#the cage looks weird but i can’t be assed to fix it

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

well, well, buddy you found it

been listening to a lot of bo burnham recently and this song is very him tbh. this didn’t come out quite how i wanted but i still like it, click for quality pretty please and if you like without reblogging i’ll get really sad i spent a good while on this. also yes i know the whole cage thing happened like a year ago i don’t care

[borathae]

“The story of how you convinced your awesome boyfriend to ride your face.”

Pairing: Cowboy!Taehyung x Mechanic!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Countrylife!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Smut

Warnings: subby!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, shameless flirting, Taehyung is a needy boyfriend, making out, needy fumbling, Tae’s hands are doing hot things, face riding, rimjob (m.receiving), handjob, allusions to oral for her, he’s a little sceptical at first but loves it in the end, they are happy & in love

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: This is Only Yesterday!Taehyung because I may have a lil crush on him. Also PtD!Taehyung is the sole inspiration for this ngngn 🥵 I also wanna state that I fucking love the OY universe, it's so comfy and makes me feel so snuggly hhahfhah. have fun besties 🤍

“This is stupid. I ain’t gon' do that”, Taehyung says, shaking his head.

The two of you were on a lovely date today. You took Taehyung out for dinner earlier, but you are long back at your place. Now cuddling in bed whilst listening to some music.

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun”, you say, wiggling your brows at him. 

“It’s 'cause, I don’t like nothin' close to my butt.”

“Really? So you don’t even wash yourself?” you tease, knowing very well that Taehyung was a very clean person. You just like to tease him.

“Ew no, I ain’t nasty, ‘course I wash my own ass. But I just don’t want nothin' stuck into it.”

“I'm not gonna stick anything into it”, you laugh, “I just want you riding my face.”

“Yeah, but that’s like weird. I'm no girl.”

You roll your eyes. 

“Oh come now, it’s 2023, let's not go there.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I ain’t no sexist. I just feel weird about it”

“Why?”

“What you mean why? I just do. You know how the guys gon' look at me when they find out I sat on my girl's face? They gon' laugh at me.”

“Okay, I hear you. I'm sorry I brought it up. You obviously don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with”, you assure him and peck his cheek. 

“Thanks, you’re really sweet. It means a lot”, he says, reaching out to pinch your own. 

“Just so you know though. The guys would never find out. I don’t talk to them about the sex we have.”

“Good you don’t”, he laughs, “that'd be hella weird if you did.”

“Yeah, right”, you agree, laughing right with him. 

Taehyung rolls over and cages in your head between his elbows.

“What?” you stop laughing.

“Nothin’, I just like listenin’ to you laugh”, he says, kissing you deeply afterwards.

“Mhm babe”, you mumble into him, making sure that he won’t leave your lips for the rest of the night by hooking your arms behind his head.

It was a hard day at the garage today. The sun was sweltering and as a result, the heat was almost unbearable. You spent most of your day under a car, sweating your ass off and trying to fix a problem which didn’t seem to want to reveal itself. It turned out to be a faulty tie rod. You proceeded to spend the other half of your shift replacing it. 

“Hello”, a familiar voice draws you out from under the car.

“Hey there babe, whatcha doin' here?” you greet your boyfriend, standing up for the first time in hours. You groan, stretching out your back, “goddamn, my back is fucked.”

Taehyung acts instantly. He gets behind you and gives your shoulders a massage. 

“Wow, thanks babe”, you say. 

“You sweatin' so much”, Taehyung says. 

“Yeah, it’s so hot. I literally can’t stand the heat.”

“Yeah today’s boilin'. We had to get the cows outside too 'cause they'd died of a heat stroke inside. Now they all chillin' by the stream.”

“That sounds like a good life. Just chilling by the stream, in the shadow and with no hot car above you.”

“Yeah, I figure. Wanna sit in the shadow for some?”

“Sure, we can do that.”

You have a small umbrella behind your garage. There was a pair of plastic chairs and a small matching table underneath it. Taehyung drags you on top of his lap, earning himself a loud whine from you. 

“You're literally kidding. I'm so hot.”

“You gon' stay here”, he wraps his arms around you.

“Tae, I’m so sweaty.”

“I don’t care, I’m sweaty too. I just came from the fields. That’s why I’m dressed like that.”

Red sturdy cotton from top to bottom and with a brown cowboy hat perched atop of his head. He also has his boots on and wears a bandana around his wrist. 

“You look handsome”, you tell him, “I look like shit though.”

Grey work suit opened and pulled down to your hips. Your white tanktop is soaked in sweat and covered in black grease stains. Just as are your arms and some parts of your face. 

“You look sexy, I’m into it.”

You roll your eyes at him fondly. 

“Course you are.”

Taehyung smirks lazily and lets his hands slip to the inside of your thighs. 

“No. Behave.”

“Why not? I've not seen you in so long. I'm lonely.”

“We saw each other last night. You had breakfast at my place.”

“Yeah, that’s ages ago. Miss you like crazy, babe”, he says and puckers his lips for a quick kiss.

“Behave, Tae”, you warn in a chuckle.

“Why?” he whines. 

“Cause I'm coming over later anyways. Don’t taint my reputation.”

Taehyung chuckles, dancing his hands closer to your middle. 

“Tae”, you slap them away gently, “keep your grimy fingers to yourself.”

“They ain't grimy. I washed them”, he whines, retreating them and placing them on your hips instead. 

“You know how I meant it. You’re way too horny.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. Despite all the grease and sweat and dirt, he kisses your shoulder. And he loves doing it.

“I can't help it, it’s your fault ‘cause you’re so hot.”

You turn on his lap, placing your feet down with a loud stomp before letting yourself fall down right on his cock. He moans at that, widening his eyes in surprise. 

“So you think I’m hot?”

“Goddamn babe, you gon' make me hard.”

“Behave.”

“It's kinda hard when you sittin’ on my cock.”

“Oh? My bad, sorry”, you fake your guilt, slipping down his lap all to his dismay, “better?”

“Don't know, now I want you ridin’ me.”

You give his chest a gentle slap. 

“Hush, we're in public.” 

“Fuck babe, don’t you wanna leave early? Wanna have you right now”, Taehyung whines, tugging at your hips needily. 

“No, I have to finish the repairs. The customer is gonna pick up the car tomorrow and I need to finish it before that.”

“Tell your employees to do it.”

“No, I'm not gonna give my employees more work just ‘cause you’re horny.”

“That's unfair.”

“No, it’s not. I'm a fair boss.”

“No, it’s unfair to me.”

You roll your eyes.

“I'll ride you in a few hours.”

“Do it now.”

“No. Why are you so horny today?” 

“Cause I miss you and I was thinkin' about what we talked about.”

“What do you mean?”

“The thing about the rimjob.”

“Oh that. I thought the topic was off the table.”

“Yeah, I thought ‘bout it some more and maybe I ain't that against it anymore.”

“You watched porn about it, didn’t you?”

He flusters just slightly.

“Don't judge me.”

“I'm not, you can watch whatever you want”, you nudge his chest, “so you watched porn about it. Liked it?”

“Yeah well, maybe, I don’t know. I can’t say it didn’t make me hard.”

You chuckle.

“Don't laugh, I ain't proud of it.”

“Tae, it's totally fine. I’m the one who brought it up, it should be obvious that I'm into it.”

“Okay, you right about that. Sorry, I’m just weird about it.”

“No, you’re alright. Discovering new things about yourself can be scary.”

He nods his head. 

“So you wanna try it tonight?” you ask him.

“Don't know about tonight, I still gotta think more about it.”

“Alright, then we'll do something else tonight.”

“Yeah, you ride me and I make you cum.”

You laugh.

“Alright, I ride you and you make me cum. Twice.”

He smirks lazily, giving your hips a soft squeeze, “deal.”

“Good. Deal”, you say and give his chest a soft slap, “break's over, I've got a car to fix.”

You get up from his lap. 

“Yeah, I gotta go too. I just came here for a quick talk. I gotta go back to the fields again.” 

“Alright then, I’ll come around at seven.”

“Yeah, I’ll be waitin’. Oh yeah and don’t eat somethin’, Seokjin’s cookin’ dinner tonight.” 

“Ooh nice, now I'm even more excited.”

Taehyung leaves after giving you a loving smooch on the lips and a playful spank on your butt. And you continue your task of fixing the car. 

You ride Taehyung that night and it leaves the both of you entirely blissed-out. You leave early the next day, letting him sleep. And Taehyung sends you a sweet text once he wakes up, thanking you for last night.

You met Taehyung around a year ago. You couldn’t stand him at first. He wasn’t rude or gave you any other reasons for why you should have hated him, but you still did. You hated a lot of people back then. Especially men. Now stay with this story, we are getting there. You hated them because your environment quite frankly made you hate them. Your dad was a drunk, your grandfather was an abuser and your cousins were all terrible husbands. Your job also regularly showed you just how etched the old school sexism was in your town's men. Some would leave with their faulty cars because “a woman could never find the issue, let alone fix it properly”, some would ask if “Missy needs to take care of the garage for the day cause the hubby got drunk last night”, some would just straight up ask where the real boss – they meant your husband – was, despite your garage carrying your name and your name only. You were unmarried, if one may add this little fact. Now, it was a very small town. Not more than a thousand people, surrounded by big fields and with roads that weren’t the best for a car's health. There was another village close by. Up in the mountains and with not more than two hundred people. But your garage was the only garage in this valley. It still didn’t excuse the passionate sexism so many people showed.

Taehyung visited your garage about a year ago with his brothers Seokjin and Namjoon. Their truck had broken down and with the help of their oxen, they towed it all the way from their farm to your garage. It was quite the peculiar image indeed.

There were many things wrong with their truck. Brittle breaks, a broken oil filter which resulted in motor issues and they hadn’t cleaned out their aircon in years either. 

This still wasn’t the reason why you couldn’t stand Taehyung at first however. It was because he was playful and flirty and talked to you with a sort of childish carelessness and not once did he question why a single woman was the boss of a garage. On the contrary, he found it pretty awesome that you were. And this enraged you, because as much as you tried to find another reason for “why all men sucked”, you couldn’t find one thing about him that sucked. Now, his brothers were awesome too, but his brothers were both married already, so of course you weren't gonna mess with them. But Taehyung was single and very obviously interested in you. 

He began visiting your garage even long after you fixed their truck. At first he came with canting questions about cars and trucks and “his brothers sent him to get something” but as weeks turned into a month, he stopped pretending to visit you professionally. And one day he brought flowers. One day he came to your garage, dressed in his best clothes, with flowers in his hands and a shy grin on his lips and then he asked you for a date. And you pretended not to have time at first until Taehyung gave you a pout and you pretended to magically make space for him in your schedule. 

And the rest is history. He visited you with flowers or chocolates or other cute presents, you went on more and more dates, you shared your first kiss, you asked him to be your boyfriend and Taehyung said yes. 

Now you are here. One year later, terribly in love with each other and happier than ever. Taehyung is truly the best boyfriend ever. He is actually such an awesome boyfriend that you managed to shed your sometimes misplaced hatred against men and now changed it to “some men suck, not because they’re men but because society made it easier for them to be shitty people without consequences”. It was quite the big step for you, but Taehyung made it easy to do.

Taehyung visits your garage on Tuesday again. Five days after you rode him in his childhood bedroom with your hands around his throat.

“Hey babe”, he greets you.

You turn, “oh? Hey there handsome stranger, what brings you here?”

“We made bread today, I got you some”, he says, lifting a little basket filled with two loaves of bread into your vision, “got you some cheese to go with it.”

“That's so sweet, thank you so much Tae. You guys' bread's always so good”, you accept the gift with a fluttering heart. 

“You gon' like that one 'cause it's got a thick crust.”

“Just how I like it. You know me so well.”

“Yeah, gotta be best boyfriend of the year”, he says and grins cutely, earning himself a sneaky little kiss.

You feel scandalous doing it because you've got customers next to you, but Taehyung is too cute not to kiss. 

He flusters accordingly, knees buckling and body drawing closer to you instinctively while his gaze becomes oh so dreamy. 

“You're already the best boyfriend of the century”, you say, soothing over the spot you kissed before pulling away shyly.

“Hehe”, he lets out, grin growing.

“But what brings you here?”

“I wanted to see you”, he says.

“Aren't you coming over later?”

“I am, just wanted to tell you that I've been lookin' forward to it the entire day.”

“Me too. You're so cute.”

Taehyung steps closer, lowering his lips to your ear. The gesture speeds up your heart tremendously. 

“I made a decision”, he whispers seductively, “I'm down.”

You sneak a scared glance at the customers. They haven’t heard what Taehyung said, still busy looking at the newest model of truck they plan on buying. 

“Tae goddamn, you're making my knees weak”, you whisper, knees truly wobbling. 

He lets out a teasing chuckle, keeping his voice extra low for it. 

“I can't wait, babe. I'm gon' ride your face like a pony.”

You snort, rolling your eyes despite your stomach doing a little excited flip. He may be silly, but he is still terribly hot whilst being so. 

He steps back afterwards, pecking your heated cheek. 

“I'll see you later, love. Can't wait”, he says, having the audacity to turn and leave you in your boiling soup of horniness. 

You won’t be able to properly concentrate for the rest of the day, mind solely focused on what Taehyung told you. 

So he is actually going to ride your face.

You live in the village above a ramen place. The owners are an elderly couple, who were nice enough to give you their spare rooms upstairs. You wanted to pay rent, but they refuse to accept your money whenever you offer, saying that family doesn’t need to pay. They lived next doors in a little two story house with a small, walled garden. Sometimes Misses Kang brings over leftover ramen. Mister Kang regularly brings over persimmons from their persimmon tree. Maybe regularly was too weak of a description. You basically are able to eat fresh persimmons daily during their season as each morning, you open your door to Mister Kang grinning at you with his two front teeth missing and a melodic “got more persimmons, granddaughter” on his lips.

You weren’t their granddaughter, but you think that they see you as such. Misses Kang once told you that they had a granddaughter, born the same year as you, but that she died in an accident in the mill she worked at. You sometimes catch her calling you by their granddaughter’s name before she catches herself and then laughs about it with embarrassed melancholy in her dark brown eyes. You never correct her, you simply give her a smile and then hold her hands to laugh right with her.

You think that you might love them. You never really knew your grandparents as they both died when you were around five, but if they were still alive, they would be around the age of the Kangs. So as much as they see you as their granddaughter, you see them as your grandparents and that was a very lovely thing to do.

Your place was very homely. It stretched over the entire space of the downstairs restaurant with windows on each side of the building so you always had something pretty to look out at. From the east windows you could watch the sun rise behind the high mountains in the distance. From the west windows you could watch it set behind the forest covered hills. From the south windows you had view of the village and from the north windows you could spot the mountain village in the far, far distance. Taehyung always says that he plans on taking you there one day because of its amazing teashop, but he didn’t get to do that yet.

A set of dark wooden stairs leads up to a balcony and your front door. You keep your herbs and tomato plants on the balcony as it was south facing and therefore perfect for growing your food. You plan on trying out bell peppers next season. Taehyung promised to give you some of their seeds for it and also to help you with any horticultural struggle you face.

Speaking of Taehyung. You have just managed to finish lighting all your candles in your living room when you can hear his distinct knock on your front door. He always knocks in a rhythm. It changes between two patterns, depending on what he feels like that day. He used the second pattern tonight. Two slow knocks followed by two fast ones.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing the creases in your dress and the mess in your hair, before hurrying to open the door. You are so excited.

Taehyung, like most of the time, is leaning against the railing of the balcony, posing all nonchalantly. He is wearing his favourite blue jeans tonight with a matching shirt and his fanciest cowboy hat. He tips it as a greeting, giving you a playful, lopsided smirk.

“Good evenin’ me lady”, he greets you.

“Good evening, handsome cowboy”, you greet him, stepping out of the doorframe, “come in. Did you get here on Bruno?" 

“Yup, he's parked outside”, Taehyung says and greets you with a kiss.

“That's nice. Did you have a good ride?”

“Yup. But not as good as I'm gon' have one later, am I right?” he flirts as takes off his boots, placing them on the bamboo shoe rack you built yourself.

He makes you laugh, “hopefully, yeah.”

“I picked this for you”, he says, presenting you a bouquet of meadow flowers. He hid it behind his back pocket before.

“They are so pretty, thank you so much”, you accept it with a fluttering heart, “I gotta put them in water before they weld. Get comfy in the meantime.”

You store your vases in a cabinet in the living room. Your parents gave it to you, told you that it was already two hundred years old and that you will take great care of it. You love it a lot. It really compliments the rest of your wooden furniture.

“I’m thinking that we could eat kimchi stew for dinner. I still gotta use up all my old one, it’s really sour already”, you tell Taehyung as you make your way to your kitchen.

It was separated from your living room by a half wall. The hanging cabinets formed the other part of the wall, leaving you with a big enough window so that you could comfortably look at Taehyung as you work to fill the vase with water. Worktops were on one side of the half wall while a spacious breakfast bar was on the other side. You never use it, because you consume most of your meals in front of the TV on your comfortable couch.

“Sounds good, I didn’t eat yet”, Taehyung answers you, standing by the window like he always does when he comes over. With his hands on his hips and his tummy just slightly sticking out as he arches his back.

“You don’t mind that I didn’t cook it yet, do you? I just didn’t know how soon you wanna fuck, so I waited with the food.”

Taehyung keeps on staring outside.

“Tae?” you try.

“Mhm?” Taehyung looks over his shoulder.

“I just said that I hope you don’t mind I didn’t cook yet ‘cause I didn’t know if you wanted to fuck already.”

“Oh”, he turns to you then struts to the couch to sit down, “no, it’s fine. I ain’t hungry yet. I’m nervous”, he confesses and laughs shyly.

“You are? Because of the rimjob?”

“Yeah”, Taehyung nods his head.

You put the flowers in the vase and place it on the breakfast bar, turning it in a way so that you could see the prettiest part of the bouquet from the sofa. Then you strut to Taehyung, letting yourself plop down on the sofa next to him.

“You know we don’t have to do it, if you changed your mind again”, you tell him, caressing his thigh.

“No, I’m nervous ‘cause I really wanna do it”, he says, taking off his hat to play with his hair nervously, “I feel like an idiot”, he confesses in a breathy laugh.

“Why?”

“Cause I talked all big balls at the garage and now I’m nervous. I’m big mouthed, nothin’ more.”

“It’s fine, I get it. We can chill for a bit if you want”, you suggest.

“Yeah, I like that” he says, letting himself fall down on your sofa. He throws his legs on your lap, relaxing with a loud sigh. He grunts and then hums in content as he rubs his own tummy.

“Pff”, you scoff, “you and your dad noises all the time.”

Taehyung peels his left eye open, “those ain’t dad noises. They’re uncle noises.”

You chuckle, running your hands up and down his shins mindlessly.

“How’s Jihyo doing? Is she still teething?” you ask him.

“Yeah. She’s cryin’ so much”, Taehyung says, opening his right eye too in order to look at you as you talk, “Namjoon hyung’s been tryin’ to calm her down all day but she keeps cryin’. I’m kinda glad to be here now, not only ‘cause I can see you, but to get away from the baby. It’s so noisy at home.”

“That sucks. I get your struggle. I bet it must be so uncomfortable for her though.”

“Yeah probably. Poor girl, must be so confused why teeth keep showin' up in her mouth”, he says and then with the help of his abs sits up. He pecks your cheek, making you turn your head to him. A kiss on your lips follows, the kind which leaves a flutter in your tummy.

“Why did you do that?” you ask in a whisper.

“Cause you’re so pretty”, he whispers, stubbing your cheek with his nose.

“You’re such a flirt.”

Taehyung chuckles softly, eyes flitting to your lips.

“Can we make out?” he asks.

“I really want that, yeah”, you answer him.

“Mhm honey, you’re so hot”, he rasps, hooking his fingers behind your head to pull you into a kiss.

The problem with not sharing a place is just how incredibly needy you get for each other. You rarely go out for dates and if you do, you always have to do it after a quick fuck at one of your places. You joked about it with him already. Your dates always start with sex before anything else can happen. You blame it on all the shameless flirting the two of you do and all the days spend separated. You can’t help it. Taehyung is the hottest man alive and his body is so fucking addicting. When you know that you can spend the rest of the day with him, you get so horny and needy for him that you want him first and only then crave other date activities.

And Taehyung feels the same. He is certain that if you and him didn’t start off your dates by fucking, he would actually die of blue balls during the date.

Taehyung falls back on the sofa, pulling you with him. You fall atop his chest, elbows caging in his head and lips dancing with his’. He sighs because of it and you answer him with a soft moan.

You were actually his first. He never put great importance in the whole concept of virginity like all those big town people do. He is convinced that virginity is nothing but a city trend, because he never thought it to be important. He knew that he wanted to be intimate with the right woman, no matter when she came around, and he saw no shame in waiting for her. He found her in you by the young age of thirty one and now he can’t stop wanting you over and over and over again. Sex is so fucking amazing when it’s with the right person. Taehyung is convinced of it.

“How come you’re already kinda hard?” you break the kiss to ask him in a chuckle.

“Cause I’ve been horny for you all day”, he says and pouts, “stop teasin’, I can’t help it.”

You snicker, “you’re cute”, you say, pecking his lips until he stops pouting and kisses you back properly.

He wraps his legs around your hips, closing his arms around you in a way so that his chest is snug against yours. Like this you can grind against him, humping him with needy rolls of your hips. 

Taehyung breaks the kiss in a breathy chuckle. 

“You gon' make me cum if you do that”, he says, having to moan softly as his hips chase the friction. 

“Yeah? Wanna go to the bedroom?”

“Yeah, want that.”

“Let’s go.”

No time is wasted between you and him. You are needy for each other and that means you have to act quick. You make out on your way to the bedroom. Lips dance with each other desperately while your hands fumble with the other’s clothes. His shirt leaves his torso in the hallway. Your dress follows seconds later. 

Taehyung cradles your tits instantly, massaging them through the fabric of your bra. He makes you moan because of it and for your hands to work even quicker. You tug his white tanktop out of his jeans, pulling it up his torso. 

The kiss breaks so you could slip it over his head. Taehyung even lifts his arms for you, chuckling shyly when you rough up his hair. 

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, I'm good”, he says, falling back into the kiss as your fingers begin running through his hair. He touches your lower back, but soon feels up your ass. He is too obsessed with it not to steal a touch. You don’t mind. On the contrary, you like it. Taehyung’s fingers have been on every single inch of your body and you goddamn love how they feel. He is so unapologetic in his touches, so confident and with the right amount of cockiness to really get you going. Obviously he never does new stuff without asking first, but he also knows when it is safe to do stuff without asking as he is incredible good at listening to your cues. 

Just like right now, when you press him against your dresser, placing your knee on the surface to cage him in. Your ass sticks out that way, allowing Taehyung to pull your panties to the side and run his fingers along your middle. Your pussy and rim. He knows just where to touch to make you sigh. 

“You're wet", he mumbles into the kiss.

“Mhm, wet for you”, you tell him, kissing him with tongue. 

Taehyung moans, parting his lips to allow you access. You are so good at tongue kisses. Taehyung thought the concept was weird at first. Until you kissed him with tongue for the first time. That’s when he finally understood and, quite frankly, became obsessed. He tugs you closer, trying his hardest to tilt your hips in a way that would allow him better access to your clit. 

You stumble because of it, crashing into the dresser with him and knocking over your candle. It was turned off. Thankfully. 

“Careful there, cowboy”, you laugh, slamming your foot down to find support again.

“Sorry, my bad”, Taehyung chuckles, giving you a sheepish look, “you okay?”

“Mhm, I am”, you say, rubbing your hand up and down his chest, “my candle not that much.”

Taehyung fixes it with a blush, swaying his shoulders from side to side. He glances at you.

“Sorry?” he mumbles shyly, widening his eyes cutely.

“Com'ere, you sweetheart”, you say, dragging him to your bed by his belt. 

Taehyung follows with wobbly knees, feeling then wobble even more when you drag him atop your lap. You slam your hands onto his round buttocks, forcing him to yelp it surprise.

“Babe”, he gasps, widening his eyes, “whatcha doin'?”

You snicker, wiggling your brows. 

“You like it?” you coo, kneading his plump flesh.

“I can't say I hate it”, he says, laughing breathily. He shakes his head, “you been doin' things to me, babe”, he murmurs. 

“Yeah?” you smirk, looking at his lips, “come and kiss me.”

Taehyung claims your lips instantly, arms closing around you and naked chest melting with yours. He moans, squirming on your lap.

He hasn't sat in your lap very often before. Maybe once or twice while you were in the heat of the moment, but never actively. You? You are sitting on his lap all the time, everywhere and anywhere. Taehyung not so much. He thinks it’s weird. Not because he actually thinks that it is, but because he is always scared to be called mean names. You always tell him that the people who call him names aren’t worthy of his attention either way, but you won’t pressure him. 

It makes it feel all the more special tonight. He is comfortably heavy on your lap and to your surprise, he is better at grinding against you as you thought he would be. Also, his butt feels extra plump and big in that position. You can’t stop feeling it up. 

Taehyung has the sexiest ass in the universe. It was actually one of the first features you noticed about him. Next to his smile and pretty eyes. His butt always looks so good in jeans and all those tight riding pants he wears. You like holding it whenever he gives it to you missionary and whenever he takes a shower at your place, you can’t help but jump right in there with him just so you can feel up his ass. 

Truly, with your obsession for his behind, it was only a matter of time that you'd suggest butt stuff. You know that you won’t get Taehyung to agree to anything going up his butt for a long time, but you don’t mind. You are already content with the aspect of getting to eat him out. 

You break the kiss, panting heavily.

“I fucking want you”, you rasp, trying and failing to slip your hands into his jeans. They’re just way too tight.

“You do?”

“Yeah, want you riding my face like you’re riding my thighs.”

Taehyung flusters, lowering his eyes.

“Unless, you changed your mind?” you make sure. 

“No uhm, no”, he shakes his head, “man, I’m nervous. Phew”, he confesses and laughs breathily, “I think my heart's gon' give up.”

“That's alright. If you still need time, I can give it to you.”

“No, I just. I want", he glances at you shyly, gnawing on his lower lip.

“Go ahead”, you encourage him.

“Can I use yo' shower? I wanna be smellin' good down there.”

 “Of course, go ahead. You know where everything is?”

“Yeah, been takin' too many showers here”, he jokes, getting up from your lap to hurry to your bathroom, “I'll be back soon.”

“Take your time, babe.”

You decide to add a little bit of romance to the bedroom in the time he freshens up. You light the candles, careful not to knock them over again, and fluff up your sheets so they look inviting. Then you turn on Taehyung’s favourite artist and get onto bed, resting in a sexy pose for when he comes back. 

Taehyung does so after fifteen minutes and with a towel wrapped around his hips and his skin smelling like your rose shower gel. 

He stops, looking at you with widened eyes. 

“Hello there sexy, you’re back", you greet him, wiggling your brows.

“The room's lookin' so romantic”, he gasps, “babe, you look so hot”, he exclaims, climbing onto bed, “babe, you been doin’ so much”, he giggles.

“I thought I’d set the mood”, you explain, rolling onto your back as Taehyung climbs on top of you. He plops down on your crotch, hands resting on each side of your head. 

“You're spoilin' me, I’m so lucky”, he says with the biggest heart eyes.

“No, I'm lucky. You’re so sexy with your towel”, you say, tugging on it playfully. 

Taehyung draws closer, “wanna kiss you.”

“Do it.”

You fall back into the needy tongue kiss, continuing where you left off, except that Taehyung wears significantly less clothing and his fingers are kneading your tits. Your own are groping his thighs and butt, forcing the towel to unravel more and more. Taehyung doesn’t mind, moaning and mewling into your mouth as his body falls back into the pleasure. 

The shower made his cock go down again. Quite frankly, the act of cleaning out his butt and making sure he was squeaky clean back there felt too embarrassing to him to stay hard. He didn’t mind doing all this stuff, because you always do it for him when you’re doing butt stuff, but it was still foreign to him and therefore a little scary. Taehyung thought that it wasn’t that bad in the end and that he could imagine doing it again if he ends up liking the rimjob. 

He likes that you turn him on again. All it takes are your touches and kisses to get his cock hard again. 

He breaks the kiss, moaning your name and dragging his parted lips down your neck. Like this, his back arches naturally, finally giving you the opportunity to rip off his towel. It falls onto the floor and becomes forgotten. 

Taehyung moans, wiggling his hips. He sucks on your skin, eliciting sighs of his name. Your fingers grasp his buttocks, kneading and massaging them so eagerly that Taehyung feels the sensation on his rim. It is so peculiar to him, because you've groped him like this a hundred times before and yet this is the first time where he actively takes in on how this makes his ass feel. And it feels really good. Electric and just gentle enough that Taehyung craves more.

“I'm horny”, he confesses, chasing your touch. 

“You are?”

“Yeah”, he whispers. 

“Horny enough to hop on there?”

“Maybe? Don’t laugh if I move weird.”

“I would never”, you promise him.

“Yeah then, uhm”, Taehyung lifts his head, “wanna, uh, try?” 

“That sounds like a plan to me. Hop on there, cowboy”, you say, spanking his butt gently. 

Taehyung scrambles to his knees and begins to climbs on top of you, mumbling every step under his breath and laughing nervously throughout the whole process. He chooses the position you always choose when you ride his face. With his butt facing you and his head facing your toes. He places his hands on your thighs and looks over his shoulder.

“Don’t look there”, he whines when he realises that you are gazing at his ass.

Your eyes flit up, “why not?” you laugh fondly, “you’ve got a nice ass.”

“Yeah but”, he can’t find an excuse, “sorry, I’m weird ‘bout it.”

“It’s alright”, you give him a reassuring smile, “wanna scoot up a little and make it easier for me?”

“Uh yeah”, Taehyung follows hesitantly, widening his eyes nervously.

“There we go, so sexy”, you murmur under your breath, grabbing his buttocks to spread them.

“Shit, I can’t look”, he gets out, turning his head away and squeezing his eyes shut. It’s going to happen soon. Taehyung holds his breath in preparation. He can’t pull back now. It’s going to happen one way or the other. Fuck, his heart’s going to give up on him.

“So sexy, babe. You’re so sexy”, you rasp and stick your tongue out, dragging it over his rim.

“Woah”, he gasps, flinching away. Despite his attempts of not looking, he still ends up glancing over his shoulders, lips parted in shock and brows lifted.

That felt so warm and wet. Taehyung stills feels the effects it had on him.

Your eyes meet.

“How’s that? Was that really that bad?” you tease him a little, caressing his tense buttocks.

He shakes his head.

“Yeah? Wanna give me more?”

Taehyung shimmies back up and sticks his ass out, eyes glued to your face. Your eyes flutter closed and a second later Taehyung feels wet warmth drag itself over his rim. He widens his eyes, mouth falling open in shock. Another time. You use the flat of your tongue for it, grinding it against his hole.

“You gotta be shittin’ me”, he gets out and laughs shakily.

Your eyes open, pinning him down with just a look. He gulps, feeling the next lick so intensely that he has to moan. He moans again when you purr against him and flick your tongue over his rim. You lift him off of you and to Taehyung’s surprise, he is really sad that you did. It felt so good. Taehyung wants more of it. 

“Like it?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he rasps, “can you do it again?” he asks shyly, moving his butt closer to you.

“Mhm babe”, you purr, pushing him back down onto your face.

Now encouraged by his words, you truly show him what you can do. There is no reason for you to hold back anymore. Taehyung’s into it and that means you want to show him what he missed. You keep his hips pinned down, using your entire head to grind your tongue against his hole and kneading his buttocks with hungry fingers.

“Fuck”, Taehyung presses out, rolling his head to the front and dropping it. He squeezes your thighs, arching his back instinctively. He moans, closing his eyes as his body falls into the pleasure. He has to give it to you. You once again, did it. Taehyung was so sceptical of the entire situation. How could a guy enjoy getting his hole licked? It sounded impossible to him. He is happy that he was wrong, because what you are doing feels really good. Your tongue is so warm and wet and soft, showing him just how sensitive his backside actually was. Oh, he is so happy that he was wrong.

“Don’t wanna stop”, he sighs, wiggling his hips which results in his hole grinding over your tongue even better. So he does it again, moaning your name as warm pleasure soaks his senses. He feels especially warm between his legs and his inner thighs. He can’t explain it. It starts on his hole and spreads down his thighs, threatening to go further and further. Taehyung wants it to happen, scrunching up his nose in bliss. “Don't wanna stop”, he confesses in a barely there whisper, “don’t stop….”

You slip off of him for some air, eyes running over his hole. It’s all wet from your spit, looking so pretty up close. All soft and relaxed. You have to squeeze your thighs together at the view. It’s a true shame that it took you so long to see it. You missed out on the sexiest view ever. 

“How’s it looking?” you check up on him, aching for another taste. You crave him with every fiber of your body.

“Want it again”, Taehyung sounds out of breath and needy, wiggling his hips in a silent plea for more.

“You’re so hot, Tae”, you rasp, pulling him back. You moan into him, licking and sucking his hole hungrily. He tastes so good. You seriously can’t get enough of him. You dreamt of this moment for so long. You always knew that Taehyung would be a natural at riding your face. After all, this man rides horses like no other. It would have been surprising if he wasn’t good at taking a little ride on your face. And he is. Oh he is. 

You moan happily, wrapping your arms around his waist. You need to be suffocated by him. He smells so good, tastes so goddamn heavenly.

“You’re crazy, fuck”, Taehyung groans, squeezing his thighs together as best as possible. He doesn’t want to suffocate you, scared that he is way too heavy, but you give him no other choice. You have him hostage and all he is supposed to do is take the pleasure you give him. Taehyung must admit, it was a pretty easy task to do.

You hum in agreement, wiggling your tongue into his hole. Just a little, but Taehyung still shudders in reaction, voice pitching in pleasure. Fuck, he sounds so sexy. You want him crumbling on your face. It’s all you need.

You slip your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around him to jerk it off quickly.

“Ah! ___!” Taehyung moans loudly, throwing his head back, thighs trembling like crazy and cock throbbing in your hand. He was so concentrated on how your tongue makes him feel that he completely forgot about his cock and now that you are tugging on it vigorously, he swears that he will actually pass out.

He scratches up your thighs, grabbing your hips instead. He can barely find any strength in his fingers, shaking as he tries to squeeze you.

“Ah! Ah god! Ah!” his voice is loud, leaving him instinctively. You’ve reduced his instincts down to shaking and moaning for you. There is nothing else his body could do right now. It feels so goddamn good to him.

Your grip around his cock tightens each time you reach his tip, sending jolts of pleasure through his veins each time that happens. And whenever you do, your tongue on his hole feels even more unbearable. You aren’t going deep, just a little past the tip, but that’s enough already for Taehyung to feel completely and utterly fucked. 

Fucked.

Taehyung gasps for air.

Fucked by tongue. 

Taehyung moans, clenching around you. 

“What are you doin' to me?” he somehow manages to produce, “oh god, what…you…doin' to me?”

You growl, spilling tears. He is so into this. You can’t believe your luck. This is the best day of your life. You want to treat him so fucking right.

You try to wiggle your tongue deeper, fucking it in and out of him with nods of your head. Your fingers glide over his cock quickly, spoiling him to the best pleasure in existence.

Taehyung is burning up, chasing the sensations with needy movements of his hips. You moan deliciously because of it, presenting your tongue to him so he could fuck himself on it. And he takes it gladly, riding your face as if he was made to do so all while his cock spills his desperation all over your fingers.

This is seriously the best day of your life. You spill more tears, moaning happily. This is the best day ever. The fucking best.

“I’m close”, he confesses, resorting to moaning loudly afterwards. He arches his back, slipping his hands up to your waist to squeeze you as best as his weak limbs allow him to. “Really…close…”

“Mhm Tae”, you growl, tightening your arm around his waist to push him down on you. It squishes your nose a little, but you don’t mind. He is burning up on your tongue, twitching and clenching all desperately and driving you insane in the process. You concentrate your touches on his tip, jerking it off with the fastest movements even if that means Taehyung has to writhe and whimper your name. 

Maybe you wanted this to happen. He is so sexy when he is writhing for you. All needy and desperate and running on nothing than the desperate desire to orgasm. He looks sexiest like this. With his skin all glowing in pleasure and the chains around his neck jingling each time he writhes. 

Taehyung tenses every muscle in his body, curling his toes. He hasn't felt so much heat between his legs before. He doesn’t know how to handle it. He has to let go. He  can’t take much more.

“I have to cum”, he croaks, “babe, I-I have to- ah, cum”, he breathes, dropping his head and tensing his stomach, “please. Please. Baby, please.”

You moan into him, twisting your hand in sync with your tongue wiggling into his hole again. Deep and quick. You want him completely ruined. 

“Oh god”, he gasps, “oh god, oh god, n-now ba-”, he can’t finish his sentence as his high knocks him out completely. He screams your name, throwing his head back as he gets swallowed by the flames. He covers your tummy and thighs in his cum, trying his hardest not to drop onto your face, but failing once it feels way too good to him.

“Sorry, oh sorry”, he gasps, shaking atop of you. “I, I can’t control..it! Ah!”

You growl into him, telling him that you don’t mind by pressing him even closer. You want him to give you everything. Every shake, tremble and twitch until he physically can’t give you more.

Six more strokes and then Taehyung gasps in overstimulation, dropping to his elbows involuntarily and slipping off your face that way.

“Oh god”, he chokes out, plopping down on you with his entire weight.

You pant for air, licking your lips to get all of his taste. So fucking tasty. Your hand slips from his cock, caressing his waist instead. He is shivering like crazy.

“Fuck Tae”, you croak, gulping heavily, “that was intense.”

“Mhgmh”, he lets out, hiding his face away in your thigh. He nuzzles you, whining loudly. You lift your head, glancing down at him.

“Are you okay?”

“No?” he turns his head, squishing his cheek against your thigh, “why'd you have to do that?” he whines with a pout.

“Do what?” you ask in a chuckle.

Taehyung rolls off you, dropping onto his back. He rubs his hands over his face, exhaling loudly.

“Make me cum so hard.”

You snicker, sitting up and climbing on top of his lap. You drag his hands away from his face, intertwining your fingers with him and pinning them next to his head.

“I told you that you’ll like it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah? But what the hell?”

You chuckle, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“So? What’s the bottom line here?”

“That I’m scared of what ya’ doin’ to me”, he murmurs, cracking you up. He laughs with you, wrapping his arms around you to hug you against his chest, “you were right. I loved it”, he says, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face, “never cum that hard before.”

“Yeah? I loved it too. You were so hot”, you tell him, enjoying his hug with a fluttering heart.

He purrs happily, snuggling into you.

“Did you cum too?” he asks, tracing your spine slowly.

“This was about you, it’s fine”, you dismiss him, but Taehyung shakes his head vigorously.

“I can’t accept that. My lady needs to cum too”, he says, sitting up even if it is hard. He picks you up for a second to throw you into the pillows.

“Not so fast”, you laugh, accepting your fate of getting your panties pulled down by him with the biggest heart eyes.

“Relax, babe. I'm gon' take care of you”, Taehyung says and parts your legs. Seconds later has disappeared between them, not to be seen again until you are five orgasms in and you have to tug him away from you by his hair.

[duskterrace]

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tw: long ass post. ✉️ : LETTERS TO SANTA

Raffa,

Heads up this is kinda lame, but I was told to be honest so this is me, being honest for once.I don’t really know how to start or end these, so I guess I'll start with a quote that I read lately that reminded me of you. “meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time knowing it would be my favorite.” This one stood out to me for a while, and I couldn't quite figure out why. Maybe I wasn't exactly sure how to do that. Because it would mean that I would have to be honest with myself about how I felt about you. Because it would mean that the second I am honest, I'll have to let those harbored feelings go. And I can admit…I didn't want to let them go. No one really wants to give up on a crush they’re harboring deep within themselves. Sometimes because they’re afraid a small piece of them will break off along with the person sized chunk they tore out of their chest. Other times because there's always that residual feeling of hope that one day, just maybe, if you try hard enough, that person will find space in their heart for you too. But that's not the case for us. For me, I mean. To give some back story ( excuse any typos because my hands are starting to get shaky hah ), I met you through Noa and Jaehyun so many times and thought you were just… so, so cool. At first it was awe, like when you finally find someone you can look up to. Someone to aspire to be like. It wasn’t love at first sight, in fact I didn't feel anything past platonic feelings. But then, that one…weird night when I was at my lowest ( mentally ), you came to the rooftop while I was up there doing my ‘pretty dorky’ studies on planets. We both knew you were searching for Noa and happened to stumble on me but, you being the nice person you were, noticed i wasn't in the best mood and you stuck around. I don’t know what that night did to me, but despite it being below 60 degrees… I was oddly warm talking to you that night. I, a person so….detrimentally afraid of falling…fell so hard in less than 3 hours and it shook me to my core. Achilles and the words he said to Patroclus had nothing on the things I wanted to say to you. And what…made me fall so hard, you might ask? You made a dumb fucking joke about the stars, and your smile just….messed me up from then on. The stars themselves couldn’t compare to it. And the rasp within your deep laugh was like the knife i twisted within myself, because i knew i was genuinely…fucked. I started looking forward to seeing you around. I started, despite knowing that this –that feelings– never usually end well for me, started looking forward to simple interactions between us after that. At first just noticing that weird flutter in the pit of my stomach when you’d pop up, to full blown waiting for my next fix of you as if I was addicted to the butterflies you gave me. I’d cherish those fleeting occasional texts, the “ hey’s ” or nods in the hallway and the random tiktok’s you sent about…fuck knows, but they made me laugh. I…fuck, this is beyond embarrasing. Why did it have to be you? I don’t know why my heart skipped a beat when it came to you, and i can’t lie, i tried to will and pray the feeling away. But, you were like that karma I wasn't ready for. Your name furiously etched itself into my heart in a way that no one else’s ever had and before I realized it, before I could erase it to save myself from the doom that was welcoming me, it was practically tattooed there.

Don't get me wrong … I’ve had my rib cage broken into and left empty countless times. So I know the routine by now. It’s very fond of me, so I almost welcome it. Fall, break my own heart before anyone else can, tell myself it is what it is, give up on feelings for a bit, hyper-focus on my studies, meet someone again, rinse and repeat. Over and over. And I did that with you. Twice. Broke my own heart to give it some relief from being painfully aware you wouldn't see you the same way I saw you. But you’d come back with that dumb smile again and – oh how fast i’d realize i was putty in your hands. At some point, i was almost 100% sure I was just infatuated. And I probably was. I hopefully was just simply pining for you for superficial reasons but… whenever I sat down to sketch to just clear my mind, the only face that came to mind was yours. The way the sun catches the slope of your cheek, the deep grooves of your jaw, the crook in your smile, the warm undertone in your skin, and the shapes your mouth makes when you're yelling to a friend from across the common room. On countless occasions, I closed my eyes to imagine the personification of beauty itself, expecting to see Aphrodite and the only image behind those veils of black that I created–– the only thing that ever comes up–– is you. You and the way your lips round out to pronounce my name, the rich color of your eyes when light is reflecting in them, and how shadows will literally bend to your frame like my will bends to accommodate yours. I know it probably sounds weird to hear ‘one of your boys’ tell you this ... so I feel like I have to mention that it's been months since that day and I do everything in my power to distance us so that these feelings fade on their own. But there are those days where everyones hanging out and I can't just avoid you, and there it is again, the idea that maybe one day. We could be something. Simply because you sat next to me. Simply because you asked about the stars again. When I'm with you…it's so fucking weird. I get homesick for arms that have never held me. Arms that honestly, probably definitely never wanted to. Sometimes i feel like this is the curse that comes with my power. Not feeling like I'm enough in either gender. Not being able to be permanently female when I need to be, nor permanently male when it's asked of me. But… I think what I hate most about it–– or really, what I hate about myself–– is that if I could choose who I was and I had a shot with you? I know I’d do it 10 times over for a single chance to have you look at me the way you do her. And that’s not healthy. My powers always manifest as however i feel and lately when i'm with you, by default, i’m always….female. Almost as if I'm teetering between wanting to be what you like and being heartbroken knowing these actions to make you want me won't be permanent. I know it won't happen, but I can't help but…hold out hope. Anyway i’m just fucking around and wasting your time huh? I’ve bottled these feelings long enough to know that wishing for you would only make one of us happy, so the one thing I really want for Christmas is to see your smile for as long as I can. That and to q u i c k l y get over you because jesus fuck, man, this pining thing isn't a good look. I’d like at least a pinch of dignity in 2024. Um…so yeah. I think the hardest thing I'll ever do is walk away despite still being head over heels for you. So, despite the fallen tears slipping down the back of my hands as I write this. Despite every bit of my soul wishing to hold onto you for just a moment longer– for just a single milli-second longer. I think this letter is me giving you up, officially. Maybe… in another universe, or in another lifetime, there's space for you and me, but it’s not this one. You aren’t mine. And I have to make peace with that. Also– Feliz Navidad, btw. Heh, Duolingo coming in clutch, once again huh?

Sincerely, Nasa Nerd.

[ this letter was left in drafts. ]

🥀 : 3AM DRUNK TEXT

( ✉️ ) SMS → PA RAFFA THE RAPPA

delivered / 03:25 am ✓ › you caillou built assh bitch where tf is my phone i saw yu take it???

delivered / 03:30 am ✓ › i hope a roach crawls across yur forehead tonitghte 😒

delivered / 03:40 am ✓ › nvm i founfded it. my bad.

[mellowyandere]

You’re Ours to Protect

Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it. 

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)

Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic. 

Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.

You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.

“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.” 

You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then. 

“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention. 

You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room. 

“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture. 

Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg. 

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you. 

“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.

You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody.. 

“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?” 

“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.

“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?” 

You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.

The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up. 

“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.” 

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”

“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame. 

“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late. 

“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”

“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”

You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?

You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent. 

“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”

It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass. 

You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down. 

“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group. 

Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.

Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core. 

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation. 

Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds. 

“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men. 

The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers. 

“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you. 

“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response. 

“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”

Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly. 

As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers. 

Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt. 

Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display. 

You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax. 

You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?” 

He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand. 

You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!” 

Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”

Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.” 

As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak. 

You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration. 

“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head. 

“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.” 

You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement. 

He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you. 

“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch. 

Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation. 

Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room. 

“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”

“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”

“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”

Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy. 

You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you. 

“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?” 

That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion. 

Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body. 

“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view. 

Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze. 

By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction. 

“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”

Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.

Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for. 

Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them. 

“Ready now primadonna?”

“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”

You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face. 

“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.” 

You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier. 

“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out. 

You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss. 

“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”

“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”

Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit. 

They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo. 

Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?

You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.

By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin. 

“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”

The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him. 

You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself. 

As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you. 

“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”

In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge. 

“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own. 

“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might. 

The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.

“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh. 

By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt. 

Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head. 

“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?” 

You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below. 

All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you. 

“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested. 

“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed. 

Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation. 

“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.

“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.” 

These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend. 

“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.

“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned. 

“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.” 

[universitypenguin]

Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex. 

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on. 

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

[kung-laos-hat]

How I think some of the MK characters would react to their S/O wanting to break up in the middle of an argument over something they did:

Johnny Cage

Thinks you’re joking at first, which only pisses you off more

“Really? You want to end things over a stupid argument? C’mon, (Y/n)...”

Thinks giving you some space to cool off with fix things until he realizes you’re serious.

Feels god awful about it when the realization hits. It’s a weird mix of anger, sadness, and jealousy.

He can’t take his eyes off you the next couple of days, but tries to act like he doesn’t care.

His breaking point is when you start to spend more time with the other men

Shows up in the middle of the night when no one’s around and apologizes profusely

Bi-Han

Gets really aggressive and upset about it, and tries to deny he loves you

“FINE. GO. It’s not as if we actually loved each other, anyway.”

Bi Han is used to people leaving him, sure, but you were the one person he genuinely wanted to stick around.

Not many people like him. He’s made a handful of enemies in his life to the point he subconsciously thought himself to be unlovable.

So when you came around and wanted to be with him too, it was a given he wouldn’t know how to deal with things like this in a relationship.

He absorbs himself with his work, more viciously than ever, but sulks during the night.

When he finally has enough of it he appears to you one evening and silently pulls you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder.

He mumbles a small apology and begs for you to stay with him.

Kuai Liang

Won’t accept that the two of you are over, but give you space.

“I understand if you need a little time off... but please don’t do this.”

Kuai Liang isn’t a bad lover, he just totally screwed up this time, and he acknowledges that after the fight.

However hearing you say you want to end things was like a stab in the chest to him. You were sort of the only consistent person in his life, so the thought of you leaving him caused him a lot of panic and anxiety.

He spirals into despair over the whole ordeal, so he takes a break from work and training.

Definitely tries to talk things out with you, followed by him hugging you tightly and giving a wholehearted apology.

Liu Kang

Definitely blames himself and begs for you to give him another chance

“You don’t mean that... please. I’m sorry, I’ll do better this time.”

Liu Kang has a really hard time letting go and getting over people, and he honestly expected the two of you two stick together for a long time. His abandonment issues become prominent here.

The situation rattles his day-to-day life. He’s less focused during training and becomes less talkative until the two of you are back on track.

Has a long talk with Kung Lao about it to help pinpoint where he went wrong.

Sorta clingy throughout the days following the argument, does not miss an opportunity to show you he’s trying.

Tons and tons of physical affection in private.

Kano

Instantly shuts down and pushes you away.

Kano had a really hard time committing to one person, let alone finding someone who would have enough patience to deal with his temper and personality to begin with.

So the fact you stuck around meant a lot to him. Hearing you say you’ve finally had enough made him realize how much he screwed up.

Would cuss you out a shit ton.

“We’ll go on then, leave. Does it look like I give a flyin’ fuck about whether you stay or not?”

Would instantly regret it, break some stuff, cry, then be at your door the next morning to apologize. Afterwards he would try to play it off like he wasn’t completely distraught over it.

“Gah, I knew you couldn’t stay away from ol’ Kano~”

____

Lol should I do a part 2? My bisexual ass really wants to write for some of the girls 😳

[tssidesfics]

TSSides Anti-Fairytale AU

I’m not coming for fairytales. They have their place, but as an aromantic person...I do not feel seen. And then I decided to re-watch Enchanted (pirated, of course, because fuck Disney). And then this idea happened. 

Patton was a child-king who married his best friend when forced to, and then she died in childbirth. He’s given Roman everything he could, but he’s lived his life dictated by the advisors who’ve used him as a puppet king his whole rule. He’s miserable because he doesn’t like how the system functions but he thinks he’s chained to tradition.

Roman copes with his complicated relationship with his father by questing and almost dying, like, every other week. Anxious attachment for days. Boy keeps trying very hard to find a princess and can’t seem to figure out why nothing will stick. To which Patton goes “oh. He got it from me. Oops.”

All I know is Remus is aromantic and aplatonic and exactly as chaotic as he should be.

Roman’s birthday. Ball. The classic. He greets all the noble families and he’s seen those losers a bunch before, but this time, he meets a new “girl” with a family he usually hates who intrigues him. He is not a girl and I will not be misgendering him because ew, but, gist: Virgil, transphobic rich parents forcing him to conform to gender roles, absolutely miserable, in Peak Bitch (gender-neutral) form. Roman mistakenly believes he’s cured and talks Virgil up a lot. Convinces himself he’s fallen madly in love.

Problem is, he tells Patton, who’s shocked he found a “girl” but absolutely is on-board, and then goes to the family to ask for Virgil’s hand and there’s no Virgil.

Thus begins the Mulan ripoff but openly trans where Virgil poses as a boy servant at the castle because his parents can’t get into the castle willy-nilly and it’s the safest place to be. Absolutely loathes Roman’s very existence because that dumb bitch flirted with him while he was a girl and therefore VIrgil thinks he is The WorstTM. Then Roman catches him grouching about and decides to solve this by teaching him sword-play, mostly to give him the excuse to beat on a dummy with a sword-shaped stick. 

Meanwhile Roman is just le sigh I did it again. I connected more with a boy than a girl. Why did she have to run away? Now I’m doomed to be weird.

Well then assassins break into the castle and Ever-Paranoid Virgil immediately susses them out as bad news and uses the remnants of the ball to absolutely wreck them when they try to kill Roman and his father while they’re taking a rare opportunity to chat and bond. Patton decides he is Adopting This Child, fuck you, advisors, he’s as thin as a stick, and Virgil now gets to eat with the royal family. 

It’s the first time Patton has ever actually told his advisors to go fuck themselves. It’s the first step toward a positive turnaround and it happened because Patton’s dad instincts took over and nothing in the world is more valid than that, fight me.

Enter genderqueer icon morally neutral witch, Janus, all pronouns, who’s trying to topple the monarchy to enact lasting change and didn’t want to dirty her hands right away, but honestly people are so unreliable. So he gets onto Patton’s crew as a handmaiden and excuse you who gave the king permission to be actually endearing?

Roman feels slightly weird because Patton’s calling Virgil “kiddo” and he’s not calling him his son but he also treats him very similarly as he does to Roman and Remus, which isn’t great but is significantly better than it could be, but Roman’s got a crush. 

Then Janus finds out Virgil’s trans and reveals this. Virgil thinks he’s about to get blackmailed into murdering the only people who have ever cared about him and then Janus just rolls their eyes like “excuse you I’m evil not psychopathic. I can give you a potion to make your body reflect your mind. You in?”

“Great, so my only cure to stop feeling like frozen trash reheated in a forest fire is to accept the highly dangerous bribe of a definitely evil witch! Thanks! I hate it!”

Yes Virgil memes even in a fantasy world where Tumblr doesn’t exist.

Also Virgil and Roman are bonding. A lot. They’re getting very close and Virgil even lets slip that he loves Roman and then tries to fling himself out a window. Roman gets touched, stops him, and tries to kiss him, but Virgil leans away. Roman expresses confusion.

“I...I love you, but I don’t want to kiss you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either. But I’ve...never wanted to kiss anyone. For any reason.”

“But...you still love me?”

“I do. I’m sorry.”

Roman...doesn’t feel as rejected as he thinks he maybe should? Honestly, it’s not totally a relief, but it’s just kinda...neutral. It’s not even a disappointment. 

Well, Janus is not evil and actually wants to run a kingdom (instating a committee mixed of educated rich fucks and working class receiving education) a whole lot more than Patton, who thinks she’s just...kinda awesome and very misunderstood. There’s a lot of hissing and grumbling that they’re not misunderstood, they’re evil, they don’t even have a tragic backstory, they just kill people to enact the change they want to see, just because they got ditched in a forest as a baby and was raised by a magic snake means nothing. The snake was a very loving and supportive parent.

Roman talks to Patton and Patton is like “fuck marriage rules. Fuck heteronormativity. Fuck my advisors. My kingdom is a haven for the gays. All the gays. Of every color. Come here and be merry and queer.”

Virgil’s just like “yo no reason but in this new world where it’s okay to love whatever gender is it maybe cool to be a boy when the world says you’re a girl?”

Janus draws a knife and glares at Patton and Patton’s just like “even if my partner wasn’t threatening to kill me I’d say it was fine why?”

“No reason.”

“Virgil.”

“What?”

“Is there something you want to share?”

“No.”

“Is there something you need to share?”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re being defensive again, Storm Grouch.”

Virgil sticks his tongue out. “Fine. People used to think I was a girl and I have a stupid body. Happy?”

And Patton learns from Janus the fine art of Validating The Fuck Out Of Gender.

The advisors stage a coop and lock Janus in an anti-magic cage, and then at the same time Virgil’s biological nightmares track him down and steal a spelled green apple from Janus’ shop they give Virgil. You know the drill. Deep sleep like death, yadda yadda.

Well, they immediately claim the body making a big dramatic deal about how they have to bury “her” and they’ll take “her” home to see her off and it’s so tragic, just as they were reunited, when the reality is they have the antidote back home, they’re just looking for control over his life again.

Except Roman goes off. “He is staying here where he--where he will be buried under the name Virgil dressed properly and if you came anywhere near his body I’ll kill you myself.”

Guess what constitutes a totally platonic, non-kiss related act of queerplatonic true love, bitch? Fighting your transphobic partner’s parents over their dead body.

Kingdom’s retaken, sweeping reform while Patton retires to be a stay at home dad to fix his relationship with his kids. Virgil gets formerly adopted. The stepparent is actually a morally neutral genderqueer witch who runs the kingdom fairly and justly, the central love story is trans and aromantic, and my queer ass is something resembling happy.

Logan is probably one of the advisors and the only one with sense who probably starts knocking off his coworkers after the coop because they’re all deeply, deeply stupid. Remus probably spends half the story making friends with a troll he brings in to save the day in the third act.

[mosswillow]

Alone - Dark!Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Adult content. Dark!, kidnapping, forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, oral (male receiving), violence, spit kink, Smut, Thor is mean af in this.

Summary: You’ve been hiding on earth for years after running away from an arranged marriage with Thor. What happens when fate brings him to your place of work?

A/N: This is part of the Synonyms series. You can read them as stand alones or all together. I encourage reading them in order if you want to read all of them but you do you. This is the idk fifth or sixth one I think.

Word count: 2k

All you’ve ever wanted in life is to be left alone. You ran from a life of luxury years ago, escaping from the expectations your parents and society had on you. The expectation to marry a stranger, to have his children, to spend your life in a gilded cage. You had to fight against a lifetime of brainwashing telling you that it was your place and your duty. You left in the dead of night shortly before you were to be sold off. You live on earth now, working at a bar and flirting with assholes for tips. You have your own tiny apartment and quiet life. You love it.

You hand a drink to a regular before turning to reach for another glass and pouring a beer. It’s been a busy night and it’s only just starting to slow down a little after 2am. Tomorrow is your day off and you can’t wait to catch up on sleep.

You almost don’t notice him walking in. If it weren't for his obnoxiously loud laugh you wouldn’t have looked over to the door. It’s Thor, your betrothed, the literal God you ran from. You stop working for a second before running to the back and hiding, having a mini panic attack. You didn’t think anyone was still looking for you. Sure, you knew Thor had left Asgard and now lives with the Avengers but you’ve never even come close to running into him. There’s no reason he should now be in your place of work.

“Are you ok Y/N.” Your manager says, cocking his head.

“I’m sorry boss, I’m just not feeling well.”

“Why don’t you go home, I’ll ask Amy to stay late.”

You thank him and get your coat, pulling on the hood and looking out at the room before walking quickly through the bar. You open the door and in your haste run straight into a wall of muscle. Thor grabs your shoulders and steadies you. You try to back away but his hands stay gripped to your shoulders, shaking them slightly.

“Y/N”

Fuck.

You look up into his angry eyes and give a smile.

“It’s… Thor right?”

Pain shoots through your shoulders as Thor tightens his grip.

“How did you find me?” You breathe.

“Twas luck. I walk in for a drink and there you are.”

You try to take a step back again and this time he lets you go.

“Ok, well it was good seeing you.” you say, preparing to kick ball change your way out of the state, or maybe planet.

Thor grabs hold of your wrist.

“You know I still have a claim on you.”

“You wouldn’t.”  

Thor holds you while he thinks. He reaches out to your face, cupping it in one large hand.

“It’s my right.”

You wrench your hand away and throw a punch, landing it on his jaw and sending him back several steps. He smiles and raises his hand, catching his hammer and fixing his eyes on you. You turn to run but don’t get far before he slams his hammer on the ground and you fall. Tears stream down your face as you try in vain to crawl away. He grabs you and turns you around, pinning you under him. Everything goes black as he punches you in the face.

---

The first thing you notice when waking is the metal cuff. You pull at it, crying out in rage when it doesn’t even bend. It must be made of something strong to hold you. You look around the large bedroom searching for anything that might help but find nothing. The door opens several minutes later, thor walking though it. You pull at the cuff as he slowly takes steps toward you.

“Don’t do this Thor, just let me go,” you beg.

“I’ve slept with many beautiful women,” Thor starts.

He reaches you, holding out his hand to feel the bruise on your cheek, the one he gave you.

“But none of them felt right, None of them were you.” He continues.

“No,” you cry.

“You belong to me Y/N, how dare you run away from that.”

“You’re one to talk. Where are we right now? Sure as hell not in Asgard.”

Thor’s eyes narrow as he leans in. “You know nothing of me.”

Thor gently strokes your face, moving his hand to cup your breast. He leans in to kiss you and you spit in his face, glaring at him with contempt. He backs away shocked before wiping the spit from his face.

“That’s not how this is going to go little lady, I’ll give back everything you throw at me.”

Thor grabs your jaw, pushing his thumb against the side and forcing it open. He spits into your mouth and you choke before swallowing.

“And I’ll make it ten times worse.”

“You say you had sex with lots of women but it never felt right? That’s weird because I’ve also has sex with plenty of people and you’ve never even crossed my mind. You’re just not all that memorable I guess.”

Thors entire body seems to grow as he storms across the room and grabs a key. He unlocks your hand and climbs on top of you, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You’re used to being the strongest person in a room but now Thor holds you easily with one hand as you struggle in vain.

“I’m the only one you’ll think of again, soon you’ll be begging for me.” He says grinding against you.

He kisses you, sucking in your lip and letting it go with a pop. You flinch as he grabs your clothes and rips them off of you before tearing off his own. He flips you over with ease, pushing down between your shoulder blades and slaps your ass a few times. You cry out as he gives a sharp thrust, his cock stretching you out painfully.  

“You say no but your body betrays you…” You bring your hands to your face as he thrusts over and over. “... So wet.”

Thor lets out a husky moan as his cum pours into you. He pulls out and sits next to you on the bed, grabbing your torn shirt and cleaning himself off. You sit up, pulling the blanket over yourself and staring ahead in shock. He kisses you on the forehead and grabs your hand again, cuffing you in place.

“Just until you learn your place,” He says as he pulls his pants on and walks out of the room.

---

Thor isn’t gone for long. He comes back holding a tray of food and drinks. You reach out for a grape and he pulls the plate away, taking the grape and holding it up to your lips. You take a shaky breath, shouting at him in your mind and imagining yourself punching the smirk off his face. You open your mouth and he feeds you several pieces of fruit and cheese as you sit wordlessly on his bed, his cum still smeared all over your thighs.

“Can I use the bathroom please?” you ask.

Thor smiles and kisses your temple.

“Of course.”

He unlocks your wrist and you walk to the bathroom, relieving yourself and pulling on a bathrobe you find hanging beside the tub. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open, running full speed out the door and through a hallway. Thor comes after you, yelling and cursing but you keep running full speed.

You run into a large living area where multiple Avengers sit watching tv. They all stand and run towards you, blocking your exit and you raise your fist. You recognize Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Sam Wilson staring at you, arms raised in fighting stances. Thor reaches the room as well and they surround you.

“You couldn’t have found one without super strength?” Tony asks Thor.

“I have no interest in human women.” Thor replies.

You kick Sam in the chest and he stumbles back, knocking over a lamp. Steve comes up behind you, grabbing you and you elbow him in the stomach, pulling him above you and throwing him across the room. Tony takes a step toward you but before he can throw a punch a woman comes up behind him and hits him over the head with a lamp. She stands shaking as Tony turns to her and grabs hold of her.

“Fuck, Sam get your girl before she hurts herself.”

Sam walks over to the woman, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the fight.

“No, I’m sorry Sam, please I’m so sorry.” She cries as she’s dragged away.

Thor throws a punch and you catch it but don’t see his other hand coming for your stomach. You fall to the floor coughing and he kicks you in the side.

“Jesus, Thor.” Tony says.

“Don’t underestimate her, she’s stronger than humans.” Thor says, grabbing your hands and pulling them behind you. You feel a pinch in your neck and the world goes black.

---

This time you’re not cuffed to the bed. You look around and realize that you’re in a windowless room. You push the wall, already knowing it will be made of something too strong for you to break. You walk around, opening up a dresser and rolling your eyes at the nauseatingly feminine clothing and explore a large bathroom.

“Tony helped make this for you,” Thor says, making you jump.

“Tell him fuck you for me.” you sneer.

Thor sighs and leans against the bathroom door frame.

“You won’t be getting out of here.”

You push past him and to the door finding it open. Behind the door is a small hallway and then a second door with a second keypad. Smart.

“It’s not forever. We’ve already found several incentives to help you feel more comfortable here.”

You turn to Thor and raise your eyebrow.

“How much do you care about the little bar you worked at?”

The implication sinks in.

“You would ruin innocent people's lives just to keep me here?”

“Darling, I’d do much worse than that.”

Thor pulls you by the waist to the bed, sitting down at the edge and pushing down on your shoulders until you kneel. He puts his hand under your chin.

“Open up baby.”

You clench your jaw.

“You will lose this game.” he says, gently coaxing at your jaw.

“Leave me alone!” you scream, tears falling in earnest.

Thor grabs the back of your neck, pushing you to the bed. He gets close to your ear.

“You want to be left alone dear? Ok, I’ll give you what you want. Call for me when you’re ready to behave.”

You hear both doors close and lock and scramble into the bed, folding yourself up into the fetal position under the blanket. You let yourself cry for hours before falling asleep.

---

You sit in your windowless room, knees pulled up to your chest and tears stains down your cheeks. You’re not sure how long you’ve been isolated at this point. You haven't eaten in days and feel weak, both physically and mentally. Screaming sounds stream into the room in random intervals so you’re always on edge and unable to sleep more than twenty minutes at a time. Every time you get out of the bed all the lights turn off forcing you to stumble in the dark.

Thor can punch and kick you, breaking and bruising you until the pain seeps into your bones. You’ll get up each and every time ready to fight. This however, this is so effective that it makes you miss him, it makes you want to cry in his arms and beg him to save you. You close your eyes and shed one more tear before calling his name. He walks in minutes later, approaching you and gently grabbing your jaw, his intentions clear. You open your mouth and close your eyes as he pushes his dick in, fucking your throat until he comes. He pulls you into his lap after, placing a blanket over you and holding you close.

You clutch on to Thor like he might disappear if you let go.

“Please don’t leave, I’m so tired.” you cry.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, you can sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You shake in his arms, slowly falling asleep despite the anxiety that fills every inch of you. He did this to you, made you terrified of the very thing you’ve always wanted.

To be left alone.

[moldisgoodforyou]

so like, nerdy strip poker

wordcount: 2k

warnings: it’s all straight smut. everyone say thank you @sunnypogue for begging for rafe x sophie smut. also the gif has nothing to do with this he’s just hot

_____

“This isn’t fun, why’d I have to date a nerd?” Rafe groaned as he finished scribbling out the last of fifty flashcards. He had been struggling in his economics class for the past few weeks and nothing was sticking, especially as he just kept staring at his typed up notes, so Sophie offered an alternative.

She rolled her eyes and reached her foot out toward him, kicking at his thigh. “Shut up and finish. You said you have to nail this test, don’t you?”

He caught her socked foot and wrapped his hand around her ankle possessively. “I know, I know. I’m done, here.” Rafe handed her the stack of cards and tried pulling her closer. “Are you gonna quiz me?”

“You’re too lazy to do it yourself?” She teased with a shiver, pulling away from him. She had on her winter coat, a knit hat, and a blanket wrapped around her - there was a giant snowstorm outside in the middle of February and the frat house wasn’t much warmer.

“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” He reached over again, only for her to tug away with a smirk. “No. You have to study. But I have an idea.”

He furrowed his brow, skeptical. “I don’t know if I like that look.”

“Every time you get a question right - wait, no, every three questions - I’ll take off a piece of my clothes.”

A slow grin spread across Rafe’s face and he sat back, lacing his hands behind his head. “So like, nerdy strip poker.”

“You keep calling me a nerd and I’ll put another blanket on instead.” She narrowed her eyes, pulling the blanket tighter and shoving her feet into her boots.

“Hey! Shoes are unfair!” He protested.

“Get your questions right and there won’t be a problem.” She stuck her tongue out at him and flipped through the cards, shuffling them first. “Alright. What is scarcity?”

“This is so not sexy.”

“Do you want to see me naked or not?”

He sighed dramatically, nodding, and answered the next few questions with ease. She toed off her shoes, the blanket and her winter coat, continuing to ask the questions.

“You know, this could be a lot more fun if we ditched the flash cards and you just stripped.” He gave her a lazy, hopeful grin, and she rolled her eyes. “What is the Phillips curve?”

“Shows the short run tradeoff between inflation and unemployment.” He replied easily, and groaned once he saw her tank top under her sweater she tugged over her head. “Since when have you ever worn a tank top under a sweater?!”

“A lot, when it’s cold.” She replied with a smug grin. “You just never noticed because you’re normally too preoccupied.”

“At least tell me you’re wearing my favorite bra.” He reached for her, going to pull up on the hem of her tank top, but she slapped his hand away. “Quit it. I didn’t know you had a favorite bra of mine.”

“It’s the red one I can see through.” He told her right away, point-blank with raised eyebrows.

She laughed at the quickness of his response, blushing a little. “No, I’m wearing a sports bra that’s at least five years old, it’s like the least sexy thing ever. But nice try. And I only wore that bra on accident.”

“On accident?” He asked curiously, cocking his head.

“Yes, you saw it because it was laundry day.” She blushed more, shaking her head. “I got it as a gag gift, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with you that day. It felt a little too...early in the relationship for lingerie.” She thought back to that day, nothing too special, and remembered how Rafe’s jaw literally dropped when he pulled off her shirt over her head. She had made a mental note of it and immediately went and bought more lingerie online that night.

“Lucky me.” He grinned and leaned forward, trying to grab the cards out of her hands. “Sophie - come on -” She wrestled them out of his hands, only getting him to let go by biting at his knuckle. He yanked his hand back, jaw dropping. “Did you just bite me?”

“You have to study!” She protested, holding the cards back and out of his reach. “I’m not letting you fail this test. Tell me what the circular flow diagram is.”

“You bit me. My girlfriend literally just bit me.” He repeated, dramatically rubbing over his knuckle.

“Answer the question or we’re not having sex.” She fixed him with a pointed glare.

“Wait, we’re having sex?”

“Oh my god, you idiot, I’m not taking all my clothes off in this cold ass house just to sit here on the couch.”

“Be nice to me, Jesus!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.

“You’re being dumb, I can’t help it!” She laughed as he flipped her off. “Answer the question.” He grumbled but followed along, answering a handful of questions until she stood to shimmy her tights off underneath her skirt, down to her sports bra, skirt and underwear.

“What are you - Sophie, just take the skirt off.” He groaned, holding back a smile as she struggled to wiggle out of them and keep her skirt on too. She stuck her foot in his lap, toe pointed as her tights were halfway down her thighs. “No, that’s not the point of the game. Pull these off.”

“I’m never studying with you again. Do you have those weird nipple things on under your bra? You were prepared for this game, weren’t you?” He yanked on her tights, causing them to rip, then immediately pulled his hand away.

“Rafe! Those are my good tights! Were my good tights!” She complained, hopping on one foot as she pulled them off. “I’ll buy you new ones, I didn’t think they’d rip like that!” He reached for the now-slim stack of flashcards again, trying to tug them out of her grip and accidentally gave her a papercut across the pad of her thumb. “Fuck, Rafe!” She hissed, yanking her hand back.

He winced and hooked an arm around her waist, easily pulling her down to his lap, and tenderly pressed a kiss to her thumb. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to.”

“You suck.” Sophie frowned, but picked up the flashcards off the couch anyways. “Just finish the deck. You only have ten left. And no, I’m not wearing nipple covers, dumbass, those are just for when I’m not wearing a bra.” She flicked his forehead, immediately following it with a kiss.

“You’re mean.” He argued, but softened a little at the tenderness of the kiss. As he answered the first couple of questions, she turned to straddle him, tugging up on his shirt. “Hurry up, I’m cold.”

“I could have warmed you up by now. Twice.” He smirked, catching her in a kiss. She shivered, feeling his hands automatically fall to her waist. “You’re too damn cocky. This is why I’m mean, your ego’s too big.”

“You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to encourage me.” He flinched upon feeling her cold hands tug up on his sweater, but let her pull it off anyways. “I do. When you deserve it. But you're annoying me right now.”

“You’re talking too much.” Rafe unbuttoned her skirt, tossing it to the side. “You’re not done - fuck -” She breathed out as he attached his lips to her neck, knowing exactly how to derail her train of thought. “Rafe -” She mumbled, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Hm?”

“The bed. Please.” She urged. He stood right away, easily slipping his hands under her thighs as he carried her over to the bed. “I’m gonna have a problem when I take my test.” He told her, kicking off his sweatpants then crawled back over her, caging her in with his forearms resting on either side of her head. “Because you didn’t finish the deck?” She asked curiously, hooking one leg around his waist and pressing her hips against his.

He bit back a groan, kissing her hard. “Because I’m going to be thinking of this the whole time.”

“That doesn’t sound like an issue.” She countered, lifting her arms so he could tug her sports bra off. He struggled, accidentally snapping the elastic against her chest. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”

Sophie giggled, twisting a little so he could successfully tug it over her head and onto the floor. “There you go.” He traced over the marks it left with one finger, frowning for a moment. “Does that hurt you?”

“Not really.” She sucked in a sharp breath as he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and licked across the other. “I think you should quit wearing bras.” He told her, trailing his hand down her waist and teased his index finger under the waistband of her panties.

“You get jealous when I wear a tight shirt out to the bars. You think you can handle guys looking at my nipples too?” She quipped, willing herself to stay quiet as he easily pushed her up the bed and tugged her panties off her body.

“Oh. Probably not.” He grinned as he ran two fingers across her entrance, making her whine. “You’re jealous too though.” She tensed in anticipation, but let her legs fall open a little wider.

“I’ve never been jealous in my life.” She lied, giggling when he looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah? What about -”

“If you say her name while we’re in bed, I will suffocate you between my legs.” She threatened, her smile instantly dropping.

“What a way to go.” Rafe grinned, dipping two fingers inside of her and loving the way she instantly reacted. He ducked his head down and wasted no time in getting to work, flicking his tongue across her clit and curling his fingers toward himself.

“Fuck, Rafe.” She moaned quietly, fisting her fingers in his hair. He kept up his ministrations at a steady pace, pushing her thighs out again when they nearly clamped around his head. “Easy, baby.” He smirked. Sophie lifted her head to make a quick retort, but her breath caught in her throat as he sucked on her clit, all thoughts forgotten.

When she got whinier and whinier, close to shaking, he pulled away abruptly, groaning quietly as she tugged hard on his hair. “Careful, Soph.” He brought both fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and she watched him with wide eyes for a moment, letting go of his hair. “I - um, sorry, but. You weren’t done.”

He smirked, kissing up her body. “I don’t mind.”

“I was so close.” She mumbled, whining as he sucked a mark along her collarbone.

“Don’t worry, angel, almost there.” He kicked off his boxers and Sophie thought it was almost embarrassing how her mouth practically watered at the sight, how easily he could make her mind clouded over. She grabbed a condom from his nightstand and carefully rolled it down him, grinning when he hissed at the contact. He lifted her hips and pulled her close, entering her at a painfully slow rate.

“More, please, more.” She begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold him close. “So needy.” Rafe teased, his voice low and guttural in her ear. He kept his pace annoyingly slow, groaning as Sophie rocked her hips against his. She nearly bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry when he reached in between them and rubbed his fingers across her clit, bringing her so close once again. “Hold out for me, Soph.” He instructed, snapping his hips a little faster.

“I - fuck - please -” She panted, pressing desperate kisses to anywhere she could reach across his neck. That was all it took for him to rub her clit faster, harder, and she came with a whimper, burying her face against his skin. “That’s it, good girl,” Rafe praised. He followed shortly after, the vibrations of his groan against her neck sending waves through her body.

The two lay in silence for a moment as they caught their breath, completely limp against each other. When he went to pull away, she whined, holding her arms tight around him to keep his weight on her. “Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“That was just once. You said you’d warm me up twice.” She teased, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

He nodded, letting out a hot breath against her shoulder. “Give me a second and I’ll prove I’m a man of my word.”

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[acabecca]

“i just like seeing you happy.” Jas and Bucky!

i saw this prompt and was like wtf sam what am i supposed to write for this i write ANGST!!!! but it was fun to write so maybe i should let ppl be happy instead 😌

*

“Do you want to dance with me?”

Bucky looked up, eyebrows raised as he sipped at the whiskey and let his eyes roam over the woman standing in front of him. “Uh, sorry,” he scratched at his beard. “I’m here with my girlfriend. I don’t think she’d like it if I danced with someone else.”

She shrugged. “Pretty sure I could take your girlfriend in a fight if it came down to it.”

“I don’t know…” Bucky paused thoughtfully. “She’s pretty tough. Real good with a gun, got a killer right hook.”

Huffing, Jas rested her hands on the sides of the chair he was sitting in, caging him in as she leaned down to him and narrowed her eyes. Bucky grinned widely.

“Get off your ass and show me a good time, Barnes.”

“You’re so bossy,” he chuckled, quickly finishing the rest of his drink and placing the glass down on the table before he stood up and offered Jas his hand.

“Thought I was bossy.”

“I like bossy women, so long as they let me take charge where it matters. Like on the dance floor.”

Rolling her eyes, Jas placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her out between the other dancing couples. Wrapping his right arm around her waist, his hand on the small of her back, Bucky took her right hand in his left and pulled her closer to him.

“You gonna teach me to dance like how they did in the olden days?” Jas teased, and Bucky scoffed.

“Better than the dancing I see now.”

“Okay, Gramps,” Jas giggled, and Bucky grinned down at her.

“I don’t think I’ve told you how beautiful you look, by the way,” he hummed, his thumb rubbing circles against her back. “Your cousin must be furious; don’t you know it’s rude to upstage the bride on her wedding day?”

“Shut up,” she squeaked, ducking her head down and burying her face in his chest. Bucky chuckled, leaning down and placing a kiss on top of her head. “You’re so embarrassing.”

“Why? Because I like telling my girlfriend she’s beautiful?”

“No, because you say it around other people who can hear you,” Jas looked up, gesturing around them. “Do not let Kellie hear you saying I’ve upstaged her. She’s murder me and dumb my body in the ocean for the sharks to feast on.”

“You like sharks.”

“Not if they’re gonna eat me, Bucky,” she said in exasperation. Bucky smirked, and Jas narrowed her eyes. “Do not turn that into a sex joke,” she warned. and he snorted as he leaned down and tucked his face into her neck. “I knew you were gonna say something dirty.”

“Am I that transparent?” he muttered, pressing featherlight kisses against her skin.

“Only when you let your guard down,” Jas hummed, tapping at his shoulder. “Stop that, we’re in public. What is with you today?”

Bucky pulled back with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t just wanna kiss my girl?”

“Not like that. Not when we’re surrounded by my family,” she hissed. Bucky snorted out a laugh, his eyes twinkling and the corners of his mouth lifting up into a grin as he wiggled his eyebrows. Jas smiled despite herself, and she shook her head. “I like seeing you like this, Buck.”

“Like what?”

“Like this. I just like seeing you… happy.”

He kissed her softly. “That’s because you make me happy.”

“Sap,” Jas quipped, her eyes darting around the room and landing on her father who was whispering something to the bride, his eyes fixed firmly on her and Bucky. Jas frowned. “Hey, uh… Did I see you talking to my dad before?”

Bucky paused. “Maybe.”

“How come?”

“He’s your dad, Jasmine,” Bucky laughed quietly. “I thought I should probably introduce myself, given the fact that I’m living with his daughter.”

Jas huffed. “He and mom haven’t spoken to me in over a year. Haven’t made any effort to come talk to me today. You shouldn’t have wasted your time. What did you talk about?”

“Nothin’ much.”

Jas’ narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She knew Bucky well enough to know when he was fibbing to her, and the way the muscle just beneath his eye twitched and he refused to meet her gaze was enough to tell her he was hiding something. “What’d you talk to my dad about, Buck?”

“I had somethin’ I had to ask him, is all,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Jas opened her mouth to question him, but Bucky gave her waist a squeeze and quickly changed the subject. “So, hey! I can’t believe Kellie wanted me in her wedding pictures? I was kinda scared when I saw her stompin’ towards me in her wedding dress. Didn’t realise the maid of honor’s boyfriend was supposed to be in the photos.”

Jas scrunched her face up in confusion. “Buck, they didn’t want you in the photos because I’m the maid of honor. They wanted you in the photos because you’re family.”

Bucky froze. “What?”

“…You’re family,” Jas repeated. “You’re my boyfriend, have been for a while and they love you, so you’re part of the family now. That’s- that’s okay, right? I’m sorry if that weirds you out or-”

Bucky stopped her from finishing when he cupped her face in his hands, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers in a hard, firm kiss.

“Will you excuse me for a second?” he didn’t wait for an answer as he turned around and walked away from her, heading over to the stage where the wedding band were set up.

Jas could do nothing but stare after him in confusion, her arms hanging by her sides as she caught her cousin's eye.

“What’s he doing?” Kellie mouthed, and Jas shrugged her shoulders in reply, her eyes following Bucky as he made his way back over to her.

“Dance with me.”

“I thought that’s what we were doing before you ran off,” she raised her eyebrows. He ignored her, lifting her arms up and pulling them over his shoulders before wrapping his around her waist. “Bucky, what are you-” she dropped, her eyes widening slightly when she heard the song the band had begun to play.

“When I fall in love, it will be forever Or I’ll never fall in love…”

“Bucky…”

“Yeah?”

“Did you… Did you ask them to play this?”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, smiling softly. “This is the song, right? The one your Nana used to sing to you when you were little, when your Grandpa would dance around the living room with you.”

“Y-yeah…” Jas blinked, her voice cracking. “I can’t believe you remember me telling you that.”

“I remember everything about Wakanda, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered. “But I especially remember this story, because you had this far away look in your eyes, like it was your favourite memory.”

“Every memory I have with my Nana and Gramps is my favourite memory,” Jas smiled gently, taking a deep breath and resting her cheek against Bucky’s chest as they swayed to the music.

“I wish you could have met them - especially my Gramps, you two definitely would have gotten along.”

“You made me facetime him in Wakanda, remember? And he just asked for my autograph,” Bucky snorted. “But I wish I could have met them both in person, too. Would have been nice for them to see Kellie getting married.”

“Shit, Gramps would have interrogated Ross so bad,” Jas snickered. “He would have interrogated you, too. He interrogated all of my boyfriends.”

“He interrogate Sharon?”

“No, he loved Sharon. He interrogated me,” she laughed quietly, burying her face back in his chest with a sad sigh. “Love you, Buck.”

Bucky leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Love you too, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Look, uh… Do you maybe want to- I mean, would you like to-… Do you, maybe, wanna have one of these with me, one day?” he asked quickly, nervously, as Jas pulled back to glance up at him in confusion.

“What, a party?”

Bucky chuckled anxiously, coughing to clear his throat as he brought his right hand up to rub at the back of his neck. “Uh,” he paused. “Not- not exactly…” he gestured around and Jas’ eyes widened, her whole body going slack.

“You mean a- a… wedding?”

“…Yeah,” he whispered, nodding his head and pulling her closer. “Yeah, a wedding. Would you? I know it’s not something we’ve talked about and I figured we should because, well… Because I’ve thought about it, and it’s what I want, but I can live without it if it isn’t something that you want-”

“It is,” Jas interrupted him quickly, biting her bottom lip to hold back her grin. “It is something I want.”

Bucky beamed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “I’ve thought about it, too.”

“Okay,” his fingers tightened on her hips. “So we’re gonna have a wedding one day.”

“I mean, are we… Was that you- did we just-?”

“Oh, no!” Bucky shook his head quickly before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. “Christ, no. I’m gonna- it will be better. I have a plan.”

“You have a plan?”

“Sure I do,” he shrugged as though it was no big deal. “Been thinkin’ on it a while.”

“Okay,” Jas whispered, ducking her head down to hide the flush on her cheeks. “If it helps any, I’ll definitely say yes, whenever you’re ready to ask.”

Bucky hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his and smiling softly, leaning forwards and placing a loving kiss to her lips.

“Good to know, sweetheart.”

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[august-bleeds-red]

Carnival Lights

(Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader)

Bo makes a stranger’s ride on the Ferris wheel more than an average trip to the carnival.

WARNINGS: Non-con, forced orgasm (NSFW below the line).

~

It was your first blind date since you were sixteen. The guy was twenty-three and already a junior partner in a prestigious law firm, and dull as paint. But, even discounting his handsome face and impeccable manners, your mom would never forgive you if you messed up on the first date. He’d opted out of riding the wheel with you, confessing a fear of heights that prevented him scaling anything higher than a stepladder, and had stepped away to pick up snacks for when you descended.

 The Ferris wheel had always been your favourite ride as a kid, back when your dad used to take you to the carnival, and you really wanted at least one ride before the night ended – for old time’s sake. You didn’t care if it made you look weird to ride alone.

 The wheel is an old-fashioned one with round, metal-roofed cars, with seats sitting opposite each other. Thankfully, it doesn’t tilt too far with just your weight to balance it.

 “Just you?” the attendant asks. You nod.

 He’s just about to close the door and secure it when someone speaks up:

 “Excuse me, y’all mind if I ride with you?”

 He’s a handsome, dark-haired man in his thirties, with a lazy Louisiana drawl, dressed comfortably in work pants and a navy button-down shirt, an old red-and-white trucker cap sticking out of his back pocket. His face is friendly, eyebrows raised in hope as he awaits your response.

 “Oh . . . I, uh . . .”

 You’re not sure your date would appreciate you sitting in such a confined space with a strange guy you just met, but the attendant is looking at you impatiently, so you panic and shrug in consent. The guy smiles and takes the seat opposite you, the car bouncing a little at the change in weight. His legs are long, his knees almost brushing yours, but he keeps his hands at a respectable distance in his lap. The attendant fastens the door shut and the car trundles a few feet along to allow the next passengers. You know it’s gonna take a while – they need to fill up every car before setting the wheel to spin freely. Which means you’re sitting with this guy for at least the next ten minutes.

 “Name’s Bo,” he says, holding out a hand to you.

 “Um . . . Y/N,” you reply, accepting the handshake politely. His hand is big, his palm warm against yours.

 “Figured we might as well get acquainted if we’re stuck in this tuna can together,” he reasons.

 “Yeah,” you grin nervously, not wanting to point out that you’re only “stuck” because it was his idea to join you.

 “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m a creature of impulse – my ma used to take me and my brothers on this wheel when we were little kids, an’ I saw you sittin’ alone and, I dunno, you just looked like a nice girl, so I took a shot.”

 “No, it – it’s okay,” your smile grows more genuine. “My dad used to take me on this wheel too, every time the carnival came into town.”

 He smiles, his eyes fixed on your face. He has an intense, dark stare, his brown eyes barely blinking. “So you here by yourself?”

 “No, my date’s around here somewhere.”

 “Well, that’s a little weird,” Bo says. “Leavin’ you to ride alone?”

 “Heh, yeah,” you shrug. “Doesn’t like heights.”

 Bo snorts and mutters something that sounds like, “Pussy.” You can’t help but giggle.

 The car has now elevated far enough from the ground as to make disembarking impossible. You gaze down at the sprawling carnival lights, illuminating the stalls, food carts and rides in a soft, golden glow.

 You don’t speak up when Bo shifts in his seat, edging closer to you so your knees touch. The car is small – there’s no reason to make a fuss for what could just be an honest mistake. Until his fingertips brush against the crown of your kneecap.

 “Kinda irresponsible, really,” he says, his voice lowering. “Leavin’ a little lady as cute as you unaccompanied.”

 Would it be rude to ask him to stop talking? Or at least to move his hand? His fingers are definitely rubbing the inside of your knee now, his gaze hot in a way that proves he knows exactly what he’s doing.

 You’re just about to say something, when he ‘casually’ shifts in his seat, lifting his trouser leg high enough for you to see the handle of a knife tucked into his heavy boot. Your blood runs cold and you press your lips together. His hand slides further up your leg until his whole palm is resting on your thigh.

 “I know if it were me,” he purrs, “I wouldn’t let you outta my sight for a moment.”

 Your fingers are shaking, your skin beginning to prickle.

 “Please . . .” you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

 He grins. “Please what, princess?”

 “I . . .” you swallow around the lump rising in your throat. “Please don’t hurt me.”

 He laughs. “Then you’ll do what I say, won’t cha?”

 He eases the knife from his boot and pockets the guard protecting the blade, tracing the dull edge down the soft skin of your thigh. One false move, one flick of his wrist, and you’d be bleeding out all over the car floor. He leans across and uses the blade to dislodge the straps of your dress.

 “Let’s see them gorgeous tits,” he says. Reaching across, he pulls at your neckline, revealing the strapless bra you’re wearing underneath. “Oh, honey – d’you wear that just for me?” Slipping his fingers inside the blue lace cup, he releases one of your breasts and squeezes roughly. You whimper, clapping a hand over your mouth when the knife twitches in his hand.

 “Look at these pretty little nipples,” he flicks his thumb over one, smiling when it hardens at his touch. “Why, they’re already pleased to see me, aren’t they?”

 Cursing your treacherous body, you shut your eyes and wince as he scoops your other breast free, jiggling the soft flesh.

 “God damn, these puppies look sweet enough to eat,” he moans, leaning in and lapping at one nipple with his tongue. You cringe away from him, gasping when he takes a firm grip on the back of your head.

 “Now,” he murmurs, “you’re gonna come sit on my lap, right? We’re gonna have a little fun. Easy, nice and slow – don’t wanna draw too much attention now, do we?

 Hating your own cowardice, you shift from your seat and turn, letting Bo settle you against his clothed erection. You can feel it through the fabric, digging into your ass. The car stays at an inconspicuous angle, the cars below, above or opposite you none the wiser as to what’s going on.

 Bo keeps one hand on your breast, squeezing and pinching, the other strays further downwards. The knife is stowed away back into his boot, but you already know better than to make a grab for it.

 “Let’s see just how much of a good girl y’really are,” he whispers in your ear, teeth biting at the side of your neck. A shiver runs through you, and you can tell he feels it by the way his lips curl against your skin. The tips of his fingers brush your panties and you close your eyes in shame at how damp they are. You’ve always had sensitive breasts, and the way he’s sucking and teething at your skin is only making it worse. Nudging aside the silky fabric, you gasp when his thick, calloused fingers trace the outline of your pussy.

 “Ahh, there we go,” he shifts a little, spreading your thighs further apart with his knees. “Just look how wet y’are for me. You’re just a little slut, ain’t cha?”

 His fingers push past your folds, rubbing at your clit and making your legs tremble. He slips in up to the first knuckles of his index and middle fingers, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced movement.

 “Y’like the way my fingers feel in you, you little whore?” he growls in your ear. “Fuck, you’re soakin’ wet. Bet you wish you could take my hard fuckin’ cock in that sweet little cunt, huh? Ride me ‘til I fill you up with cum, you dirty fuckin’ slut.”

 He forces another finger inside you, tilting his wrist to allow them to sink in right to the hilt. You stretch around his digits, your slick walls inviting him in further. Why is this happening? Why are you so turned on? Your heart flutters in the cage of your chest and you bite your lip to keep from moaning.

 “Thaaaat’s it,” Bo croons, quickening pace. “You love it, don’t you, you little whore? You love havin’ my fingers all up in your cunt.”

 You shake your head and the hand molesting your breast takes a firm hold of your jaw. He turns your head to face him and your lips are assaulted – his tongue staining your mouth with the faint taste of tobacco. Your pussy is liquid in his hands, the warm whispers of pleasure building steadily in your lower stomach.

 “You’re gonna fuckin’ cum for me,” he growls. “Y’hear that, bitch? You’re gonna cum on my fingers like a slut. C’mon, gimme that goddamn cunt. Show how much you love bein’ fingered like a cheap whore.”

 Bitch. Slut. Whore. The poisonous words hang in the air around you.

 “Tell me you wanna cum,” he demands. “Beg me to make you cum.”

 “I— I can’t . . .” you whimper. You don’t think you could live with yourself if you stooped to that level of indignity. Then he stops and the sky comes crashing down around your ears. “F-fuck—!”

 “Tell me what I wanna hear, baby.” He moves his fingers again at a brutal pace, the friction against both your clit and G-spot almost too much to bear. It’s growing, reaching such a pitch as to make your ears ring.

 “Fuck, please . . .” you screw your eyes shut against what you feel is the judgment of the world. “Please . . . make me cum—”

 “Say my name, bitch,” he growls. “Tell me who this fuckin’ cunt belongs to.”

 “Bo! Y-you . . . my . . . it belongs to you . . . oh God, Bo, please, please—”

 At the last moment, as you feel your walls contracting, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, grunting with satisfaction as you bite down to prevent yourself crying out from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. He chuckles darkly in your ear, his fingers making an obscenely wet sound as they withdraw from you.

 He allows you to reassemble yourself before the wheel has completed its final loop. You run a hand through your tangled hair and wipe away the smears of mascara beneath your eyes, while he sucks the shining fluid from his fingers with apparent relish. The last few drops, however, he spares for you. You gag around the fingers he forces into your mouth, tasting the tangy flavour of your own juices.

 When the attendant lets you out, Bo gestures for you to go first, like the Southern gentleman one might presume him to be at first glance. You can see your date waiting for you, a stick of cotton candy in one hand. As you reach him, he watches Bo leave the car behind you.

 “Who was that?” he asks, handing you the pink cloud of spun sugar.

 “No-one,” you shrug as casually as you can manage. You could tell him, now you’re free from the cage. But you don’t. And you never will.

 Grinning like a cat in a dairy barn, Bo secures his cap atop his head. Catching your eye one last time, he winks, nods, and disappears into the crowd.   

~

Inspired by a soundgasm piece by @gentlemanswitch.

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Dead Karamel Fics Club

So, I was talking with a @raisedbyfandomwolves about the karamel fics ideas we are never going to write and I’m going to kill you with one of my ideas.

The title: DEAD TO THE WORLD

Theme song:

Deathwish without a prayer

End of hope

End of love

End of time

The rest is silence 

*evil laugh*

It starts sometime after s3. Mon-El for a few years is in the future and exploring with his Legion friend Sal the ruins of National City (most of the humanity lives in the flying cities, because the future, bitches!, and most of the earth is destroyed).

Suddenly Sal calls him, because he finds intact newspaper. Mon grabs it but it turns to dust, but before he manages to make a hologram of the first page with his ring.

The article written by James Olsen is about Supergirl’s heroic death.

In their Legion headquarters he, Sal and Brainiac are talking about the article. Mon notices some of the facts in the article are different than in the past he remembers, also Kara should not be dead on that moment aka someone is screwing the timeline.

He demands (aka showing Brainiac into the wall and threatening to murder him with cold blood) to be sent into the past. Sal agrees to come with him.

The problem is, the device Brainiac offers is not good – it can bring you back once and then goes poof!. Also, they can’t take anything with them aka they end naked *Terminator’s theme in the background*. So, no legion rings. Also, they may or may not turn into a cloud made of molecules.

Mon of course doesn’t give a fuck but promises he won’t contact Kara or superfriends to not fuck the timeline more. Because they can’t take anything with them, Brainiac tattoos how to make the device on Mon’s back.

Before they are sent, they drink some rum and holds hands and byeeee, Brainiac Mon and Sal to the past.

What happens?

A lot can happen in 5 seconds.

In the first second, you can open your eyes and see darkness. You can realize you are levitating in air. You can also realize you are completely naked. In the second, you can fall down. In third, you can make a hole in the roof of a henhouse and be a cause of a collective heart attack of 20 poor chickens. In the fourth you can throw up the aldebaran rum you so unwisely drunk before Brainy sent your ass back into the past. In the fifth you can moan the one and only fitting word:

“Fuck.”

There is no Sal in the sight. Did he turn into a dust? Stay tuned!

Because I have amazing sense of humor, Mon is found by an old lady who is the owner of the henhouse. She aims a shotgun at him, while he, covers himself with a chicken and explains himself.

Because the lady is bored and she doesn’t see hot naked guys, she clothes him, feeds him and borrows some money for the bus to NC. In exchange, he fix some shit in her house.

In NC Kara is in her depressed mood that becomes worse, because sometimes she hears Mon’s hearbeat *sad violin music*

Mon is proceeding with his investigation but sometimes can’t help himself and watches her from some afar. So yeah, she really hears his hearbeat. Oh the ANGST.

He contacts… Lobotomizer (when I was developing this story I still didn’t mind her….). He explains her everything, shows her his mighty naked back and she promises making the device.

Then he is caught by *the drums* yes, you guessed right! Sal his pal, who is a Dxamite who survived the invasion (all his other friends-soldiers breathed too many lead and died) but was sucked by the same portal as Mon.

He is also *more drums* the guard who saved Mon on Daxam and yes! He wants revenge! Cold ass revenge! Because he blames Mon for his bro death, his chomik death (hamster on Daxam, Sal calls his Bob), his blah blah *villains bullshit* and will kill and destroy everything Mon’s love. Aka Kara :)

Mon somehow escapes the cage and runs to Kara who sees him for the first time, smiles and… ends dead, stabbed by a kryptonite blade. She dies in Mon’s arms and he blames himself, because I’m a cold bitch without a heart.

He thinks it’s all his fault and goes to Lena who gives him the time travel device. Instead of the future he goes to the past, to Daxam, the morning it is destroyed. He kills himself, because I’m super duper ass cold bitch. His guard tries to save him, but before he kills the Kryptonian, Mon-El stops him and allows the shocked ambassador to escape. Maybe, the guard accidentally shots him. Mon holds the face of his guard in his palms, says it’s the only way and embraces. And then kaboooom, all die.

Kara wakes up in the present, woken up by another nightmare, when she sees a strange random Daxamite guy who looks a little familiar but she can’t recall him.

Then Sal, who was sleeping beside her, because I’m a cruel horrible human being, wakes up, asks if it was a nightmare and they cuddle and come back to sleep, but Kara is still weirded out.

There is an implication Sal remembers the other timeline and everything what has happened.

THE END

Joking, I was thinking about part two, where Sal tries to prevent Kara from restoring her memories and shit happens, but because the power of love!, she does and then tries to save Mon-El. Not necessarily she would succeed because I really wanted to make this story horrible :P

Soooo, karamel fic writers! Do you have abandoned fic ideas? Care to share?!

Also, @raisedbyfandomwolves I’m challenging you to share your idea. MUHAHAAHH!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Lets Make Our Own Christmas Story

Summary- 3k Mike (Me) x You. Christmas time is here and you are all set to throw your party. Mike might also have a surprise that will make it the best Christmas of all. 

Dividers made by @firefly-graphics​

Warnings- Smut. Puppy walking in on that moment. 

A/N- YEAH I KNOW. I swear this is the last one. Cross my heart. I have been doing this little tiny piece since forever, so Im not holding onto it for a whole year. 

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You woke up to feel Mike pressing behind you, nuzzling the back of your neck with the bristles on his chin and his hand massaging your belly. You hid a sleepy smile in the pillow for just a moment, feeling him rock his hips against your back side. His heavy erection grinding into you. 

“G’Mornin” His voice raspy in your ear, nipping just below your lobe. “It’s your day off isn’t it?” 

You wriggled back into him a bit to make him groan, which he did while dropping his head into the crook of your neck momentarily before going back to teasing along your neck and shoulders once more. 

“It is, which means… I should be sleeping in Mike and not being woken at six thirty in the morning.” You peeked at the bedside clock. Mike chuckled while his hand dipped between your thighs, doing lazy rubs on your folds to make you widen your legs more. 

“We could sleep afterwards? Go to breakfast, take Max down to that park by Scott's place?” He offered as he let his fingers coat in your slick, dragging it up to your clit and circled, lightly pressing down. 

Your head lifted to see where Max was exactly, and the pup was sitting at the end of the bed having heard the two of you waking up, tilting his head to look at the two of you. “Mike…” You shivered a bit, your muscles tightening with desire. 

“What Sweetheart?” He went harder, feeling you start to melt into his touch. 

“M-max is watching.” 

“So? He ain't hurting nothing.” His mouth fondled the curve, biting slightly to tease and you rocked into his fingers. 

“I don’t know, it's just weird? Can you just put him in the living room until we're done?” You whined a bit and Mike huffed a bit before pulling his fingers away.  

“Be right back.” He pushed off the bed and the puppy started wagging his tail excitedly when Mike scooped him up to tuck him under his arm. When Mike left, you rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to mess your hair into a sexy bedhead instead of a snarl hot mess, at the same time shoving a toothbrush in your mouth real quick. 

Heading down the hallway, Mike petted the wriggling pups head. “Okay buddy, just give me like an hour okay? Then I promise a walk where you can piss on every fire hydrant between here and the park. All the damn cookies you can cram in that cute mouth of yours. Just do me this solid, m’kay?” He set Max down and he wagged his tail again, drifting away from Mike heading towards his food and water dish. For good measure, Mike tossed a scoop of food in the bowl, which Max set upon enthusiastically. “Perfect, eat and go take a nap.” Sure that the puppy was occupied for a bit, he hurried back down the hallway to find you lounging back in bed, in which Mike bounced back in his spot, pulling you back in against him. “Ahh, now where were we Pretty Girl?” he paused a moment, taking in your appearance and catching a whiff of toothpaste, making him grin. "Cleaned up for me? I'm flattered. Wait, you want me to go brush my teeth right quick?" He made a move to get off the bed but you pulled him back down. 

"No, You started this, let's finish it." You took his hand before it could travel back down to tease you and sucked his fingertips, swirling your tongue around them and you could see those sharp blues widen, his pupils taking over. Pulling off with a pop you wriggle your ass against him once more. “You really going to take me to breakfast?” you asked with mock innocence and Mike snorted, his knee pressing between your thighs and spreading them till your leg hiked over his to hold you open. 

“Yea, yea… after this.” His wet fingers massaged a breast, plucking at your nipple while he reached between you two and circled his cock to run along your slit and press against your entrance which drew out a lewd moan while he stretched you. 

“Mmhh, this is almost as good.” You whimpered out as he pinched your nipple slightly while burying himself in you. “Okay better…” You clenched around him while he started making shallow thrusts into you. 

“Fuck this is way better.” Mike nibbled on your shoulder and rested a hand on your hip to hold you in place while he rutted behind you, the more you squeezed around him, the harder he would move. 

A moan escaped you in that early morning love making, making a grab for his hand and pulling it up to cover a breast which he started palming harshly while flushing kisses along your neck and at the hinge of your jaw. Twists of fingers started pulling on your nipples, making you wither against Mike as the pinches excited you. 

“Mmmh I know you love when I play with you like this.” Another twisted pull made your chest heave. After a few moments he went to the other, teasing all while he kept fucking you from behind, pausing every now and then to give a dirty grind. 

You both are caught up in the moment, Mike rolling you to your stomach to pin you underneath him, his hands covering yours and weaving fingers together, thighs caging yours. Its all a but sloppy, but you don’t care at this point with how good he felt pushing into you at this angle. Then the bedroom door creaked open and there was an pitter patter of feet. 

“Shit-” Mike groaned against your neck, knowing that Max just barged in on them. The puppy sat on the floor by the bed and started barking to get there attention. “Max quiet!” Mike said urgently, knowing earlier you were uneasy with him being in the room. 

You arched back into Mike's chest pressing you into the bed, hissing out. “Just ignore him, keep going.” 

“That's what I said before.” He groaned above you as he angled himself, having found your sweet spot that made you start squeezing around him and begging him to keep going. 

“I know what I said Mike… Fuck right there, I’m so close.” Your noises going from mewls in need to cries as that spiral of pleasure started to tighten in a threat to snap. Max’s barks started to turn into howls as both you and Mike slammed into each other, your orgasm making your walls lock around Mike's cock, and he rocked harshly into you with stuttering jerking hips till he shot his load into you and sunk over you in his own bliss. “Max hush!” Mike said louder and dropped a hand over the edge of the bed to ruffle Max’s ears and thankfully that distracted the puppy to quiet him. 

You whined under Mike a bit, twisting a bit to get comfy. “You gotta ease up a little bit Mike…” In which Mike pulled out and eased back a bit, allowing you to turn under him and run your hands along his back. “You know you are better than an alarm clock. Thanks for waiting till my day off for that though. I would have been late.” You chuckled softly, your fingers sliding up and down his back, twirling patterns across the muscles. 

Mike scooped Max up onto the bed, where he wriggled in between the two of you, flopped on his back so you could tickle his belly. “Did you forget to close the door?” You teased Mike who shrugged while pushing up to sit, going to grab some clothes from the dresser. 

“I was a bit distracted to think about closing the door. Besides, he didn't see anything, did you Bubba?” He grinned as he yanked his boxers on and Max thumped his tail hearing Mike. You nuzzled Max one last time and got up to get dressed too. “So we're still on for breakfast and the park?” 

“Sure but I gotta be back tonight to prep food for the party tonight.” You hummed while snapping your bra on and going into the bathroom to finish your routine. 

Mike stalled a minute while buckling his belt. “That's tonight?” 

“Mike, please don't tell me you forgot about it?” You looked out the bathroom door with a doubtful look and your boyfriend flashed a good natured grin. 

“Nah Baby, I got a mind like a steel trap.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes before disappearing back into the bathroom. 

"You totally forgot." You retorted and Mike winked at Max while whispering. 

"That's what she thinks." He tickled under the pup's chin. 

It was later that evening, you had food spread on the counter, Mallory had come over early to help prep. Which was more her supervising and gossiping. You were sure to keep her supplied with plenty of sex on the beach drinks. 

"So… what do you think Mike got you this year?" Mallory asked with a knowing smirk. You side eyed her while fixing a veggie platter up, placing a bowl of dip in the middle and setting it on the counter. 

"No clue, but seeing you grin, I'm sure you do." 

Mallory huffed, going all dramatic on you with a flutter of her hand to her chest and dropping her lips into a o at the accusation. "I know no such thing." 

"Yea You do, but it's a surprise. So I don't want any hints Mal." You stressed and she rolled her eyes. 

"You take all the fun out of it Y/N" she scowled. "Well what did you get for him?"

You grinned, excited to get to reveal your surprise. "Okay, you know how much of an action buff he is?" 

Mallory tsked. "I do. Action just loses the dramatic and romance in writing though, I just don't understand…" 

You cut her off before she could continue. "I found an authentic Bruce Willis signed Die Hard poster. I had a few places take a look at it. Then had it framed. I'm going to wrap it up and hang it on the wall Christmas Day before he wakes up." 

Mallory nodded with a chuckle. "Damn, he is going to go ballistic." 

"I know! I can't wait." 

You heard the apartment door opening as well as several voices, so you dropped the conversation, going back to spiking some hot chocolate in the crock pot with peppermint schnapps and putting the lid back on when Mike, Scott, Scott’s boyfriend Neil, Samson and Lyle barged into the apartment, loaded with packages and case of beer, bottles of wine and a excited Max bouncing up and down around on his leash. You went into immediate hostess mode, directing where the presents went under the tree, beers in a cooler, and the wine opened to breathe. 

“Mmh, looks good Babe.” Mike wrapped an arm around you, looking over the spread of food on the counter, reaching to grab a cookie and snapped a bite of it between his teeth. “I can't believe you got all this put together, we weren't gone that long.” 

“I had help. Mallory was here early.” You grinned and Mallory held up her drink in acknowledgment. 

“I will have you know Mikey that I kept her right on track the whole time.” 

He snorted in disbelief and grabbed the vodka bottle to top off Mallorys glass as she held it out towards him. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

“Y/N, reign your boyfriend in please. If I wanted to be insulted I would be at the theater.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he mimicked her. 

“He can't be controlled, you know that. You've known him longer then I have.” 

Mallory hopped off the stool with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

“Love you to Mal.” Mike piped up while she flipped him off, going over to where the others were arguing who had the biggest present. Scott and Neill wandered over, Max flipped baby style in Scott’s arms, soaking up the attention. 

 “Scott is ready to claim Max as our child and take him home.” Neill grinned while pressing a kiss to Scott’s shoulder. Scott made a whimpering noise and whined out a bit. 

“Well look how cute he is, You love Uncle Scott and Neill, right?” Max wriggled in his arms and tackled Scott until he set him down where Max greeted his people, leaning his paws on your knee in a stand begging for a treat. 

“I have never seen you get all soft for a dog Scott.” Mike arched a brow and you leaned down to rub on Max’s face, wiggling your nose back at him. 

“He’s adorable, how could anyone not fall in love with him? And I'm sure Uncle Scott and Uncle Neil will be happy to have him come stay with them.” 

Mike grinned a bit, sharing a look with his best friend who winked back at him. “Oh you know Y/N, anytime, any day. Spoil and give him back right? I can teach him some manners too.” 

Neill tipped his head in a laugh and Mike had the dignity to look insulted. “Manners? He's got manners. Max Boy, come over here Bubba.” He beckoned the puppy, who happily followed him. Mike clapped his hands a moment to excite him, then dropped his hands for Max to put his front paws in and dance around the room for a few moments. 

Afterward they all gathered around the kitchen counter, snacking on food and talking about upcoming projects they all had going on, debating on when the next bowling tournament was going to take place. You and Mallory started mixing stronger drinks for yourselves, giggling together while snapping pictures with everyone. 

Mike watched you from the corner of his eye while you dragged Scott away from the group to dance ridiculously to Santa Baby and finally you crashed on the couch, cuddling with Max for a few moments to cool off when Mike excused himself from the others. Falling on the couch next to you, his arm going around your shoulder and he pressed his lips against your temple. 

“Having a good time Babe?” 

You happily nod and cuddle in closer, buzzed a bit from the alcohol and happy having your loved ones with you. “It's a great Christmas party, reminds me of the ones I had at home this time of year with my siblings and friends.” 

Mike let his fingers brush through your hair a bit, arching a brow. “They were like this gang?” The two of you watched the group shoot popcorn at one another, Samson loudly vocalizing how to properly catch popcorn, Lyle was just shoving handfuls in his mouth, Mallory attempting to prove Samson wrong by flicking them at him as he directed, and Neill effectively shooting them into Scott’s mouth, proving there was more then one method. 

“Pretty close. My brother is a professional beer pong player. I used to have the title though.” You bragged a bit and Mike laughed. 

“Well how would you like to get the title back? Granted if you beat me that is.” He wiggled a brow and you peeked up at him curiously. 

“Oh bring it on, as soon as I save the money for a trip, it's on Mister.” 

Mike leaned a bit to reach in his back pocket and pulled out two tickets to hand to you. “How about we go sooner rather than later Y/N?” 

You snatched the tickets, looking at the dates. They were for the day after Christmas all the way till after the New Years. Tickets to Boston. Your fingers clutched at the tickets and swallowed a bit to keep the knot of surprise down. “You mean it… were going to go see my family?” You twisted in your seat, holding the tickets at your chest. 

“You haven't been home in years Baby, I know you miss them. I already talked to the Head Nurse to give you the time off and I can bring my laptop to work on my script once in a while. I’m almost finished with it, I might be able to get it done before we leave.” 

It all sunk in what he was saying and you gave a squeal of excitement, launching yourself into Mike's lap and clutching his face to kiss him fiercely in excitement, babbling. “Baby I don't even know how to thank you. I don't need anything else, this is perfect. Thank you so much, I love it, I love you.” 

Mike just listened while rubbing your back as you let it all spill out, Mallory coming up behind the couch and leaning against it so she was level with you two leaning over it. “I see you finally told her you guys are going to Boston. Mikey, I know what you're gonna gettttt…” You reach over and cover Mallorys mouth. 

“Don't you dare spill it Mal!” 

Mallory jerked back with a wicked grin. Mike was always one to take the bait and he pinned you in his lap. “What? Come on Mallory, drop a hint because Y/N has been holding out on me.” 

She winked at the two of you while sipping from her drink. “You’re gonna get lucky Mike, that's what you are gonna get for Christmas.” 

You snorted, relieved Mallory didn't spoil your surprise. Giving a shrug, you nodded. “She's not wrong Mike.” 

Mike seemed to contemplate what you two were saying when he suddenly bellowed out. “Parties over! Everyone get out.” Which you smacked his chest and shook your head when the group suddenly went quiet in surprise. 

“He's kidding, guys!” you call out and they turn back to snacking and talking at the counter. 

Mike pulled you in closer, nipping at your earlobe and whispering to you. “No I’m not, I want my Christmas gift now.” 

“Mmmh, Later, I promise.” you rub his chest and place a sweet kiss on his lips before moving to a stand and pulling him up with you to rejoin the others. “We can make our own Christmas Story.”

[glassartpeasants]

Silver Serpent

Naga!Chronostasis/ Hari Kurono x F!Reader

Warnings: Double penetration, Monster fucking, dub con, biting, death, aphrodisiac, breeding,

A/N: You guys have no idea how much i look forward to writing for Chronostasis, man doesn’t get enough love <3

@zuffer-weird-girl @hello-lucky-luka @babayaga67

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The hissing sounds that the creature made seemed to be whispering all around you. You knew he knew where you were but he was just trying to scare you for his own sick gain. But boy was it fucking working. You would zip your head back and forth, back and forth trying to get any sort of glimpse of the silver scaled creature. It shouldn’t be that difficult to stop him considering the way his scales glistened when the moonlight hit it. 

Chrono was a favorite among the monsters since everyone complimented him on how beautiful his scales where. They looked like diamonds whenever a light hit them. Which eventually lead to the scientist taking off some of his scales to sell.

When you figured that out you were furious! If they thought he was so beautiful when in the ever loving hell would they take off his scales. You screamed at the head scientist before going to Chrono’s cage with a hot wet rag and a bucket of water along with other things.

You had sedated him in case he charged at you when you were fixing up his scales. Once you stepped inside the room you were filled with the sound of hissing. Not that you could blame the poor thing. Getting his scales tipped off by humans must be painful.

“Hey hey hey, shush its okay. I’m just here to fix your tail and try to help it heal. Can i show you please?” You showed him your supplies before slowly going towards his tail. You trace your hand down his tail before feeling around, finding all of his missing scales. 

“Your such a beautiful creature Chrono, can’t believe they’re hurting you like this.” You place the hot rag on his wound while slowly caressing it. You cleaned out the dirt that was hidden under his scales. You looked up at him and you saw him staring right back at you. 

Before you knew it his tail was even shinier than before. You went to ask him if he was happy when you feel yourself getting wrapped by his tail. You gasp out before he whipped you over to him bring you face to face. He stuck his tongue out at you before biting into your neck with his fangs. You figured that he was pumping you full of venom but you soon realized that it was a different sort of venom after you felt your body get hot.

He dropped you and and watched you walk away quickly covering your face in embarrassment as you skin felt hot. You walked out quickly and completely forgetting to lock his caged door.

Chrono slithered out of his cage and into the hallways, cutting any scientist that were in his way to follow you. He left a trail of dead bodies with cuts that littered their bodies. He stuck his tongue out and smelled you walking out the facility. He unlocked the other monsters cages telling them to quickly leave with their mates while he was going to finally burn this place to the ground. They all gave a confirmed nod grabbing their mates and children and ran away from the facility.

Chrono slithered faster down the hallways before going into the gas pressure room. He unlocked the door with the claws that adorned his fingers and pushed it open. He quickly grabbed the wheel and twisted it all the way before slithering all the way towards the door. 

He had managed to far enough away to see and hear the facility blow up. Fire covering the walls as it was crumbling to pieces the longer he stared at it. He let out a proud hiss before going on his way to find you.

This lead to where you were now hiding behind a tree while your whole body shook with painful pleasure. You were rubbing your thighs together trying to get some friction to your throbbing clit. Your shirt and pants were off because of your body being to hot to have them on. Your panties getting wet from all the slick that was growing down there. 

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit and beg for him to fuck you. He wanted to see you crumble under his touch. But a monster could only hold out for so long before it goes completely feral. But thankfully for him, your will was weaker.

“F-fine! I can’t take it anymore! Please Please!” You call out to him, begging him to just get on with it. You soon hear a rustle of leaves before getting lifted up into the air. You opened you lidded eyes and saw the beautiful serpent that held you captive. 

“Thank you~” He hissed in a seductive tone. Your eyes widened. None of the other monsters really talked so hearing him talk was a surprise. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes as they seem to be hypnotizing. You felt a clawed hand grab your face before you felt his lips pressed against you neck, giving it little nibbles. You shiver at the contact as your legs were pushed apart a bit by the end of his tail. Your hands ran up his chest and into his hair making him shiver a bit. 

His tail soon started to rub against your clit on the outside of your panties. You moan a bit and whimper into his ear. His nibbles got more rougher the more you whimper and moan from him rubbing his tail against you. You let out a loud moan when you felt him slowly pushing the tip of his tail in.

“Sounds like you like that.” You shiver as he whispers in your ear. He chuckles as he sees you clutch onto his hair and press your body further into his. 

His tail slowly starts to push itself in and out, in and out at a slow pace making you feel every scale that went into you. His clawed hands ripped off your bra before taking one into his mouth. You whined while petting his head in encouragement, enjoy the stimulation your cunt and breasts were receiving. The feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple made you clench down around his tail making him let out a grunt. 

Oh how he couldn’t wait to absolutely wreck you. Watch you crumble in his arms as he destroys your cunt so much that it will only know the shape of his cock. He was just waiting for the moment he would be able to bury himself in your tight cunt and watch as you take his eggs and be his little human incubator. Oh how hot you would look pregnant with his little hatchlings (thats the name for baby snakes). Oh he got so hard thinking about you being so pumped full that if he were to press a little on your tummy that some of his cum would pour out of your cunt.

His tail started to jack hammer your cunt hitting all the right spots all the while wiggling it everywhere. You let out little cries of pleasure as you try to bounce yourself harder on his tail. Water was glossing over your eyes and before you knew it you let out a scream and came all over his tail. Your body goes limp a bit before getting hot all over again. The aphrodisiac hitting harder then even before making your cry out to Chrono begging him to fill you up till you couldn’t take it anymore.

Watching you beg him to breed you was so hot for Chrono that he let his cocks coming out of his sheaths. You look down a bit before seeing both of his cocks rubbing against your cunt making him let out a groan. He moved around a bit before you felt both of your entrances be prodded at. 

He pushed it in quickly making you scream and claw at his back. Leaving marks all over his back. Grabbing your hips he started to thrust into you. You felt so full that all you could do was moan. You try bucking your hips into him only for him to grab your waist and his at you.

“You want me to go faster my little mouse? Want me to pound your holes until your begging me to slow down? Want me to fill you up so full that your guaranteed to get pregnant?” He said to you that made your cunt throb at the thought of being used as a cum dump. The thoughts of him pounding into you made you wrap your legs around his scaled waist.

“Please! Please go faster! Fuck me until i can’t walk! Breed me please! I need you-AH!” You were cut short by the feeling of his hips snapping against your own. His cocks hitting all the right spots inside you. You felt so good being used like this. Having your monster fill up both of your holes mad you feel so full. Your body twitched with every pound your cunt and ass received. 

The feeling of your warm walls surrounding both of his cocks made his cock twitch in excitement. He could feel your cervix with every thrust he gave your cunt. Your ass and pussy was so tight it felt like it was trying to keep him i there forever, hey he wouldn’t mind it. He wrapped his arms around your waist before biting into your shoulder and grunting.

Your fingers grip his hair harshly, tugging on it every time he hit that special spot. You cry out in the upmost pleasure with tears falling from your eyes.His fingers were digging into your ass cheeks, drawing blood as his claws sunk into your skin. Your legs twitched harshly before you let out a scream as you came all over Chrono’s cock. Drool poured out from your lips as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. 

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” Chrono mumbled as he picked up the pace. His cock started to throb as he felt his eggs slowly coming up from his cock. He let out a few more thrusts before fully pushing the tip of his cock in your womb and letting his eggs fill up your womb. Since he had two cocks he tried to push eggs into your ass as well. 

Chrono let out a hiss as he felt his entire cock be milked by your cunt. Draining him dry as he fertilized his eggs. His seed painting your walls white and filling up your entire womb and ass. His cum came in rivers it felt like as you’ve never felt so full in your life. 

He pulled out of your cunt and let his cocks go back into his sheath. Using his tail he lifted you up so your unt was close to his face. He smiled when he saw his cum drip down his legs since your holes couldn’t fit all of it. He pressed on your tummy a bit and saw a little bit coming out as well.

“Looks like your nice and stuffed my little mouse. But don’t worry, the funs not over yet since there’s another hole that i wanna stuff~”

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Darkness Brings Protection

Not requested

Eric Northman x reader

Scanning across your make up spread out on your vanity that Eric insisted on putting in. You were getting ready for a party a friend was going to, she didn’t want to go alone so you get dragged along. Against Eric’s protests, the host wanted a human only party so it’s in the middle of the day when the vamps were asleep, while you can see his worries, you were a big girl, if you can wrangle a Viking vampire you can handle a few humans. Putting the final touches on your hair, ignoring Eric’s grunts from where hes spread out on the bed behind you.

Usually he would be asleep at this hour but he wanted to be awake when you left.

Really he wanted to convince you to stay, but he did get to watch you get ready, which is a plus he loves how focused yet relaxed you look.

“Are you positive there’s nothing I can say or do that will make you stay?”

Eric lazily drawls, knowing you’re not going to change your mind, you’re a lot like him in that aspect. Giving one last glance in the mirror, you turn to your over protective vampire with a smile.

“If it makes you feel better, the worst that could happen would be I get drugged”

“That does not comfort me if that was your goal?”

Getting off the bed, raising to his full height. Prowling to where you stood, almost stalking you like a lion would a lamb. Standing as close as he could without touching you, having to tilt your neck to meet his eyes. Your chest barely brushing against his as you take a deep breath. “I need to go.”

“No you don’t.”

“Eric, I’ll be back before you wake up I promise.”

Standing on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down for a quick kiss goodbye walking out the door before he can stop you. It was weird having a party in broad daylight, it didn’t have the same vibe that the darkness did. Sookie waking besides you to the drink table. Speaking in her thick Louisianan accent. “Thank you again Y/n, for coming with me.”

“No problem, but why did you want to come? This isn’t exactly you’re type of place.”

You asked, noting the anti vampire memorabilia decorating the house. You figured they didn’t like vampires based on the daylight party and the drink menu that includes holy water in all the mixes, was a little much if you asked me.

“This is a party for all the young vamp haters that go to the church, I thought if came I could change their minds.”

God Sookie, can’t you just leave things alone. She must’ve read you thoughts because she started to defend herself.

“Come on Y/n, you love the vampires too. I’ll do the talking you’re just here for support. Here drink this and have fun, you’ll be back with Eric before you know it.”

She says, handing you one of the solo cups a frat guy brought you both. While she walked away with him, no doubt talking his ear off. You stay in the kitchen wishing you would’ve stayed cuddled with your boyfriend.

Sookie was wrong, it’s been hours and you’re still here. The last thing you remember is the frat boy coming back and feeding you drink after drink which you needed to ignore all the hate he was spilling about vamps. You can handle alcohol your boyfriend owns a bar for goodness sake but this was different. Your vision was blurry around the edges, you could hear people talking but couldn’t make it out. You need to find Sookie now.

Throwing apologizes over your shoulder stumbling into people while looking for the peppy blonde. Practically draping yourself over her, heart dropping to your stomach when you find her in a similar position.

“Gather around folks, looks like we have two vamp lovers.”

Oh, so frat boy was the leader here if you can call him that. You told Sookie to drop it, but Eric told you not to go so you can’t be that angry, you didn’t listen either. Luckily you’re not as far gone as she is so you can see the sun getting closer to the horizon, you can imagine Eric prowling around his room like a beast locked in a cage just waiting to get out. No doubt feeling your emotions through your bond. You just had to keep him talking.

“This is a bad idea, just let us go and all is forgiven.”

Trying your best to get out of this on your own, barley supporting your friend as she keeps toppling over her feet. The frats laughs booming as everyone else joins in. The circle around you both getting tighter the more confident they became. Just a little more.

“Not so tough when your bloodsuckers aren’t here are you?”

Moving closer twirling a strand of your hair around his finger pushing both you and Sookie to the ground her falling on top of you. They are so focused on you they don’t notice the nearing danger. Taking as deep of a breath as you can with her weight above you.

“Eric!”

He’s there in the amount of time it takes for the group surrounding you to figure out what you’ve done when Eric storms in. Taking less then a second to asses the situation, seeing you disoriented and on the ground, laying waste to those who hurt you. Pam soon joining, although she wouldn’t admit it you both were close. You were probably the only human she liked, she was as angry as Eric was. Hugging Sookie closer, cringing as blood splatters on your face and clothes.

Flinching as a hand is placed on your arm, calming when Eric’s voice reaches your ear.

“It’s me älskling, it’s just me.”

Picking you up, resting your face on his shoulder while scanning over your body for injuries. Rubbing his face In your neck your scent relaxing him slightly. Ordering Pam to take Sookie to Bills, and call a cleaning crew to fix this mess. Running home you tucked safely in his arms, he was furious. He told you not to go, you did and you got hurt. He should’ve glamored you to stay, he promised he never would but he also promised to keep you safe. Which was a worst one to break.

Setting you softly on the bed, cleaning the blood off you while you try your best to focus on the man in front of you. You could feel the anger radiating off him, silently keeping to his work, tossing the towel to the side when he deemed you clean. Arms tense starting at the door, a quite Eric was more dangerous then a loud one.

“I’m sorry Eric.”

His head tilted down, glaring dangerously.

“I told you not to go, I’ve been around much longer did you think I may know what I’m speaking of.”

He growled, you could tell his fangs were out by the way he spoke. Now he’s pacing, trying to calm himself, he doesn’t want to leave you to do so. “I know.”

Stopping to kneel in front of you, lifting your head gently holding your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Sighing as he looks at you, the anger fading to the fear he felt when he though the almost lost you. He swore if his heart was beating it would’ve stopped when he saw you on the ground surrounded by foe.

“While it was a bad circumstances, it’s reassuring to know you were smart calling for me. You’re mine, you knew I’d protect you.”

Finally taking you in his arms, holding you tightly to his chest. His hand twisting in your hair keeping you close. Pam smiling to herself overhearing Eric comfort you from her spot at the bar upstairs. Tucking your face into his neck, you never want to leave him again, he’s your night in shining armor, if anyone knows anything about Eric it’s the he will protect what’s his, and one thing is for sure. You’re his.

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Missed You

Ship: Dabi x reader

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Dabi meant to come see you last week. He really did. He just got busy, but he’s here now whether you like it or not. 

Warnings: Language, Choking, Biting, Vaginal Fingering, dubcon(ish not really)

AN: dabi’s fucking weird lmao

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Dabi closes the door to your apartment gently behind him. He’s late by maybe a week. But hey, who can blame him? He’s a busy man, and at the end of the day, you’re not dating. Not really. He’s not going to take you out to fancy dinners or hold your hand while you walk through the park. Well, at least not when the sun’s up. It’s not his style. 

And even if he wanted to, he can’t. He can’t give you all the things he knows you want. But whenever he brings it up, you put your hands on your hips and jerk your chin at him, insisting that you don’t need any of that sentimental crap. But he knows you deserve better. Whatever.

Despite his edge, something sharp pokes at his heart when he hears the shower running. He kicks off his shoes and lets his jacket fall from his shoulders, a cruel smirk pulling at his lips. He shuffles towards your bathroom, and as he gets closer, he realizes he can hear music streaming through the door. Perfect.

The door opens softly, waves of humidity flowing into his face along with the notes of whatever band you were listening to. Your voice reaches his ears as you hum along to the music, words intermingling with nonsense. The wicked grin on his face stretches wide as he jerks an arm out to yank back your shower curtain.

A scream claws its way out of your throat, and you stumble trying to cover yourself with your arms. Your eyes focus on puckered patchwork skin, and you breathe out his name, hanging your head as you sigh. Dabi smirks as you shake your head, eyeing the way water rolls off your body. The water splashes out of the shower, forming puddles on the floor. You turn your gaze up, fixing Dabi with a glare.  

“Dabi,” you hiss. “Mrs. Mai is gonna get mad about the water.” He sneers as your concern, pulling off his shirt before fumbling with his belt.

“If that old hag downstairs gives you any shit, let me know.” His voice is calm and cruel, sending chills down your spine. You cross your arms and try to ignore the way your stomach flips when Dabi’s eyes seize the newly exposed flesh.

“Dabi.” His eyes lazily trail up your body before landing on your eyes. He’s really here. You bite down on your tongue, ignoring the sour taste in your mouth. “You said you were gonna be here last week.” His face hardens at your comment, but only for a moment. His cruel smile reappears as he kicks his pants off.

“Must’ve gotten caught up with something,” he murmurs, distant and cold. Your face twists unpleasantly at the thought. You let your eyes appraise him, making note of the small bruises and cuts that pepper his already marred skin. You knew what he did; how could you not? But your stomach still curdles at the thought of losing Dabi.

“Yea, that sounds right. I got so busy I forgot to come back,” he taunts. You pout as his words, but it just spurs him on. He slips off his boxers and steps in the shower, invading your space.

“Hmm? Does that bother you?” You steal your eyes over his shoulder, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But he moves forward, crowding you against the wall until there’s nowhere left to look but at him. His arms create a solid cage around you, not letting you escape.

“Why are you upset?” His breath fans over your face, and your eyes flick down to his lips. “Did you miss me?”

Something dark creeps into his voice, making you shiver. Your nod is almost discernable, but the growing smirk indicates he saw it. He’s got you right where he wants you. A finger trails down your neck, before his hand lightly grasps your throat. “Use your words.” He gives your throat a light squeeze and cocks his head to the side, waiting.

You shift under his intense, hot gaze and drag the words out, giving him what he wants.

“I missed you,” you choke out, watching as his eyes darken. He leans towards you and licks a hot stripe along the side of your face.

“Dabi!” you whine unhappily. You grimace and try to shift away from him, but his grip on your throat tightens past the point of comfort. In a panic, your hands fly to your throat and tug at his hand. He freezes, no longer tightening his hand, but not letting you go. You feel his cock twitch against you, and your pussy clenches around nothing.

He releases your throat, and you breathe heavily against him, the tension thickening in the heat from the water. In an instant, Dabi surges forward molding his lips against yours in a searing kiss. His scarred skin is pressed firmly against yours, rubbing against you in a way that sets a fire in the pit of your stomach. His hands clutch painfully at your hips, and you can feel the bruises beginning to form.

His lips are warm against yours. Almost too warm. His stapled skin is also hot, practically burning your nerves. One hand squeezes your hips, making you squirm, before trailing up to gently tease your nipple. You thread your hands through his hair, tugging, trying to yank him closer. A groan vibrates through his chest, and pride bubbles up in your blood. 

He harshly pinches your nipple, making you gasp. Dabi takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, all while still tweaking your nipple. His tongue maps out the soft warmth of your mouth, and he rocks his hips into you, letting his cock drag against your skin.

He pulls away to catch his breath, but when he tries to find your lips again, you turn your face away, escaping from his burning mouth.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs against you, letting his head dip down to suck marks along the side of your neck. Your fingers massage his scalp as you try to catch your breath.

“Dabi,” you breathe out, “I… I have somewhere to be.” His fiery lips still against you, and he pulls away from you. His face hardens, lips pressing into a firm line. His head cocks to the side, waiting for you to explain what could be so important to drag you away from him now. You swallow past the lump in your throat, trying not to buckle under the pressure of his attention.

“I’m going to meet my friends at-” you cut yourself off when he bucks his hips harshly into you.

“I finally make it over here, and you wanna leave,” he taunts. You narrow your eyes, feeling the maelstrom of emotions swirling in the air. They’re hot and sharp, crackling unpleasantly and intensely like lighting. You lean forward, pointing a defiant finger into his chest.

“You were supposed to be here earlier.” He rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and jerking you forward. You stumble into his arms, and he clutches you tightly, attacking your lips with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. The hot water rains down on your skin, adding to the burning sensation deep inside you. His hands snake down to squeeze your ass, and you moan into the kiss.

His hands continue to squeeze and wander your available flesh, letting himself get lost in the noises you make and the way your body opens up for him. Dabi rocks his hips into you, letting his cock rub against your body. 

He traces a hand along the side of your body, letting it slide in between. You squirm as his finger swipes along your pussy lips. As if burned, you try to shift away, remembering your plans for the evening. But Dabi is intoxicating, and he pulls you down into dizzying dark depths.

“My friends...” you mumble against him, knowing you’ve already lost the battle. A disappointed noise rumbles through his chest, and he gently pinches your clit, making your hips cant against him.

“Not tonight,” he whines, pressing burning kisses into the side of your face. “Not when this pussy’s so wet for me.” He pushes one of his fingers into you, thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Your hips cant against him, and you whine as he bites into the juncture of your shoulder. You rock against him, trying to push yourself towards the ledge he wants you to fall over, but Dabi laughs at your feeble attempts.

“You want more?” he murmurs into your ear. You nod, hands tugging at his hair. He pushes in a second finger and pumps them into you harshly. You moan trying to pull him back so you can kiss him. He chuckles and easily shakes himself out of your grasp. “What do you want? Use your words,” he teases. You whine, letting your hips buck against him.

At your lack of response, his thumb digs harshly into your clit, making you cry out. “I said use your words.” His tone is sharp against your ears, and you shudder. You narrow your eyes petulantly at him, and he scowls. When he realizes you’re not going to give in so easily, he rips his hand away from your needy cunt. You let out a cry of frustration at the emptiness inside you and weakly try to grab his wrist. He yanks his hand out of your grasp and turns off the water.

“Dabi, wait!” you cry out, but he’s already stepping out of the shower. He turns around to look at you, face impassable. He blinks at you slowly, waiting. The cold air plucks at your skin, goosebumps forming everywhere. Your music plays quietly in the background, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“I wanted you to kiss me,” you whisper. He doesn’t move, letting your words hang heavy in the air. You squirm under his intense gaze, and a cruel smile spreads on his face.

“I know.”

Dabi surges forward, cupping your face with his rough hands, and he kisses you harshly. You stumble, but he braces you with his body. His piercings and staples scrape across your skin, and he drags you forward out of the shower. His teeth clash against yours, and he spreads his palm out behind your head, holding you in place.

Your nails scrape across his chest and he groans against you. Dabi breaks away from you, leaving small nips against your neck.

“Say it again,” he whispers into your neck, voice softer than normal. You furrow your brows, head tilting to give him better access to your neck. Dabi’s normally so harsh, unbridled fury wrapped up in lean muscle and patchwork skin. But there’s something different in his voice. Not necessarily soft, but different. It’s hot and sticky and echoes through your brain.

“That I wanted you to kiss me?” you ask, confusion coloring your words. He shakes his head, hands trailing back down to your hips, squeezing the flesh there.

“That you missed me.”

Oh.

The hot, syrupiness that you heard in Dabi’s voice flows through your veins now, making your mind slow like honey. You hum in contentment, his words bouncing around your brain. You weave your hands back into his hair, holding him close to you.

“I missed you, Dabi.” His nips transition to kisses, and makes his way up your neck to your jaw.

“Again.”

“I missed you, Dabi.” He licks a hot stripe along your jaw, making you squirm. His grip tightens uncomfortably on your waist.

“Again.”

“I missed you so much, Dabi!” A bruising kiss sears itself to your lips, and you moan. You’re dragged from the bathroom to the cold comfort of your bed. He’s on you instantly, fingers buried inside your wet cunt, pushing you to the release he had denied you earlier. His touch and kisses leave you burning, reeling, but craving more.

He’s insatiable, and far too much to handle, and is most likely going to leave your burning and broken, but you don’t care. You missed him, after all.