were finally alone after so much time apart.

The alcohol made his face flush a few shades lighter than the red t-shirt he wore which made him endearing even though his eyes were darkening by the minute.

The amount of lust that radiated off the two of you was hostile, but you pushed it aside as you peered over the various empty beer bottles and half eaten food platters.

“Ugh, we should clean this up.” You picked up an empty beer can before tossing it back onto the table with a laugh.

“Nah, let’s do it tomorrow.” Chris suggested, stalking over to you.

Your breathing escalated as his face held a serious expression despite the slight slurring, “I wanna fuck mah Girl right now.”

You giggled nervously at his tone. The alcohol made everything seem way too funny, but his intense stare had your core clenching.

You knew what would happen if he got his hands on you and you wanted to draw out the yearning just a little bit longer.

“Only if you can catch me!” You shout, before running away like the drunken idiot you were.

You ran up the steps of the patio as carefully as your inebriated self could and crawled through the small dog door Chris had installed for Dodger a year ago.

Halfway through, you heard Chris’s muffled, hysterical laughter through the door. You knew he was doubling over in a fit, which allowed you to more time to crawl through the narrow opening.

You were in the clear as you pushed on the balls of your toes, shimmying your lower half through when suddenly, “OOF!”

Your hips collided with the casing of the small pet door. You started laughing at what a silly idea this was until you moved to pull back and your upper body catches on the frame.

You try again but the door nudges against your armpits causing your arms to flail out in front of you on the den floor.

“Oh, fuck! Chris! I’m stuck!” You yell frantically, kicking your feet on the slate patio.

You try to push yourself through even though you knew your hips were too wide. The small plastic door thumping against your head with every jostle.

“What!?” Chris shouts, incredulously.

 “I’m stuck!” You scream into the empty room as he kneels down next to your torso less frame. 

“Are yah serious?”

“What do you think?!”

Chris busts out laughing again, falling to his hands on the patio. His abs hurt as he tries to stop laughing when you let out a number of swears.

He coughs away the laughter and lays a hand on your lower back. “Ok. Ok. Ok. Ya’ll will be fine. We’ll get yah loose.” He slurred, calming you down through the door.

His hands cover your hips and pulled only to have your armpits halt his actions. “I already tried that you, Meatball.” The buzz from the wine still flowing through your veins.

“What are we going to do?” You utter, finishing with a hiccup.

“I’ll get my tools. But first…” His deep, quiet voice alerted you.

“What is it?” You asked anxiously, thinking one of your friends was coming up the driveway. You’d be mortified if they found you like this.

But then a warm hand slid down the curve of your ass and settled on the top of your hamstring. 

“I’m gonna have some fun.” Chris declared with a playful tone.

Your eyes go wide when you feel him flip your summer dress over your hips and press his growing hard on against your ass. The dark jeans rubbed against your ass with every languid thrust.

“Chris! You can’t!” You shriek upon realizing his intentions.

“Who says? Look at mah girl on all fours, ripe fa the takin’.” His eyes are glassy and ravenous as he grinds against your heat, the thin panties doing nothing to hide your quickly growing arousal.

Your mouth goes slack and eyes flutter when you feel him straining through his jeans. Heady lust swarms your system, taking control regardless of the uncompromising position.

“Looks like someone is enjoyin’ being stuck.” He rasped, unzipping his jeans and sliding his cock head across the soaked material of your panties.

He pulls the drenched thong to the side, groaning when he sees how ready you are. “What a fuckin’ pretty pussy.” He bends down, swiping his tongue threw your folds eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.

You slam a hand onto the floor as he prods your core with long licks and lewd slurps. “God, I missed yah taste.” He confessed and nuzzled his face back into your heat. The way his beard scratched over your thighs made your back arch, giving him better access.

Your tight opening clenched when he poked his tongue into your core, thrusting the strong muscle in and out with quick jabs before going lower.

He flicked at your clit with hard swipes causing your belly to somersault. Frantic gasps bounce off the den walls with every stroke forcing your pleasure to mount rapidly.

Just as your bliss was about to peak, Chris pulled back with a slick covered smirk. “Nawt so fast, Sweetheart.”

You whined your frustration and laid your head on the cool flooring. You wiggled your hips in the air desperate for any friction and heard him snicker before he smacked your wandering behind with a heavy thud.

“I ain’t felt this cunt in months.” He stated with a deep growl, rubbing his pulsing crown through your inner lips.

His nails scratch the swell of your naked ass, “And yah only cummin’ when my cock is buried deep inside yah.”

You bit your lip knowing what was coming. The intense energy was palpable all night and it was only a matter of time before you two met in a tangle of limbs.

Chris lines up and ever so slowly pushes into your wanton core.

Your smothering heat enveloped his cock as he split you open with a gravely groan. “Fuck.”

Your head sagged between your arms as you felt your walls stretch around his girth. It’d been too long; you’d forgotten just how big he was. A high pitched mewl slipped from your throat, nails scratching at the floor when he finally bottomed out.

The base of his cock spreading you just a bit more around him. “God, yah cunt is choking the life outta me.”

He pulls back slowly before thrusting all the way in. Your cervix swirls around his bulbous tip making him grunt and grasp your hips with a harsh grip.

The animalistic urge to claim diminished when he felt your walls squeeze around his veiny thickness. His hips bumped against your ass with every stroke lightly knocking your hips against the door. 

You mewled when he parted your cheeks, spreading your pussy even wider for him.

“So many nights I took myself in mah hand picturin’ this sweet, little pussy.” His brows pinch in pleasure hearing your muffled cries of rapture through the door.

“I couldn’t get off hard enough knowin’ I wasn’t balls deep inside yah fillin’ yah with my cum.” His admission made your belly tighten. The knot so close to snapping as his hips shoved into your soaked heat with fervor.

His secure hold on your hips slips from the sweat tainting your skin. He smooths his fallen hand over your ass, spreading it open and exposing your asshole.

Your breath catches when you feel him spit onto your exposed hole, thumbing his saliva around as it clenched under his touch. The groan he let out when he watched your tight ring spasm beneath his thumb was sinful.

You whimpered into the flooring with every thrust of his cock as he teases your puckered rim. “I could finally take this untouched hole and there wouldn’t be anythin’ yah could do to stop me.” Your pussy convulsed around his length at the ominous threat.

“Chris…” Your body arched under his assault when he circled your rim with a meticulous touch.

You lock down with a vice like grip on his length as he drives your orgasm head on. You slap at the flooring and shout out your release all over his meaty cock.

He growls in admiration, “Look at the mess yah made all over me, yah naughty girl.”

He snapped his hips hard causing you to yelp out in painful pleasure, your cervix taking the brunt of each shove. The torturous pain ebbed and flowed with the bliss he was forcing on your worn-out body. Tremors ran up your spine as he pummeled you into another orgasm so close behind the first.

“Wish I could see yah face, bet yah look so wrecked takin’ mah cock.”

He let out a surprised groan as you came around him again, mewling nonsense and shrill yelps from behind the door.

“Fuck! Cumming on mah dick outside where anyone could see.” He smacked your ass eliciting a pained gasp from your lips.

He picked up speed, thrusting into you with a punishing pace intent on driving you to another orgasm with his on the precipice.

Chris gathers some of your cum and drags it around your asshole, making it shine with slick. Your eyes rolled back when he tenderly pushed his thumb into you, feeling his cock pass by through the thin tissue with every shove.

“God, yah so pretty bent over with yah holes filled to the brim.”

He grits, feeling you clench around his girth and frantically calling out for him.

“Come on, cum on mah cock one more time. Give me that sweet cunt.” His thumb pulls on the side your hole, making you feel the stretch and forces your orgasm to explode through your core. Both your holes tighten as you cum, dragging Chris along with you.

His hips slam into yours rapidly, searing pleasure burning through his veins as he cums with a growl. His seed painting your channel, soaking you with him.

He pants heavily as he leans his head on the door, “God damn, I’ve missed this.” 

You whimper from the emptiness when he pulls from your heat.

His cum slipping from your core, staining your inner thighs making you shiver.

“What a sight.”

You hear a shutter click and realize he just snapped a photo. “Chris!”

“Hey, this doesn’t happen all the time. I want somethin’ to remember this.” He slaps your ass making you jolt.

“Believe me, I will never forget this.” You utter with an embarrassed groan and shift uncomfortably on the hard slate. “Chris can you go get your tools, my knees are starting to hurt.”

“Oh fuck. Yeah, here kneel on mah shirt. I’ll be right back.” He rips his shirt off and slides it under your knees before running off to the garage.

You sighed into the floor still dumbfounded that you even though you could fit through the tiny door. The alcohol was slowing wearing off making this predicament even worse just as Chris came back. 

“Chris, are you still really drunk? Should you be working with tools right now?” You asked, leaning your face onto your hands. You really didn’t want him hurting you or himself.

Chris sat back a moment and chewed on his lip. “Yah, know... yah might be right. I only brought a hammer and I don’t think that will work.”

“Fuck.”

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, Imma call Mom she’ll know what to do.” Chris said with a smile, taking out his cell.

You hid your face in your hands with a pitiful groan knowing his family would never let you live this down.

[duskholland]

okay so... im trying to sell this the best way i can lol - how about the reader wearing a pair leggings or something, and sitting on (mob??) Tom's lap. Maybe she had been teasing him the whole day so when he can feel that she's not wearing any underwear he straight up rips a whole in the seam of the leggings so he can fill her up without it being visible... maybe someone walks in at one point?? idk i hope this makes some kind of sense. also - I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG SO MUCH

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the idea of him like...physically ripping a hole in leggings because he’s /so/ desperate…………. ughhhh. your mind. I imagined normal!tom for this, but could also work with mob!tom! I also forgot to write them getting interrupted bc I was just super in the zone, but I hope you’ll like this anyways :) nsfw 18+

extended warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, kinda dom!tom.

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You’ve been winding Tom up all day.

It’d started out slowly. Soft kisses to his chest when you’d woken up, a few light hickeys suckled up his neck, your hand palming at his boxers. When he’d gone to pull you closer, you’d thrown out an excuse and rolled out of bed, leaving him frustrated, flushed, and hard, and you’ve only grown more devious as the day passes by. It’s not that you want to torture him, you just enjoy what happens when you push Tom a little too far.

Bending over the counter and arching your back as you fix yourself a tea, brushing your hands over his shoulders whenever you pass, stretching purposefully just so your shirt rides up to show the lower band of your bralette, lacy and bold -- you do it all, and you love every second of it. You live with Tom’s friends and his brother, and they’re trapped in meetings together all day, so you know Tom’s unable to do what he really wants to do to you. Instead, you get to see his stares, his clenched jaw, and his flaring nostrils, all whilst you do your best to rile him up.

The thrill you get from teasing him builds all day, and by mid-afternoon, you’re practically quivering. After doing a final outfit change, you make your way down to Tom’s office, knowing he’s got a few hours reviewing some notes and scripts before he’s due on another conference call with the rest of the boys.

You knock on his door lightly, grinning when you hear him call out a brief, “Come in!”

He’s sitting behind his desk, a grumpy frown stitched to his lips as he pours over documents. When he glances up at you, some of the tension in his face dissipates, but only for a moment. Tom growls, his expression shifting from irritation to frustration, and he immediately sits up a little straighter.

“You little minx,” he says, pushing his chair back from the desk. His eyes glint almost black, watching as you leisurely make your way over to him, swinging your hips as you go. “I know what you’ve been doing all day.”

You bite your lip, shrugging innocently. “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about, Tom. Are you feeling okay?”

He grunts, rubbing both hands over his thighs invitingly. “C’mere,” he mutters, greedy eyes taking you in. “You don’t get to act all coy.”

You fall down into his lap, straddling his thighs as your hands go up to his shoulders. Tom wraps his arms around you and pulls you in as close as possible, causing you to grin when you feel his firm cock pushing up into you.

“Have you been that hard all day?” You tease, pouting at him.

Tom gives the slightest nod.

“Yes,” he grunts. “Your fucking fault.”

He kisses you then, a hard collision of teeth and lips and tongues. There’s a force behind it that hasn’t come out in a while, and you moan as you feel the heat. It isn’t slick or neat in the slightest, but you enjoy it. Tom’s hurried and desperate, and it makes you feel powerful as his hands roam all over your figure, grabbing fistfuls of your back, your hips, your ass. When he reaches your bum and the very thin pair of leggings you’d slipped into just to tease him, he breaks away from the kiss, panting.

“Don’t tell me you’re completely bare under these,” Tom says, mouth against your lips. His fingers run around your waist, then trace the curves of your ass, and you know he’s realised the smoothness means you’ve gone without panties.

“Felt a bit bad about teasing you so much,” you coo. “Thought I’d make it easy for you.”

The noise Tom releases in response to that information is hot enough that it makes your centre throb, and you find yourself whimpering when he dips his hands between your legs.

“Sit up a bit, darling,” he murmurs, briefly moving his hands to tug at your waist. You sit up on your shins, holding his shoulders for support, and watch, slightly perplexed, as Tom’s hands disappear between your legs. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes rippling with dark lust as he meets yours. “Such a fucking tease,” he murmurs. Without any further hesitation, you hear a loud tearing sound, and your eyes widen as you watch Tom rip your leggings at the crotch. The cheap seam bursts easily, and you whimper again as he makes the hole bigger, his movements fast and eager.

“Tom,” you whine, your heart beating heavily in your chest. You’d just wanted to rile him up, never expected to see him this frenzied. Yet, it’s a huge turn on -- shown evidently by the way he easily slips two fingers into your cunt, your tight heat wet with arousal.

“I don’t think you feel bad about teasing me, love,” Tom grunts. He’s fast with his hands, curling his digits into you and stimulating your g-spot with each thrust of his slender fingers. He pushes the thumb of his other hand into your mouth, forcing you to suck on it as he fucks your heat. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you? You get off on this. Walking around all day, teasing me like a spoilt brat.” He chuckles when you moan, the sound muffled by his finger in your mouth. “You walk around like you’re an angel, but we both know what you really want.”

He spends a few further moments with his thumb in your mouth before slowly pulling it out and bringing the pad down to fondle your clit. You jerk in his lap, fire twisting in your core as you feel him coax you towards a high.

“Oh, you’re not going to cum yet, are you, darling?” He asks, blinking up at you with a devilish expression on his face. He smirks as he slips his fingers from you. “As if.” He breaks to chuckle and then presses a brief kiss to the pout on your lips. “Get my cock out and then you can ride me. You don’t deserve it, but I do.”

Eager to oblige, you reach down and tug Tom’s cock free from beneath the waistband of his grey sweats. After licking your palm a few times, you slowly stroke his length, paying particular attention to his weeping tip with your thumb and the long curved vein that runs down the side of his cock. Tom groans, tossing his head back as his hands grab at your ass, his face slowly flushing.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Get on me, babe. Please. I can’t wait any longer, g’nna bust so fucking fast if you keep that up.”

Smirking softly, you kiss his cheek as you sit straighter. You deposit light kisses all the way back to his lips, and you have his tongue in your mouth as you reach down and guide his cock into you. The hole in your leggings is wide enough to grant him complete access, and you both moan as you take him, fully.

“Shit,” you whimper, your forehead dropping to his shoulder. You start to ride him, quickly picking up pace as you enjoy the feeling of your cunt adjusting to him. Tom’s hands weigh down your hips, urging you on as he grunts too. “You’re so big, Tom, fuck. Feels so good.”

“Mmm, you like it, don’t you?” His voice is thick, pulled tight with arousal. “Such a needy little thing.” He breaks off, eyes watching the way you ride him, your eyelids drooping shut, your jaw half-slack. “That’s it. Make me cum, love. Make me fill you up. I deserve it, after all the teasing you’ve pulled all day, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” you whimper. He’s got one of his hands back on your clit, and the sensations pulsing out from your bud coupled with the way the tip of his cock rubs up against your g-spot with each of your bounces feels like heaven. “Want you to fill me up, Tom, please. Let me feel you.” You grip at his shoulders. “Mark me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me.”

Tom curses, and when he starts to angle his hips to thrust up and meet each of your movements, you find yourself flying over the edge. It’s hard to tell who peaks first, but you can feel him pulsing as he shoots his load into you, in sync with the way your walls clench around him. Your lips find your way back to his, and it’s messy as you both pant together, your hips moving until both of you have finished. You stay seated on him, his cock plugging you to the hilt, and Tom pushes his forehead to yours even as your mouths fall apart.

“Fucking hell, love,” he murmurs, causing you to smile. “What got into you today?”

You shrug. “Just wanted to have some fun,” you admit. “You liked it.”

Tom nods, his hands briefly running over your waist. “I did. Sorry about your leggings, though.”

“Worth it,” you say.

Your boyfriend chuckles. “Definitely.”

[indianamoonshine]

Strawberry | Chapter 13 | Common Tongue

Summary: This chapter is titled after a Hozier song. Take that as you will.

Rating: M. If I see anyone minor interacting with this or hear of anyone reading it, I will block your ass.

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“I’m a virgin,” you had said to him one night.

It meant nothing.

It meant nothing because, to him, you were the same with or without having slept with someone. Din knew that - had you chose him - it would be an honor. He would think no differently of you either way, and that even if the two of you never had sex, he was glad to have met you.

Now he thinks he may be addicted.

Part of him really wishes that you hadn’t gone this far; that the innocence would have lasted until whenever it was that he forced to leave. Because now he was in over his fucking head.

Behind the shed, you’d grabbed his hand and palmed yourself against the cotton of your underwear. The song of cicadas did a humbling job of masking your little pants or the way you whimpered beneath him. And, sure, Din did everything in his power to break traditional norms, but he wasn’t going to fuck you behind a shed for the first time. His heart broke when he separated himself from you and you whined underneath your breath in protest.

“Come on,” he huffed, lungs attempting to keep up. “Let’s go.”

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Three minutes.

That’s how long it took to run from the main house to the cabin. Three goddamned minutes was a record. You don’t recall running that fast since becoming an adult. If your high school gym teacher has witnessed the velocity in which you just sprinted, she’d be amazed.

It was good old fashioned motivation.

Fortunately, Din’s barely taken his hands off of you so he managed to catch your clumsy ass when you tripped over the lip of the front door. The two of you had chuckled against the other before he asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. You place a hand upon your cheek in feign distress. “But I think I may need to lay down…”

Your tone, which is laced with suggestive demure, has Din raising a brow. “Oh yeah?” he growls.

You nod sweetly, lips still pressed against his. “Mm hm.”

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You’re so goddamn beautiful.

When he presses you against the plushness of the sheets, he admires the way your hair fans about you and frames your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your lips plump from his kiss, the natural pout of them more pronounced now that he’s bitten and sucked at the flesh. The brilliance of your skin glows beneath the yellow light, neck joining the expanse of your bust which heaves with endurance. He kisses down your pulse point until he reaches the neck of his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

“Can I?” he whispers against the hollow of your neck, fingering the edge of the fabric.

“Yes.”

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You’ve never been this exposed to anyone other than the occasional friend (when changing) or your sisters (also when changing). It’s been so long since you’ve gone outside of yourself - into the very thick of reality - so when he asked if he could reveal you to it, the urgent “yes” surprised yourself.

Still - it’s another kind of anxiety; not violent, but in the way. When he’s stripped the shirt from your body - carefully, as though he were unwrapping a priceless antique - it’s a natural instinct to cover yourself, confident of the way you weren’t.

“Take all the time you need,” he whispers against the flesh of your neck. “I’m a patient man.”

It should’ve been enough and maybe in an alternate universe it was. Maybe that version of you threw all misogynistic beauty standards out the window into the night, but in this present day-in-age, you took a minute to go over the mental checklist. What if you weren’t to his standards? What was the situation like down there? What would you do if he wasn’t all that you decided him to be?

How long would it take to heal from that?

Before your mother died she took your hand and made you promise: I will do everything I can to feel joy, as fleeting as it may be. There are lessons to be learned. She’d made you chant it in a monkish way, as though preforming a ceremony in the sterility of a hospital room strung with cheap tinsel and a sad, plastic tree at her bedside. You’d understood what she meant then like the way a student might understand the components of Ancient Greek; not until it is utilized can its full potential make any sense at all.

The philosophers - and your mother - be onto something.

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Something like a muffled version of his name slips lazily through your lips. And while it’s dissected, pulled apart with a lazy and tense breath, it’s the first time his name has sounded poetic. Din never thought of himself this way; that his person could ever inspire such an organic response as the way you unwound beneath him. He’s laid with women before - three, he thinks - but he’s not positive he’s ever experienced a woman before.

Xian was good at what she did and she knew it; Din wasn’t oblivious to that but it lacked a certain something. The other times his body has been weaved together with another’s was faceless; just hookups he’s tried so desperately to forget. Hazy nights in which he woke up to in the morning, their backs to him, and identity indistinguishable. Eventually he just stopped trying.

It wasn’t until now with your fingers clutching at his hair that he realized how the act - the very dance itself - could be purifying. How it could wash away the very worst of similar experiences and how it made something that always felt cheap now priceless. The body is a temple, his elders would always say, and it never made any sense to him. The body is a fortress made to withstand hurricanes and torpedos. It was no place to kneel, to worship, to inspire anything other than sheer refuge.

How ironic, as kneeling was the very thing he was doing now.

Irony wasn’t the word. Fateful, he supposes, as he tastes the fruit that’s always been so forbidden to him. Your thighs clench around his head and the fingers that have been stroking his hair grip the sheets, white knuckling the starched weave, until a gasp is caught in your throat. And then there is nothing but the pressure of ignition until it crumbles around you, fizzing the air with something akin to champagne bubbles.

There is no nasally whine that follows afterwards like there always had been before you. No wild “yes!” that pollutes the air. Just the instability of a weakened chest, the grasping at air, and the delicious feel of your hand enveloping his after having pulled it from your sex.

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You weren’t a stranger to penetration though this was was with exceptions; no one had ever done anything to you with foreign or, well, domestic objects. At the age of eighteen, your friends at the time had dragged you to the building on the east end of town that never officially existed until legality said that it did. La Boudoir Rouge was the place ‘vodka aunts’ went to cure the blues, bought mysterious items, and then hid the pink bags in the back of their closets.

So, yes; sex was a foreign exchange policy you’ve never found yourself involved in, but you knew the dynamics. You’d bought equipment and even enjoyed it more than you’d initially expected. Penetration wasn’t at all strange to you.

This made it easier, you think, as Din finally slides in. There was a stretch of course, and it took you a moment to get comfortable enough to brave any movement. Din drops his forehead upon yours, letting out a strangled breath through his nose, as you struggle to come to terms with the size. He’d given off an energy but…

“It’s so big,” you gasp once he reaches the spongey part of you. It feels stupid, it falls short on a botched intake of breath, but it’s the truth.

Din’s composing himself, silent in his endeavor to mold himself within you. His arms are pressed on either side of you, body flush against yours with his pelvis meeting your pubic bone. There’s another moment of silence before he kisses at your temple.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

A smile graces your lips, though your eyes are clenched. “That’s an understatement.”

|

The pace is fast, sweat inspiring. It drips down your neck until it falls in the valley of your breasts and Din wants so badly to lick it from your skin, but he’s too distracted by the way you clench around him. It’s ironclad - it’s the best goddamn pussy he’s ever had.

He wants to tell you that but he’s unsure of how you’d react. You’ve been letting out delicious gasps and moans reaching an octave you’d never reach sober, but not you’re coherently vocal enough for him to say it outright.

And then you breathe it in a pathetic whine: “It’s yours, Din. It’s yours.”

He almost stops, but his body is hellbent on seeing this through. Whatever the fuck this was; a spiritual experience maybe. Perhaps he’d died after the last mission - broken and buried underneath mounds of dirt - and now rests in paradise where he fucks his way through eternity.

A raw, animalistic response possesses him, the fistful of flesh from your hips is replaced by the swell of you cheeks. He embraces you softly, but sternly enough to incite a whimper.

“What was that, chica bonita, huh?”

You throw your head back as he slams his hips against yours with more force, the excitement conjuring a great wave of adrenaline coursing through his veins. You try to speak but it fails to materialize.

He was balls deep and you were still shy by your interjection.

“What’s mine, sweet girl?” he whispers, mouth tickling along your collarbones. The contrast of gentle words and barbaric thrusts is something he’s never experienced during sex. Ever.

You let out one more mouthwatering whine before saying: “My pussy is yours, Din. Take it. Please, please…”

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Suffice to say, that’s what does it. The two of you cum at the same time, like a synchronized dance, clutching one another so tightly it leaves red ribbons. Your fingernails had dug into his forearms and his at your waist in which his hands wrapped around. He lets out a deep, broken growl as you whimper, shaking like a leaf, and he pulls out just in time to paint your belly with pearlescent threads.

He collapses on top of you, knocking the wind from your fragile body. You’re absolute jelly beneath him, crumbled into bits, and would never be the same. Let’s stay here forever, you want to tell him.

Din presses his face into the hollow of your neck, listening to the rapid pulse beneath flushed and thin skin. Then he kisses the blood flow beneath once, twice. “My gorgeous girl…”

Stay with me. Stay with me.

You wrap your arms - which have settled from the convulsions - around his neck and hug him tightly against you.

Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.

[itjazzbicch]

Blame

Pairing:  Joey Janela x Fem Reader

Summary: On Television, the reader is a member of the Best Friends, portraying as Trent's girlfriend, but no one knows that she is dating Joey Janela. On her big night, when she wins the title in AEW, Trent professes his love to her, kissing her in front of everyone and Joey does not take it kindly...

Warnings:  SMUT!!!!!!!! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by:  @hungmanhorsecarriage​ (I hope you enjoy!!)

Word Count:  2400

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW AEW WOMENS CHAMPION, Y/N!!!”

That was something that I thought I would never hear and instantly, tears began to streaming down my cheeks slowly.

Everyone told me that I couldn’t do it. My opponent tried to take me out so many times, but I prevailed and now, I was the champion.

I hugged that title so tightly then raised it up high when the referee raised my hand.

If that wasn’t any better, I had my best friends there.

I was a part of the Best Friends, Trent and I being a couple on television, but we were really just friends. It was a good feeling to know that they were all happy for me, still holding the title in the air when they did our group hug.

There was nothing that could bring me down, everyone growing silent when we noticed that Trent had a microphone.

“I hope you guys don’t mind if I have a moment on the microphone and speak from my heart, ” Trent began, turning to me with a smile, pointing at me when he continued:

“There is nothing that this woman cannot accomplish! Since AEW started, she has busted her ass! Making this women’s division stronger! Having first-time-ever matchups! Facing the men in this industry! Being the best friend that she has always been! Being the best girlfriend that she has always been and now, she is the champion!”

Everyone agreed with Trent and even though we weren’t really dating, his words still meant a lot to me because we were friends.

“Baker tried to injury her! Got her jumped! Played so many mind games, but she prevailed and I want you all to know-” Trent added, coming to me, putting the title around my waist, then standing in front of me, “I want you to know that I am so proud of you and that there is no woman on this earth that I love more than you, Y/N!”

I thought Trent’s, I love you, was a friendly one, but I was wrong because what I thought was going to be a hug, was much more than that.

Trent hugged me like it was the last he would ever have and he kissed me, in front of everyone, on camera.

Everyone was cheering, but I was losing my shit! We were just a couple on television! Trent has never done anything more than hug me or wrap his arm around me!

No offense to Trent, but I didn’t love him. I loved my boyfriend, Joey Janela.

He was my real boyfriend and he was the first person I thought about when I felt Trent’s lips against mine.

I kept my eyes closed, telling myself in my head:

This is just a dream. Just a crazy dream. Haha

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a dream. Trent kissed me one more time after our lips parted, smiling down at me before he picked me up and put me on his shoulder.

It was so hard to pretend to be happy like I was a few moments ago when I won, showing my title to the fans.

The moment we got backstage, I lied and said I needed to use the ladies' room, but I rushed to Sonny and Joey’s locker room, finding Sonny just like I hoped.

“Sonny, I’m gonna die! Trent’s gonna die! Where the fuck is Lance Archer because everybody is going to fucking die?!” I stressed, not holding back the emotions and losing my mind.

“Y/N, deep breath’s, okay?” Sonny sighed, trying to get me to calm down, “You just won the title! You should be happy!”

“Thank you,” I smiled, truly appreciative, but snapping right back into panic mode, “But Trent just professed his love for me and kissed me in front of fucking everyone! Joey is going to lose his shit! I’m losing my shit!”

“Joey is the type,” Sonny admitted, hugging me, but the bit of peace we had didn’t last long when we heard a loud knock on the door, anger in Joey’s voice when he said:

“I know you both are in there!”

Sonny didn’t hesitate to unlock the door, letting him in and god, he looked angrier than he sounded, his face turning ready.

“Joey, please don’t-“ Sonny began, but Joey wasn’t having it, snapping:

“Sonny, don’t even bother!”

“It’s not her fault and you know it!” Sonny snapped back, not taking his shit and standing up for me.

“Can we just have some time alone?” I asked Sonny quietly.

He answered with a smile, but shooting Joey a dirty look and slamming the door shut when he left.

The silence between Joey and I was so damn scary like a horror movie. He was huffing and puffing, his hair frizzing when he began sweating a little from all of the anger.

“I told you that you needed to get out of this storyline and now look!” Joey yelled and at first, I wanted to stay quiet, but I started freaking out again when I yelled:

“How the hell was I supposed to know that was going to happen? Usually,, He always keeps things professional. I’m not a damn mind reader, Joey!”

“Yeah, and it’s pretty obvious that he had enough of being, “professional”!” Joey mocked, “And the first thing you do is run to Sonny and avoid me?!”

“Yeah! Because when you’re jealous, you always lose your shit!” I snapped, “I’m losing my shit too!”

“I have every damn right to be “jealous”!” Joey argued, “How would you feel if another girl kissed me, huh?!”

“Tonight was supposed to be my night,” I cried, holding my title, “You see this Joey? I busted my ass for this!”

It became hard to fight through the tears, but still able to continue:

“Trent can kick rocks! I don’t love him! I love you! He’s the one who did this, not me. All I wanted was to bask in the glory of winning my title, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.”

Finally, Joey calmed down for a moment. He was breathing normally again after a deep breath, realizing that I was right. Even though that was hard for him.

But when I told him that I loved saying quietly:

“You know that I love you too, Y/N. I know how hard you worked for that and I’m proud. Not only are we going to celebrate, but I’m also making sure everyone here knows that the champion is my girl.”

“Please,” I smiled, putting my title down while we almost to each other, my soul about being smacked out of my body when his lips hit mine and hard.

His whole body felt like it was on fire and during every touch, it was like I could feel it, feel how frustrated he was and I couldn’t blame him. I was frustrated too, but this was our time to let that all out and we sure did.

The next thing I knew, clothes were flying all over the locker room, my wrestling boots, and knee pads just being launched in all directions, and when he tried to get on the couch, we were moving too fast and fell on the floor.

“Fuck that couch!” Joey groaned, throwing one of his shoes at it, shoving the small coffee table into the corner, “We can do it on the floor.”

I was just about to spread my legs wide, kind of wanting to tease him, but there was no time for that.

My body followed along when he flipped me over, putting me in a doggy-style position, wasting no time, about splitting me in two when he lined his tip with my entrance, then slamming into me, all of his cock in me with just one thrust.

“Oh,” I whined sharply, being a smartass when I said, “I just wrestled a match you know?”

“Don’t act like this is the first time we fucked after a match,” He groaned, giving me another quick thrust, shutting me up and making me moan.

Joey was definitely dominant, animalistic at times, but this time, with what happened tonight, that was all quadrupled.

Hard, fast, unrelentless.

I couldn’t even have a second to try and collect my thoughts with the way he was giving it to me, hands refusing to leave my hips, pulling me back to make his cock go even deeper.

Not even five minutes and I was being turned into a whining, moaning mess, keeping my ass perked up while my upper body collapsed, trying to take deep breaths, but I ended up burying my face in the floor, smacking it.

“This ain’t no submission match,” Joey chuckled, taking one of my arms and also taking a handful of my hair, pulling my head up.

Both holds gave him more leverage, my back arching hard when I felt hard, pounding shots at my sweet spot that were nonstop.

His hand was tugging at my hair a little harder, pulling me up towards him and since he was kneeling, I could kind of sit on his lap which helped, but with the way he was going, fucking me senseless, it didn’t matter.

“I wanna hear you screaming my name,” Joey growled in my ear, biting at it, the bites falling down to my neck and shoulder, while his hand left my hair and found my throat, giving it a good squeeze, “I can’t hear anything when your face is in the floor.”

“Joey,” I whined loudly, “Baby, you’re so damn good.”

“It’s good when I fuck your brains out, huh?” He snickered, biting my neck again, making sure marks were left behind.

At the same time, his hand let go of my arm, taking a handful of my breast, twisting my nipple and it sent this tingling feeling through my body, my core and walls clamping up.

Joey must’ve liked the feeling, his hand quickly falling to my hip, his forearm pushing my hips down while his fingers were at my clit, going in circles.

“Just know, you’re going to cum more than once,” He smiled against my shoulder with a kiss, pulling down to just his tip and railing my walls on every thrust, with having me up straight and bouncing up and down.

“‘Now, cum all over me,” He commanded, “I wanna be soaked.”

“Joey,” I moaned out, every moan so dirty and it was to the point where I was just about screaming, never experiencing such an overwhelming orgasm.

It about drained me, my body growing tired so quickly when all the heat flushed out of me and soaked all of cock and thighs, even the floor.

Joey lived up to his word but was kind enough to give me a second. I fell to all fours, finally having a moment to breathe properly until I felt a hard smack on my ass, and then another one.

I turned back to look at him with a smile, seeing his eyes still full of fire, unable to control himself again when he picked me up and turned me around.

“Get over here, ” He growled, kissing me hard with so much tongue, wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up so that I was up straight, my legs wrapped his waist while my arms held onto his neck.

“Oh my, oh my God,” I cried, drooling on his shoulder, taking all of him in a quick, smooth thrust again.

I took a handful of his, holding on tight as he repeated that same cycle, just as fast as before. He knew how good he was, loving the sight of my head falling back, all of the pleasure making my eyes roll back when I felt him in my lower core near my stomach.

Even with my eyes open, my vision started turning white, in a bunch of flashes, my walls clamping tighter than ever. I could feel another orgasm building up more and more as I held onto his neck tightly, turning his red flesh white.

One of his hands went around my neck, the other holding the arch of my back, letting my back fall back to the floor, still keeping my lower half up and arched while he hammered away b

Salacious moans and screams, wet skin, groans were all anyone in the entire place could probably hear because we were going like wild animals.

It was to the point where I couldn't breathe again, looking back at anything to try and distract myself, but then I saw the door and shadows, feet by it, just standing there.

Joey was curious as to what I was looking at, noticing and it put an evil smile on his face.

“Looks like we attracted attention, ” He laughed, slowing down for a moment so I was laid down properly and he could be on top of me.

“Joey!! I’m so close baby,” I whined, but looking back to the feet and they were still there.

“You’re going to get what you want,” He assured, “Just couldn’t help but notice what you were staring at.”

We both looked and then I ended up moaning loudly, unprepared for the crazy thrust I received.

“Everyone is going to know that you’re mine after tonight,” Joey whispered in my ear, smothering me with kisses on top of my wicked moans, working harder than before, “Even if they walked in right now, I’d still keep going, show them who really rocks your world.”

“We all know it’s you, Joey, ” I said quickly, growing frantic, scratching up his back when I felt my orgasm forming up and it was ready, “Joey! Joey!”

My body seized when I latched all around him, holding on for dear life, my whole body pulsating to the point where it was the only thing that I could hear.

“Oh hell yeah, that’s it,” Joey groaned, it rumbling in his chest while he took the time to enjoy it, his cock sure enjoying it when I felt it beginning to throb.

“Baby,” I whispered, still panting, but wanting something.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, his hair falling down when he looked at me.

“If we get in trouble, I am blaming you,” I warned, both of us blurting out in laughter.

“Go ahead,” He smiled devilishly, kissing me, “I’ll gladly take the blame.”

[vixenpen]

High Sex (Dabi x Black Reader)

(Hoevember Day 15)

(Tons of AAVE this y/n is hood coded and obviously black)

You kicked open the rickety door of Dabi’s basement room in the new hideout and slumped down the stairs.

The space was dimly lit from the singular, dirty lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Candlelight flickered against the walls, and the air was thick and cloudy with the scent of burning herb.

Erykah Badu’s sweet and smoky vocals pumped from a small speaker beside him on the low set bed.

“Come in, I guess.” Dabi chuckled. “You look like shit.

“Ya mama.” You shot back, smirking.

You started to climb on his bed, when Dabi stopped you.

“Yo, take that shit off before you even think of getting in this bed.” Dabi nodded at your bloodied clothes.

You rolled your eyes. “Ain’t nobody worried about this raggedy ass bed.”

“I am, and you are too the way you’re lookin’ at it right now,” he disrupted himself to toke the blunt, “unless the bed isn’t the only thing that’s interesting you.” He smirked.

“Calm down, Walking Dead. You ain’t got nothing I want.” You gave another eye roll.

Thank god your brown skin hid the flush burning your cheeks. Dabi was propped up against the pillows wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that showed off the patch work of his burned and smooth skin. The gold surgical staples complimented his turquoise eyes, and his black hair was damp. In short he looked fine as hell, and he was right.

His smirk widened. “Do it slow, you know I like that shit.”

“Fuck you, Dabi.” You tossed your bloodied shirt at his face making him laugh.

Wriggling out of the leather pants of your costume you stood before him in nothin but a skimpy lace thong and matching strapless bra. Dabi’s gaze drank in your curves greedily.

You crawled along the bed until you collapsed at his side, and snatched the blunt from him between your long decorated nails.

Dabi had been into you since the moment he recruited you for the league, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say his attraction wasn’t at least part of the reason he’d pushed so hard to get you to join.

“So, How many families are gonna be missing a member tonight?” He asked, watching your juicy ass jiggle as you swung your feet in the air.

You shrugged, exhaling the smoke in his face. “Just a couple of lowly heroes. Nobody worth an obituary.” You shot back nonchalantly.

That was another thing he liked about you. You could be a cold bitch when you wanted to and he loved it.

“Then we should celebrate. Let me rub your booty.”

You snorted. “Who is that a celebration for? Me or you?”

“Both of us, kitten,” he laughed. “You look like you could use a good dick d-I mean rub down.”

You shot him a look and took one more drag of the waning blunt before sitting up.

“Sir, the only reason I’m here is because you have one of the only other showers in the building. It’s either this, or get spied on by Shiggy while I attempt to use his.

“Aww, babe,” Dabi touched his heart, pulling a fond expression, “so you chose to get spied on by me while you use my shower? I’m touched, y/n.”

A mellow high had begun to cloud your mind, making you drag yourself out of Dabi’s warm bed before it settled in your bones and rendered you immobile.

“What can I say?” You tossed out over your shoulder. You put a switch in your hips that had the poor man gawking shamelessly as you padded across the cold floor to his bathroom. “You’re the lesser of two evils.” With a wink, you shut yourself into his small bathroom.

You sighed as the hot water broke through the sweat on your skin. Your braids were going to be frizzy after this, but who gave a damn. It just felt so good to get clean.

Between the high and the steam you were so lost in the sensations that you didn’t hear the door click open.

“Need some help?”

“Shit, Dabi!” You jumped as he came up behind you.

He chuckled as his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you against him.

“Damn I love the way you say my name. Wish I could tell you my real one so I could make you scream it.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Oh it’s like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” You could feel his long dick twitching against your ass crack and bit your lip. “It’s like that.”

Fuck.

“You couldn’t make me scream even if you tried, Walking Dead.”

“Ohhh, kitten,” he practically groaned against your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. “That’s the third time you fucked up.”

You moaned as his pierced tongue slithered along the marked spot.

“The third?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

“Mmhmm.” His long fingers gripped at your curvy thighs before pressing against your sensitive clit.

All of a sudden, he had your thick thighs wrapped around his slim waist as he slammed you against the shower wall.

“The first,” he kissed your collarbone, “was bringing your fine ass in here in that tight ass leather outfit,” he pumped his length along your slick folds. “The second was leaving this door unlocked,” now he was slurping on your hard nipples, sending a tingle through your body.

“Fuckkk, Dabi,” you sighed as your body hummed with need.

“The third,” his blood shot, turquoise eyes fixed on to you, “is that little smart mouth of your. Cuz now I have to fuck you up.”

With that he slammed you down on his dick so hard his balls slapped.

“Ahh! Fuck!”

Dabi didn’t relent, as your cunt flexed around his length, he bounced you up and down squeezing your ass to keep control.

Every slam of his manhood into you, made stars blur in your vision. Your head felt hazy and empty of anything other than the mind numbing pleasure Dabi was assaulting you with.

“Fuck, fuck, shit! Oh my godddd, Dabi. Ahaaa~”

“What’s that, y/n? Hmm? You said you want more?”

If possible he fucked you faster, and harder. His manhood digging deep into you until the pleasure almost hurt. His abs flexed with effort and every thrust made his pelvis brush against your clit.

You could barely breathe between your screams and gasps of ecstasy. Your dark eyes remained fixed on Dabi’s pleasure filled gaze.

“God, y/n,” he half grunted, half chuckled, “you feel so fucking good. Fuck!”

If you could speak, you would say the same, but as it stood between the bud inn your system, the steamy heat clinging to your flesh, and your breathless moans, you were practically slipping into unconsciousness.

Instead, you dug your nails into Dabi’s back, not caring about the scared skin and dug your nails in as your pussy dribbled with desire.

“Don’t stop.” You sobbed into his ear, every pump of his cock making your words stutter. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleeease don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, eyes rolling back as his own ecstasy washed over him. “Trust me, baby girl, I won’t.”

He slowed down the pace, enjoying the creaminess of your textured walls slurping at his dick.

He rolled his hips and pressed a kiss against your plump lips with each stroke.

“Dabiii, oh god, pleas-“

“Sshhh,” he kissed you again. “Come on, y/n. Come on this dick. Come all over it, baby.”

He was determined to drag your orgasm out of you slow and hard.

Your nails snagged into a bit of the unburned skin on his back and you dragged your long nails against it.

“Ahhh! Shiiit! Dabi!”

Your scream choked out into a whine as the orgasm finally exploded through out you. Your pussy spasmed as the euphoria washed over you. The sensation was only enhanced by your previous high and seemed to roll over you in endless waves that made your legs quake around Dabi’s waist.

With a growl of his own, Dabi pulled out to bust his load on your stomach.

By the time the two of you were done, you were practically melting into each other.

“Damn...” you muttered, your head collapsing back against the shower wall.

“Damn is right.” He replied, face buried between your breasts. He peered up at you, wearing a cocky smirk. “Looks like I do have something you want after all, babygirl.”

[micro-after-dark]

Weed and hormones

Sero invites you over to his dorm.

you get high and have a moment.

CW: Underage drug use, Underage Sex

The betrayal I felt when moving this to this blog and realizing interactive fics put MY NAME IN THE ORIGINAL AND NO ONE TOLD ME. IT WAS UP FOR LIKE A YEAR??????

Nsfw under cut

Sero had invited you over for what you had just assumed to be video games, but arriving at his dorm room you could tell that wasn’t exactly the case. You opened the door with a smile, Sero was sitting in his hammock with an assortment of weed supplies laid out on the table.

“Sero, what is this?” You sat down on his bed, your usual spot if it was just the two of you.

“You mentioned how you wanted to try smoking weed, so I figured we could do that.” He rubbed the back of his neck and offered you a sheepish smile.

You were already reaching towards the table, inspecting the pipe and bong he had placed down.

“How do I start?” You had no idea what you were doing and you were incredibly nervous but the idea of getting high with your crush was too good to pass up.

He grabbed the pipe and the grinder from off the table before packing a bowl, he placed the meme-covered grinder beside him before bringing the pipe towards your face. “Just breathe in when it’s lit, okay?” You nod and wrap your lips around the mouthpiece, inhaling as he lights it. He releases the choke and you pull back with a cough, your lungs are on fire and your head feels light yet it has you craving more. Your hands are pulled away from your chest and filled with a water bottle.

He’s laughing as he takes a hit from the pipe, breathing the smoke out through his nose. “That happened my first time too, sucks huh?” The water feels nice, cooling your throat and you chuckle.

“It could have been worse.”

You spend an hour just smoking weed and giggling at everything before he grabs your arms, pulling you into the hammock with him, the sudden weight causes the hammock to spin, dumping you both on the ground. You land on top of him with a thud and you both burst into laughter, thankful the dorm below his is unoccupied.

You aren’t sure why you do it, maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the position you’ve found yourself in, whatever it is you lean down and kiss him, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, biting your lower lip as he grabs a handful of your ass. The kiss is sloppy, tongues twirling around each other as he sits up, leaving you straddling his lap. You grind down slowly, your mind is hazy and the way he’s groaning has you desperate to hear more.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, the white V neck slipping over his head. You trail your hands over his collarbones and chest, your mouth leaving kisses and bites in their place. He squeezes your ass, before reaching for the button of your shorts. He slips them down your legs slower than you would have liked. His breath hitches as you kiss a sensitive spot on his neck, prompting you to suck and bite at his skin, purple marks litter his flesh and you know he’ll get shit for it tomorrow but neither of you can care, the way his fingers grip your waist pulling you down as he grinds his hips into you is intoxicating. your breathing is shaky, the moans slipping past your lips urging him to speed up. He bites your shoulder as he cums, a wet mark spreading over the front of his sweats.

The high was long gone, and you climb off him reaching for the pipe and pack another bowl. It doesn’t feel awkward, not even as he changes into different pants and sits behind you, once again in the hammock. Smoke flows from your mouth as you stand up and kiss him, blowing the smoke into his mouth as you kiss. He pulls away with a look of confusion, but his smile hasn’t faded. “I saw it on t.v once.” You admit with a blush.

He brings the pipe to his mouth and looks at you, “Sorry for not making you cum.” He takes a hit, a way to make sure he can’t say anything more than he wants to.

It takes you by surprise and you smile, looking up at him with so much love in your eyes it shocks him. “There’s always next time.”

He bends over with a cough, not expecting that kind of response. “What?” His voice is tiny and croaky from the smoke and you bust into full-on laughter, not the pretty kind from girls in movies, but the kind that leaves you snorting with tears in your eyes. He downs some water and stares at you.

You have never looked more beautiful to him than you do now, sitting in a tee-shirt and your underwear with your hair messy and your cheeks flushed, the laughter adding to it. “Be my girlfriend?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You climb into the hammock next to him, careful not to topple it as you rest your head on his chest, your legs tangled together. Exhaustion hits you like a bus, whether it be from the weed or the grinding you aren’t sure but you find yourself falling asleep, he places a kiss to your forehead, watching you sleep as he browses his phone.

You knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d smoke weed together.

[captainsourwolf]

He might be a little drunk.

No, no, he’s definitely a little drunk. The way the room sways a bit as he settles his weight on Rhett’s thighs can attest to that.

“You got a little—“ Rhett reaches up, flicks a tiny paper heart off his chin, and laughs at the way his nose scrunches. “A little teeny heart, just stuck there.”

Link giggles and wiggles his hips, finishes his drink in two more swallows that burn on the way down. He leans far enough to the side to let the glass dangle above the floor, trying for careful, before it slips from his fingers and clatters on its side anyway. Oops.

“Rhett, Rhett, I’m so—“ Link hiccups and giggles again. “So horny.”

And he is, he really is. He’s drunk and he’s horny and they got all dressed up, Rhett looks fucking delectable with those top buttons undone and his thighs practically busting out of his pants, he’s just—he wants to get fucked, on this flimsy table, right now. Doesn’t care they’re surrounded by pinks and reds and other valentine colors, and who knows how much spilled glue and glitter. He’s already hard and pressing against his zipper, all Rhett’s gotta do is take his pants off.

Rhett reads his mind, always does, and slides big hands across Link’s thighs, settling on his hips for a moment. He grins and squeezes and Link huffs. He grabs Rhett around the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and clumsily hauls him halfway up into a sloppy kiss, pulse racing and hands shaking only a bit.

Honestly he could stay like this for a long time. Just sitting there kissing Rhett, both of them tipsy, both of them too giggly. The lighting is just right for making out like sloppy drunk college kids, all reds and blues and pinks, it really sets the mood. But his dick throbs in his pants when Rhett gets a hand between them and cups him and he figures they can do the kissing thing later.

He’s not entirely sure how he manages it, but Link gracefully—or not so gracefully if you ask Rhett—hops down from his perch on Rhett’s lap and gets shaky fingers on the buttons of his shirt. Rhett props himself on his elbows to watch as Link smirks and undoes each button, slowly, until he reaches where it’s tucked into his pants.

As he’s tugging the tail of his shirt out, Rhett grunts a little, gruffs out a short, “Wait.” He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t do anything but stare at Link with his shirt mostly unbuttoned and his pants straining over his cock and his messy hair and everything. He starts to blush under Rhett’s gaze but then Rhett is grinning and nudging at him with the toe of his shoe.

Link continues, pulling his shirt out of his pants and letting it hang open—he knows how much Rhett likes the look. And to be honest he himself knows how good he looks. Smirking, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, Rhett’s gaze snapping immediately to his fingers smoothly undoing the fastenings. He twitches under Rhett’s stare and moans softly, stilling his hands for a second to catch his breath.

“Link—“ Rhett glares and nudges him again. Link grins, all dopey and tipsy, and finishes undoing his suit pants so he can shove them down and off, his briefs following. When he stands back upright Rhett is hastily trying to undo his own pants, drunk fingers fumbling with the tight fabric.

Grinning still, Link bats his hands away. Rhett whines, but shuts up real quick when Link easily pops the button and drags the zipper down and makes sure his fingertips brush over Rhett’s dick nice and gentle. He sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking. One big hand wraps around Link’s wrist, Rhett’s breath hissing out slow through his teeth as he glares Link’s way.

“Don’t be a tease,” he grunts. Link shakes his head—he would never—and grasps the waistband of Rhett’s tight pants and briefs. He yanks, enough to get the material past Rhett’s hips and top of his butt, swallowing hard when his cock springs free.

“Look at you,” Link murmurs, and then he’s tipping forward and mouthing at the base of Rhett’s dick. Rhett winds his fingers in Link’s hair, not too tight, and cups the back of his head, moaning when Link licks him from root to tip.

Link wraps his lips around the head briefly, sucking at the wetness already there, before sinking his mouth down around Rhett’s cock. It’s an awkward angle from the side but he manages to thoroughly wet Rhett’s length, not caring when he gets spit on his chin. When he lets his dick slip free, Rhett whines and tightens his fingers in Link’s hair.

“Baby, come on, don’t stop,” Rhett groans. He tries to maneuver Link’s head back to where it was but Link ducks out from under him and steps back with a smirk.

“Lube still in the desk?” Link doesn’t wait for an answer and walks quickly to the desk, doing a little shimmy as he rummages through the draw tucked underneath where they keep odds and ends. When he finds the nearly empty bottle, he winks at Rhett over his shoulder. “Found it!”

He’s aware he probably looks ridiculous with his crisp white shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose under his rumpled jacket, no pants or underwear, dick swaying obscenely as he saunters back over to Rhett; he doesn’t care, though. As long as he gets fucked he can look as ridiculous as he wants.

Link comes to stand next to Rhett again, by his head where he threads fingers in messy golden curls and tips Rhett’s head back to nip at his throat. He’s flushed all the way down his neck and into his unbuttoned shirt collar, skin hot under Link’s mouth and tasting of sweat under his tongue. Rhett laughs, murmuring something about Link being such a sloppy drunk, and pinches his exposed side. Link squirms away and leans back, slots their mouths together in a wet kiss.

“Open it,” he mumbles against Rhett’s lips before kissing him again and dropping the lube on his chest. Rhett grabs it and unscrews the cap. “Slick yourself up for me.”

With a quiet gasp, Rhett does as he’s told. He squirts some of the lube into his hand and, with Link watching, wraps it around his cock to slick himself up, just as Link requested. He groans into Link’s throat.

“Think this table can handle it?” Link asks. He continues watching Rhett’s hand, almost mesmerized with the way his cock looks in the tunnel of his fist, the reds and purples and pinks from the overhead lighting making his skin glow.

“We’ll never find out if you keep running your mouth,” Rhett huffs and he’s grabbing at Link with his free hand, dragging him down into one more kiss before nudging him away.

Link laughs, breathy and high, and finally, finally, hops back up. He effortlessly straddles Rhett’s thighs, batting his hand away and taking Rhett’s length into his own hand. Big hands land on his waist, holding him steady, helping him lift up and line up. In one big breath, Link sinks slowly onto Rhett’s cock, the stretch and the burn eased by the booze in his system and the weight of Rhett’s touch on his body.

“God, you feel so good,” Rhett laugh-groans, head tipped back over the edge of the table. His throat, sweaty and flushed, looks too inviting to pass up. Link bends down, licks off the sweat in the dip of Rhett’s throat, as he adjusts to the thickness stretching him open.

Rhett laughs and squirms and Link loves the way he rumbles deep in his chest, loves the way he can feel it in own chest. Letting out a slow breath, Link pauses, runs his tongue along the veins in Rhett’s neck. His thighs shake being in this position but he’s got hands holding him steady, keeping him grounded for the time being.

“That tickles,” Rhett huffs, fingers digging into Link’s sides in retaliation. He digs a little lower, slips his hands down to Link’s ass, squeezing the meat of him before spreading his cheeks. He has no shame letting his fingertips graze Link’s stretched rim, touching lightly where they meet and feeling how slick and hot he is as Link takes every inch.

The moan Link lets out is guttural and deep, rumbling in his chest as he sits back on his elbows to look at Rhett’s face. With one more roll of his hips he’s stuffed full and aching, mouth popping open on another moan, eyes going hazy and crossed. Goodness it feels good. He always has liked a bit of pain with the pleasure.

Rhett gives him a moment to adjust. Link breathes hard and ragged and finally rises up, one hand on Rhett’s chest to steady himself and the other wrapping around his cock. He leaks onto Rhett’s pristine white shirt when he runs his thumb over the head, whining as Rhett continues to dig his fingers hard into Link’s ass.

“You gonna let me fuck you any time soon or you gonna get yourself off like this?” Rhett asks and punctuates his words with a thrust that takes Link by surprise. He nearly upends himself and off the side of the table, but, laughing, Rhett grasps him around the hips.

It’s always an easy decision to make. He’d rather jizz his brains out on Rhett’s dick than by his own hand any day. In answer, Link buries his hand in Rhett’s shirt and rises up, tight around Rhett’s dick and almost letting him slip free before thrusting back down. It startles a groan out of both of them.

Link has always liked this part. Where Rhett prefers to get him crowded down and pinned, Link likes to get on top and ride. He has no qualms about holding Rhett down sometimes, hands clenched on his chest and thighs clamped around his hips, as he fucks himself on a thick cock. Sometimes he likes to take it slow, grind until he’s seeing stars, let Rhett jerk him off with a snug fist till he cums over Rhett’s knuckles; this time he wants it hard and he wants it fast.

It’s an easy rhythm to start, a delicious build up as the sting and burn is replaced with nothing but sparks of pleasure along his spine. Link moans and rises again and again, rolling and thrusting his hips back down each time. His thighs tremble and shake from exertion, sweat slicking his skin under the lights as his pace increases with each rise and fall.

Gosh he loves it. Loves that stretch every time he sinks back down and the way he can feel every twitch and jerk of Rhett’s shaft; the ache and shake in his limbs when he lifts and almost lets Rhett slip free, hole snug around his cockhead; and he especially loves the sounds Rhett makes. Those little gasps and groans and expletives. Makes him wet and fuzzy with arousal.

Rhett’s grip on his waist tightens and releases, slips a bit every time Link does a little shimmy and grind and presses his ass right against Rhett’s pelvis. His moans and curses only make Link move faster, take him deeper, squeeze around him a little harder. He’s dripping on Rhett’s skin and making a mess of them both.

In no time, Link feels that tell tale warmth and tingle spreading through his belly, his limbs, drawing up his balls. He’s so close he can taste it. Rhett grips his hips to slow him down some, and he does, bringing it down to a hard and lazy grind. He catches his breath for a moment, searching for one of Rhett’s hands. When he manages to catch one he guides it to his cock, wrapping Rhett’s fingers around the base and squeezing.

“Know how hot you look right now?” Rhett grunts out. He strokes Link with a tight fist a few times before rubbing his thumb through the wetness in the slit and spreading it around. Link’s hips buck and twitch, precum drooling out and over Rhett’s fingers. “Fuck, so hot.”

Chuckling, Link grins down at him, vision all hazy and drunk, muscles thrumming with the need to cum. Rhett jerks him off almost lazily, teasing, and Link whines and grinds down harder, rolls his hips faster. He’s almost there, it won’t take much, fuck he needs it so much!

“Come on, Rhett,” he whimpers. Hand on Link’s hip tightening, Rhett speeds up his movements, twisting and squeezing just the way Link likes it.

Finally finally he’s there. Link stiffens and curls in towards Rhett, holding onto his shirt tightly, and cumming over Rhett’s hand and on his own thighs and belly. His breath catches when Rhett thrusts, fucking him through it in little shallow movements and leaving him shaking by the time the last weak spurt dribbles onto Rhett’s shirt.

Link slumps until he’s practically bent in half, forehead coming to rest against Rhett’s. He’s glassy eyed and desperate and whining quietly, dick pulsing as he cums inside of Link hot and fast. Link kisses him and clenches around him, milking him for every last drop and moaning into his mouth when he delivers.

When he’s finished, Rhett taps Link on the hip. Link refuses to move, though, and instead kisses rhett again. He’s achy and sticky with sweat and jizz, pretty sure he’s numb from the waist down, and can feel a few paper hearts sticking to his sweaty skin. Rhett taps him one more time and finally he groans and sits up.

They take their time separating. Rhett has to hold onto Link’s waist to keep him steady so he doesn’t topple over. When he stands on shaky legs, he grabs Rhett’s hands and hauls him into a seated position. He’s gotta few tiny paper hearts clinging to his hair and leftovers from their crafts stuck to his ass; Link laughs loudly as he starts picking them off.

“You gotta another lil heart on your face,” Rhett says and reaches up to swipe the heart away. Link’s eyes crinkle when he smiles.

“What about the rest of me?” Link asks and twists this way and that, showing off his half naked body.

In answer, Rhett reaches out and swats his butt, and comes away with a hand crafted valentine meant for a mythical beast.

It’s splotchy and gross with sweat and other things, ruined beyond repair. They’ll have to make another one.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to them, I guess.”

Rhett just laughs.

[soulwillower]

i wanna see you but you’re not mine • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader) 

not a request, just something i wrote, lmk what u guys think 

warnings: swearing, sexual themes but no explicit smut, references to sex, references and mentions of drug use, references and mentions of addiction, vague allusions to cheating but no cheating!, i think thats it! unedited haha

[based off the song undo by the 1975] 

(losers + reader are in college in this.)

1.5k words

♡

the boys' house is bathed in the morning light when bill answers the door shirtless, leaning against the doorframe. birds chirp in the distance when he smiles.

"y/n. hi." he says, and you greet him with the same smile as he lets you in the door. you hand him a coffee, following him with light steps as he leads you to his room.

"did you just wake up?" you ask in amusement as you follow him down the hall, past richie's closed door. their house smells like incense, and you're about seventy percent sure it's mike's.

you watch bill's muscles flex and move as he chuckles, opening the door to his messy-but-neat room and pulling on a hoodie. 

"no. not j-just, i at least had time to brush my teeth." and then he gives you a goofy grin, showing off his pristine teeth. it makes you snort, shaking your head as you shove him.

bill invited you over this morning to study for your upcoming exam together, figuring that his house that he shared with mike and richie would be better than trying to study at a busy coffee shop.

studying with bill has become a bit of a habit that you picked up back in freshman year, when you'd met in your introduction to rhetoric writing class. you'd had a crush on him at first, but when you first met his dorm roommate richie, that crush flew out the window almost immediately.

years later, and you're still studying with bill. and still harboring a rough crush for his trashmouth roommate.

an hour and a half goes by smoothly, most of your work finished by the time you get startled out of your studying by a noise. 

"what was that?" you ask after a noise muffled by bill and richie's shared wall makes you both perk up.

bill shakes his head, "n-nothing. what did you get for m-model a?" he asks, leaning close enough that you smell his cologne. you frown, wondering why he seems so suspicious.  

it happens again, more clear this time.

a moan echoes through the stuffy walls and bill looks almost regretful, gripping his highlighter so hard his knuckles turn white. you blanch a bit, meeting his eye.

"does richie have a girlfriend-" you start, but bill shakes his head, "no." he says quickly, cutting you off. you hum, feeling sick to your stomach. it should comfort you, but it doesn’t. 

a few minutes later, another string of moans echo through the whole house, along with a, "fuck, richie!"

and then it's like that for the next ten minutes straight - the ambiance of bill's shut blinds, the smell of coffee still lovely but the taste bitter in your mouth as high pitched moans reverberate through the shared wall. one look over shows that bill looks like he may cry.

you only stay for maybe five minutes after the moans stop before you get up, "alright, i think i should head out." you rush out, feeling slightly hollow.

bill nods, stretching and then rising with you, hand falling to your shoulder gently. you stop, looking up at him. "he's... g-going through some weird stuff right now, y/n. it'll work out." he insists, voice gentle. your lips twitch downward slightly.

you think you could roll your eyes, but bill is too damn well meaning and sweet for you to take out your misplaced anger on. you pull him into a hug, and he kisses your temple. it's calming, for a second.

you're in the kitchen messing around with mike and bill when richie's door slams, footsteps echoing down the hall towards the front room.

and then a girl appears from the hallway, a small grin on her flushed cheeks and hair tangled, tank strap slipping off her shoulder a bit. richie trails behind her with a lazy smirk and you turn your head so they don't see you from behind mike. 

you watch secretly with curious, self-destructive eyes as he walks her to the door, hands not even leaving his sides as she leans up to whisper something along the lines of you'll call me? into his ear. 

richie barely makes an attempt to say yes, instead humming and looking up at the wall. you almost snort. but then he slaps her ass with a small smirk as she leaves out the door, making her squeal as the door shuts. your stomach drops a bit.

when the door shuts, mike and bill make lame excuses to go back to their rooms and you're stuck by yourself to face richie. fuck.

the air is stale and suffocating as his glowing eyes roam around and then land on you. it's painful the way his expression changes when he sees you.

"long time no see, y/n." richie says with barely a grin, avoiding looking at you as he crosses the kitchen to pour himself a steaming cup from the coffee machine. you feel the tension and wish that you could disappear.

"yeah, we’ve all been so busy." you say, feeling almost awkward now that bill's left back to his room. you rock on the ball of your heels, still feeling a little hurt. it's quiet for a few more moments.

you feel like you’re going to burst, so you say the first thing you think. 

"i could hear you giving her head." you say abruptly, unsure if the bitterness in your voice is justified or not. you think it is. richie hums, lifting a brow at you as he lifts the mug of coffee to his lips.

"and?" he asks after a gulp of the black coffee. the sun bathes the entire house in bright morning light, giving richie a kind of sunny silhouette - a halo of sorts that you don't know if he really deserves.

you huff, resisting the urge to punch richie in the face. "it's ten in the morning." he fixes you with a look, as if you didn't just prove any point. "again, toots, i don't see the issue." he says, but it's without any of his usual teasing grins or winks. 

“i thought you didn’t have sleepovers with your guests.” you say, definitely sounding bitter. richie rolls his eyes. he doesn’t justify you with an answer until he takes a deep breath. 

“i don’t. but sometimes i change my mind, if someone’s special enough. remember when i told you that, too?” he quips back. you swallow. 

you don’t know what to say, recalling that night when he had whispered that into your neck as you were tangled up in his sheets, his shirt hanging off your bare frame and your hand trailing on his bare chest. 

“she wasn’t one of them.” he adds, “she came over a few hours ago.” 

you're still frustrated. 

he's searching through his pockets for something as he tosses a lighter onto the counter. despite this, he's still quite a vision in his t shirt and gray sweats, his lips red like the color of a cough drop and eyelashes long and dark behind his frames. he's still, despite the blank demeanor, the most beautiful person you've ever laid your eyes on.

"fuck." he mutters, his hands coming out of his pockets empty. "bombs have run out. you got any j’s?"

you don't want to tell him about the joint that you’d just given to bill minutes ago, just out of spite. if he's that dependent on the fucking weed, you're not going to help his habit. 

you pretended not to notice the rows of pills lined up and the busted up credit card next to them in the bathroom, for bill and mike’s sake - but you can’t go easy on richie. 

“no.” you say bluntly. 

richie sighs, looking at you sharply with a look that could kill. “why are you acting like a brat all of a sudden?” 

you both know he already knows the answer. you think he just wants to hear you admit it out loud. 

you stare back, biting your lip. fine, you’ll take the fucking bait. 

 “just didn’t realize you seeing someone.” 

richie looks exhausted, his skin pale and eyes dark. he shakes his head. "we tried this. it didn't work." he mutters, veins popping out of his hands as his palms press hard into the counter. you shake your head, "richie, we-"

"-you were the one who told me to fuck other people." he says, making you stop and take a breath. 

he's right, too. 

but only because you were afraid and didn't know if you and richie being together as more than just the few and far between hook ups would cause a rift in the friend group.

"only because i didn't know how much i liked you, rich." you say gently, pleadingly - desperately. you sound just as pathetic as you probably look. you just can’t do this anymore. 

"look, y/n. i didn't even see you when i liked you.”

it hurts when he says that, like a knife is twisting in your gut with a frozen blade. it’s true, and that feels like the worst part. 

“-you knew damn well that i was into you, and you did nothing about it." he says sharply, his warm eyes cutting through you and making your stomach drop.

"you can't just decide it's time for us to be together, just because you’re bored." he shakes his head, cutting himself off. your mouth feels dry. "i don’t have the time." he says with a shake of his head, his hair unruly in the way that drives you mad with yearning. 

“richie, i want to be with you.” you say, pleading with him. he looks more mad than you’ve seen him in a long time. 

"you rejected me, y/n. and i liked you." he says, rubbing a hand over his face. you've never seen him so serious, and it's freaking you out. he shakes his head.

 "i really have to go to work, doll. i'll see you around." he mutters, getting up and leaving out the front door in a gust of air that smells like him and also vaguely another girl’s perfume. 

you know he was lying to get out of talking to you - he wasn’t even wearing shoes, let alone clothes for work. your head falls into your hands, eyes squeezing shut. he doesn't want to see you. 

the thought leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth and an empty heart.

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[pearlsephoni]

The Trial of Shoyo Hinata’s Rising Heartrate, Evidence One: The Hike

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Hinata/Kageyama)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Daichi Sawamura

Word Count: 1,853

Summary: Shoyo Hinata's feelings for Tobio Kageyama are perfectly normal. There's nothing weird about him only caring about Kageyama's compliments, high-fives, and smiles. And there's definitely nothing weird about him blushing when he finally gets any of them. ...Right?

A/N: The first chapter of my first multi-chapter fic, in honor of Hinata’s birthday! Happy birthday to our sweet little sun! :’) Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Sawamura was going to kill them. 

Not that anyone on the team would be surprised. This wasn’t the first time that Hinata and Kageyama had sped past the end of the training path, only stopping when their legs gave out. But as they laid side by side on the grass by the road, Hinata had the sinking realization that this was the first time he couldn’t seem to get his legs back under him. He could hear Kageyama shifting to sit up next to him, but all he could do was continue staring into the sun. 

“Oi, Hinata. We should head back.” 

“R-right. Yeah.” 

He could hear more shifting, then a shadow fell over him as a towering figure blocked out the sun. “Hey dumbass, did you hear me? We gotta get back.” 

“Don’t call me dumbass, dumbass. I heard you!” 

“Then why aren’t you moving?!” 

“Just give me a minute!” Hinata’s arms shook, but somehow he was able to push himself in a seated position. A good start. Now he just had to stand up. Easy. Simple. Except… “Uh...Kageyama?” 

“What?” 

“...I can’t move.” He flinched under the look of disbelief Kageyama pinned on him. 

“What are you, 80? Just stand up.” 

“I’m trying! Stop yelling at me and give me a hand.” 

“Unbelievable…” 

Truth be told, Hinata didn’t expect Kageyama to actually hold out a hand. He was focused on trying to push himself to his feet, and nearly ran into the hand that was suddenly in front of his face. For an embarrassing moment, all he could do was blink in confusion at the calloused fingers. 

“...Do you need help, or not?” 

“Y-yeah...yeah, just-” They were both frowning as Hinata took Kageyama’s hand and let him pull him to his feet...only for Hinata’s legs to give out under him, forcing him back to the ground. And this time, he brought Kageyama with him. 

The fall felt like it happened in slow motion. Hinata could hear the air whistling past his ears as he fell, and he could see the horror dawning on Kageyama’s face as their bodies collided. Then Hinata’s back smacked into the grass, the impact pushing all the air out of him in a single grunt. 

For a moment, his brain was really, truly empty of thought. He was only aware of the dull ache in his back joining the numbness of his legs, the weight of Kageyama on him, and the blinding light of the sun beating down on them both. 

It was a nice moment. Fitting for the calm before the storm that came with Kageyama finally processing what had happened.

“The hell is wrong with you?! Did you break your legs or your brain?” 

Hinata couldn’t say anything until Kageyama scrambled off of him and he could take a proper breath of air, and even then, talking seemed to take too much out of him. “I said...couldn’t move…” was all he could choke out as he struggled to sit back up. 

His eyes met Kageyama’s once he sat up, and in his dazed exhaustion, he couldn’t seem to look away. He just...stared, silently taking in those blue eyes and pink cheeks, unaware of what he was doing until he felt a hand gently smacking his cheek. Or at least, as gently as Kageyama could manage. “Hey. Are you seriously not ok? You don’t look too good.” 

Hinata’s answer came in the form of his head falling to Kageyama’s chest, sweaty bangs sticking to Kageyama’s equally-sweaty shirt. He could feel Kageyama go completely still under his forehead, and he wondered if he was letting him stay like that out of kindness, or if shock was just making him freeze up again. 

Another silent moment passed before Kageyama spoke up, his voice sounding a bit strained. “Move.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Just...sit up, idiot. Get off me.” Again, Hinata didn’t expect him to help, didn’t expect his hands on his shoulders shifting him back into a normal, seated position. And again, he couldn’t do much more than watch Kageyama, though this time he couldn’t help wondering at the darkening blush that was still on his cheeks. Was his head really so heavy that the effort of holding it up made Kageyama flush? Does that mean my brain is big? Should I tell him that? Maybe then he’ll stop calling me dumba- 

“Alright, get on.” 

“Huh?” Hinata was snapped out of his wandering thoughts, and found himself staring at Kageyama crouched in front of him, with his back facing him. 

“We’re never gonna make it back down with your weak legs giving out every two steps. And the Captain's already gonna kick our asses for taking so long. So...get on.” 

“Okay…” Even if he hadn’t been weak from exhaustion, Hinata would’ve been awkward trying to drape his arms around Kageyama’s shoulders and settle himself against his back. As it was, he had to let himself be manhandled a bit until Kageyama was satisfied he was secure enough. 

Finally, he slowly got to his feet, jostling Hinata and making him cling closer. “God...how is someone so small so freaking heavy?” 

“Shut up,” Hinata mumbled, his words missing their usual bite. He was suddenly, deeply aware of Kageyama’s muscles flexing under him, his hands gripping his legs, and the smell of his sweat filling his nose. Hinata always knew the setter was strong - he had to be, for the way he ran across the court and set the perfect shots - but he’d never...felt his strength before. And he’d never thought he would like the feeling of Kageyama’s muscles working around and beneath him. 

But he did. He really, really liked it, and he couldn’t help pressing a little closer, letting his chest rest against Kageyama’s back and his chin rest on his shoulder, despite how sweaty they both were. Red hair mingled with black as a breeze blew by them, cooling Hinata’s sweat and rustling the leaves in a gentle hum, like a soft lullaby that encouraged his eyelids to grow heavier...and heavier…

“Hey. You better not be asleep.” 

Hinata’s head jerked up at the sound of Kageyama’s voice, which sounded strangely hoarse again. “Huh?” 

“If you’re sleeping while I’m busting my ass getting you back, I swear to god…” 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” 

Kageyama fell quiet at his response, and Hinata knew why. Between his exhaustion and his confusing realization, he didn’t have it in him to rise to Kageyama’s taunts and nags. Still, he didn’t think the setter would care. If anything, he thought his quiet mood would welcome more bullying from Kageyama, especially when he was doing such a huge favor in carrying Hinata back. 

Hinata certainly didn’t expect to hear, “Maybe we should skip the rest of practice.” 

“What?!” 

“You can’t even walk, and I dunno if I’ll be able to either, after hauling your sorry ass back. Maybe...maybe I should take you to the school nurse, or get Coach to drive you a doctor.” 

“Are you kidding me? I’m just...I’m just a little tired, I’ll be fine if I just sit out for a set.” 

“Like hell you will be!” Kageyama’s head turned to shoot a sideways glare, the movement nearly making Hinata’s nose brush his cheek before the redhead jerked back. “Think about it, you idiot. Your body is already overworked. If you keep trying to push it today, then it’ll force you to sit out for a lot more than one practice. Just give it a rest.” 

Hinata scowled, but no matter how much he racked his brains for anything he could remember from biology class, he knew Kageyama was right. Pushing himself anymore that day was a recipe for disaster. Still, he hated admitting that Kageyama was right. All he could muster as his chin fell back onto his shoulder was a mumbled, “Didn’t think you’d care so much.” 

“Of course I care. You’re one half of our freak quick attack. Without you, I’m just…” 

“...the genius first-year setter? Who can set perfectly for any player? Who stole the starting setter position from a third year?” 

“Quit complimenting me, it’s freaking me out.” Kageyama tried to turn his face away from the shoulder Hinata’s head was resting on, but he couldn’t hide his bright red flush and pleased grin, which only broadened at Hinata’s triumphant laugh. 

“Awwww, am I making you shy?” Hinata crowed, tightening his arms around Kageyama’s shoulders and pressing their cheeks together. “Lil old me is making you shy?” 

“Would you shut up? Sit still, or I’m gonna leave your ass here.” 

Hinata obeyed, but for the rest of the ride, his energy seemed to have returned just enough for his smile to be back on his face and his words to make Kageyama’s lips twitch with suppressed grins despite his furrowed brows. 

By the time they were back at the school, Hinata was able to walk on his own legs back to the gym, which let him avoid the worst of Sawamura’s lecture. He and Kageyama still dodged the captain’s dark gaze that seemed to spark with anger as he lectured them. 

“Are you two for real? We only have a few weeks until the inter-high qualifiers, and you two are getting so caught up in your little personal competitions that you can’t even take practice seriously?” 

“No, Captain.” 

“Really? Because it sure does feel that way. If this happens again, then we might have to give your starting positions to someone who can actually come to practice and get their work done. Understand?” 

Their eyes jerked up from the floor, indignant frowns etched across their faces, only to wither under Sawamura’s stern eyes. “…Yes, Captain.” 

“Good. Hinata, you sit out of the spiking drills and get some electrolytes in you. Kageyama, are you feeling alright? Do you need some more time?” 

“No, I’m good.” 

Sawamura stared at them for an extra second before nodding and turning away, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. As soon as he walked away, Kageyama shot Hinata a smug grin. “Enjoy the show, scrub.” 

“Shut up! I’ll be back out there and hitting your tosses in no time!” Hinata snapped, his frown deepening when Kageyama kept grinning at him. 

“Good.” And with that, Kageyama was joining the rest of the team on the court, leaving Hinata squatting on the sidelines with a flush on his cheeks and confusion lining his brows. The setter was being a jerk as always, so why did Hinata feel so relieved at the thought that he specifically wanted to run drills with him? And why did that thought make his indignation melt into something more like bashfulness? And why were his cheeks so warm? 

It must’ve been his dehydration. He was just tired and needed to refuel himself. That was it. Hinata gave himself a resolute nod, satisfied with his clear skills in deduction, and didn’t spare another thought for his strange feelings for the rest of the day. 

He had no idea what he was in for.