#the urge to do it all over again now is insane

[pervoshi]

SENTRY!BOB . drabble

is this incredibly ooc? yeah a Little, however! it was worth soooo . . .

sentry, who has you pinned against the wall, one hand knuckles deep inside of you, the other covering your mouth so valentina can’t hear how loudly you’re whining out for him.

he couldn’t help himself, the way you so stupidly thought he wouldn’t find you hiding inside his tower? did you really find him that dumb?

the thunderbolts helplessly waiting for you to signal, not knowing you’re currently getting your insides rearranged by the man that not even a day ago was a fidgeting, anxious mess.

bob wasn’t bob anymore, he was someone else completely — someone you didn’t recognize.

“b—bob please—,”

“didn’t i say to call me sentry?”

right, this wasn’t bob at all actually, it was sentry, the almighty hero — well, as heroic as someone can be when their hand is down their ex-coworkers pants.

“not c—calling you that,”

“excuse me?”

bob— sentry’s free hand pressed into your neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep you check.

“you wanna try that again?”

god, he was hot.

too fucking hot that it was driving you insane.

“s—sentry, sentry!”

you had to speed this up, the sounds of your teammates worrying voices in your ear making you panic, knowing they’d start making their way up if you didn’t give a response.

sentry could see the way your eyes flickered between him, his hand in your pants, and the elevator just down the stairs.

it was cute, the way you tried to act scared when in reality this was exactly what you could ever hope for.

“you scared they’re gonna come up and see you like this—,”

he pushed his fingers further, curling them more, brushing right against your sweet spot.

“a mess, dripping all over me,”

you bit into your lip, hands curling into balls against the drywall, eyes closing as you tried so hard to swallow any moan clawing at your throat.

“no, don’t do that,”

sentry’s hand still on your neck slid up to pry open your mouth, keeping his thumb pressed against the plump of your bottom lip to keep it open.

“let me hear how good i’m making you feel.”

it shocked you just how mouthy he was being, this confidence seemingly coming out of thin air.

maybe it was his ego talking, knowing just how much power he had now, especially over you, his strength reaching new heights he had no idea he possessed.

valentina did say he was as strong as god, so why not make the most of that?

“i think, after this mission,”

you felt him lift your head slightly, eyes now looking directly into his, a cynical grin on his face.

“i’ll keep you here with me, in this tower,”

his fingers sped up, now ramming into you at a pace you’d never experienced, your legs starting shake from the sensation.

“just so i can play with you whenever i want.”

“b—,”

sentry’s eyes flashed a deep yellow, a warning to you if you even uttered that name.

his thumb came up to lazily rub your clit, your body arching slightly as your impending release was slowly building, the warmth bubbling in your stomach.

“s—sentry, i’m—!”

“close? i can tell, she’s clenching around me.”

why did he have to be so cocky about it? it didn’t help how incredibly turned on it was making you —him, having so much control over you.

sentry’s hand, not on your cunt, moved to grope the flesh of your tits, pinching your nipples through the material of your suit.

“oh my go—!”

he chuckled, leaning his head forward so his lips were pressed right against your ear, teeth nipping at the skin ever so lightly.

“yeah, i am your god, aren’t i?”

holy fuck.

your orgasm washed over you like a wave, body shaking, eyes rolling, voice breaking as you flew your hand onto sentry’s wrist.

sentry could feel his cock straining against the annoyingly tight fabric of his suit, the way you so quietly whimpered out his name made him resist the urge to turn you around and fuck you right there.

“go—,”

an elevator ding, followed by the sound of valentina’s voice echoing through the room.

“how crazy is it to think of all the monumental fights that happened exactly here where you’re standing?”

he quickly pulled his fingers from you, looking at the sticky substance before raising them to you lips, pushing against them slightly.

“c’mon, open up.”

you let him slide them into your mouth, tongue licking away your slick from them, trying to hold back any noises that could slip from you.

sentry pulled them out quickly, hearing the thunderbolts move around, voices bickering with one another.

he gave your cheek a couple soft taps, taking a few steps away before turning back, eyes trailing over your fucked our body.

“guess you should clean up before going back down there, huh?”

this cheeky fucking bastard.

[sohighsohaii]

APCA: Sisterly Bonds

TW! The aforementioned sexual exploitation, pretty much non-con, humiliation, slave play (DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE)

"Oh my god! Unnie! What are you doing to her?" Chaeryoung screamed in terror, then looking to you in rage. You ignore Chaeryoung, instead turning to Chaeyeon, removing her blindfold. You leaned towards Chaeyeon, whispering to her all as she saw her sister trapped the same way she was, and knew that the same fate that had befallen her would now befall her sister. "I want you to listen to me Chaeyeon, I like you, you're one of my favourites. Your master tells me you're fully broken but I don't buy it. In case you get the sudden urge to attempt to escape, resist, do anything, I'll make sure both you and your sister get some sisterly bonding in your master's playroom. If you cooperate, however, show absolute devotion and submit to me with no hesitation, I'll make sure your life and your sister's improves. Do you understand?" You could see Chaeyeon's eyes widen in fear, before she turned to you.

"I understand…Master." Chaeyeon shakily said as you smiled. "No! Unnie! Don't call that bastard that!" Chaeryoung screamed, shaking against her bonds. You chose to ignore her though, turning around and walking closer to Chaeryoung. "Let me borrow this for a moment." You walk toward Chaeryoung, detaching the collar and leash from her neck, chuckling as Chaeryoung's futile struggle only intensified her pleasure, as she was essentially rubbing herself on the vibrator that was slowly driving her insane. Looking down, you ran your hands across Chaeryoung's pussy, feeling its warmth as it pulsated, the vibrations sending Chaeryoung so close to the edge that just your hand cupping her pussy almost sends her into an orgasmic frenzy. "You have a really nice pussy Chaeryoung, has anyone ever told you that?" You say nonchalantly, as if you had just praised her singing or dancing. "Fuck you!" Chaeryoung shouted as she tried to wriggle her pussy out of her hand, only for it to backfire once again, causing her to moan in pleasure again. "Hmm, sharp tongue. Alright then." You commented, turning around, cutting Chaeyeon free. "Put this collar on, then crawl to me." You say, tossing the collar onto the ground, walking to a rack on the wall, where paddles, whips, and some anal beads hung. Running your hand through the toys, you settle on a small studded paddle, taking it as you swung it in the air. "mahther" You heard the muffled voice of Chaeyeon at your feet, the leather handle of her collar in her mouth. Good, she was getting the game. "Good dog." You praise, putting your hand under her chin as you began to pet her, almost as if she was an actual dog. "Pet, your sister insulted your master, what do you think should happen to her?" You ask, tugging Chaeyeon's leash harshly as she stumbled over her hands and feet, struggling to keep up. "She…She should get punished, Master." Chaeyeon whispered, lowering her head in shame as she couldn't bear to look her sister in the eyes, who stared at her with shock and confusion. "No, no, she can take whatever punishment I inflict on her, what will really hurt her, Chaeyeon?" You pretend to think, amused as you saw realisation dawn on Chaeyeon's face. "Punish me, Master." "Splendid idea Slave." You applaud, rewarding her by reaching down to her pussy, your fingers toying with her folds as she wantonly moaned, head thrown backwards all while her sister looked on in horror. "No, Unnie, no…" Chaeryoung's face morphed into one of absolute terror. "Hang on pet, I need to adjust the playpen. Be a good dog and masturbate while I get to work. Make your sister sees it all. And Chaeryoung, until I move you properly, if I see you not looking at your sister debasing herself, I promise her punishment gets worse. Is that understood?" You say, strutting up to Chaeryoung, a rough grip around her cheek as you glared at her. Chaeryoung glared at you, mouth shut. "Alright. New Plan. Get up here." You say, pulling a lever.

With a push, the collaboration of strings holding Chaeryoung falls, leaving her laying horizontally. With her whole body now off the floor, Chaeryoung began screaming, panicking as she struggled against her bonds. "Pet, do me a favour, get up there and shut your dear sister up, with your, well, otherwise useless fuckhole." You go, patting her on the ass.

Chaeyeon hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her younger sister Chaeryoung, who was now helpless and exposed, her body shaking with fear and the relentless vibrations of the toy inside her. The sight filled Chaeyeon with a sickening mix of pity and dread, knowing that she was about to be forced to humiliate and hurt her dear sibling.

"Please Master, please don't make me do this," Chaeyeon begged, her voice cracking with emotion. She lowered her head, the leather collar tight around her neck as she gripped it in her hands.

You yanked on the leash harshly, forcing Chaeyeon to look up at you with tearful eyes. "I said, get up there and shut your sister up with your cunt, now!" you barked, punctuating the command with another sharp tug on the leash.

Sniffling and trembling, Chaeyeon slowly crawled towards Chaeryoung, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her. She positioned herself over her sister's face, her dripping slit hovering inches above Chaeryoung's mouth.

"No, Chaeyeon, please don't! Don't let him make you do this!" Chaeryoung pleaded, writhing against the restraints that held her down. Her face was flushed with humiliation and panic.

Chaeyeon closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she descended, smothering her sister's pleading cries with her pussy. She grinded her hips, rubbing her clit against Chaeryoung's mouth, smearing her sister's lips with her arousal.

"Lick it, you stupid slut," you ordered, cracking the studded paddle against Chaeyeon's ass, leaving a red welt on her soft skin. "Get your tongue in that cunt! Now!"

Chaeyeon whimpered pathetically as she felt her sister's tongue reluctantly start to lick and lap at her folds, the vibrations from the toy inside Chaeryoung making the sensation overwhelming. She ground her hips more forcefully, essentially using her sister's face like a toy for her own pleasure.

Chaeyeon's body began to tremble uncontrollably as the depraved act of using her sister's mouth pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips bucked and gyrated shamelessly, grinding her clit against Chaeryoung's struggling tongue. Obscene wet squelching noises filled the room as Chaeyeon's arousal coated her sister's face.

"Ahhh, I'm…I'm going to…to cum!" Chaeyeon panted, her voice ragged with humiliation and impending climax. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, the walls fluttering wildly around Chaeryoung's invading tongue.

Just as Chaeyeon was about to reach her peak, you grabbed the leash and yanked her off her sister with a harsh jerk. Chaeryoung gasped for air as Chaeyeon was ripped away, her face glistening with her sister's juices.

"Get on your knees, whore," you commanded, forcing a sobbing and disoriented Chaeyeon to kneel before you. "Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. Let your sister see what a depraved slut you are."

Chaeyeon scrambled to obey, tangling her fingers behind her head as she presented her dripping, needy cunt to you and her sister. She couldn't bear to look at Chaeryoung, knowing the horror and disgust she must feel seeing her beloved older sister debased like this.

"Look at you, using your own sister like a fuck toy," you sneered, stroking your hardening cock. "Admit it, you fucking loved it didn't you? Loved cumming all over that cute little face."

"No…no, I didn't…" Chaeyeon whimpered, but her body betrayed her, still trembling with the aftershocks of her shameful climax.

As Chaeyeon tried to deny it, you turned the vibrator's intensity up to its highest setting inside Chaeryoung. Her screams of protest turned into a high-pitched wail as the toy buzzed violently, making her writhe and thrash against the bonds holding her down. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as the overwhelming stimulation pushed her towards a forced, unwanted orgasm.

"Beg for it, slut!" you demanded, gripping Chaeyeon's hair and forcing her to watch her sister's distress. "

Chaeyeon watched in horror as her little sister convulsed and screamed, the intense vibrations forcing Chaeryoung towards a painful, traumatizing climax. Tears streamed down Chaeyeon's face as she witnessed her beloved sibling being pushed beyond her breaking point. In that moment, Chaeyeon knew she had to do something, anything, to stop Chaeryoung's torment.

"Please, please stop!" Chaeyeon begged, her voice raw with desperation. "I'll do anything, Master! Just please, turn it off!"

You smirked cruelly, enjoying the power you held over both sisters. "Anything, you say? Well then, beg for it like the desperate slut you are. Beg me to fuck you, to use you, and maybe I'll consider sparing your sister from any more of this… stimulation."

Chaeyeon's face burned with humiliation, but the sight of Chaeryoung's anguish outweighed her shame. "Please Master, I'm begging you! Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want with me! Just please, turn off that thing inside my sister! I'm your toy, your fucktoy, your slut! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!"

As Chaeyeon debased herself, pleading for you to violate her, you reached down and turned off the vibrator. Chaeryoung immediately collapsed, going limp against the table, gasping and shaking from the aftermath of her forced climax.

"There, there, I stopped it for now," you said mockingly. "But you better put that mouth of yours to good use, whore. Worship your Master's cock like the obedient slut you are."

Chaeyeon nodded desperately, crawling towards you with renewed purpose. She knew she had to be the perfect slave, the ideal fucktoy, to keep her sister safe from any more torture. She knew it wouldn't end here, and failure to comply would lead to more time in…the playroom. She almost broke down just thinking about it

Reaching your hips, she nuzzled your hardening length, her tears dripping onto your shaft as she planted kisses along the thick flesh. "Thank you, Master," Chaeyeon whimpered, her voice dripping with desperate gratitude and humiliation. "Thank you for giving me purpose, for letting me serve you. I'm your slut, your toy, your pet."

With that, she took your cock into her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily, determined to be the best dick-slut. Chaeyeon moaned around your cock, taking you deep into her throat as she gazed up at you with teary, pleading eyes. She bobbed her head, slurping and sucking with wanton desperation, her tongue swirling around your shaft. The wet, obscene sounds of her debauchery filled the room as she worshipped you, determined to prove her devotion.

"Mmmph… thank you, Master…" Chaeyeon mumbled, pulling off your cock just long enough to catch her breath before diving back in, taking you to the hilt. She could feel you hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, but she didn't gag or resist. Instead, she relaxed her muscles, letting you use her mouth as you saw fit.

As you fucked Chaeyeon's face, you glanced over at Chaeryoung, who was still recovering from her ordeal. Her chest heaved with each shuddering breath, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. You smirked, knowing that the sight of her dear sister debasing herself was likely seared into her mind forever.

Chaeyeon could feel your cock throbbing in her throat, and she knew you were close. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster, desperate to taste your cum. She wanted to prove her worth as your perfect fucktoy, to show you that she could satisfy you in any way you demanded.

"Fuck… you want to taste your Master's cum, don't you slut?" you growled, gripping her hair tighter. Chaeyeon nodded frantically, looking up at you with pleading, desperate eyes. "Beg for it then. Beg for your Master's load like the cock-hungry whore you are."

"Please Master!" Chaeyeon gasped out, stroking your shaft rapidly. "Please give me your cum! I need it so badly! I want to taste your hot, thick seed flooding my dirty mouth. Please, Master, fill me up! Paint my whore face with your essence!"

With a grunt, you obliged her shameless begging, gripping her hair and holding her in place as you erupted. Chaeyeon moaned in delight as spurt after spurt of your hot cum shot down her eager throat. She gulped and swallowed, not wanting to waste a single drop of your precious offering.

You released your load deep in Chaeyeon's eager throat, pumping spurt after thick spurt of your hot, virile seed directly into her greedy mouth. Chaeyeon gulped and swallowed it all down, not wanting to disappoint you or waste a single drop of your precious cum. She licked and slurped, cleaning your shaft thoroughly as you pulled out, ensuring she got every last bit of your essence.

"Such an obedient little cum slut," you praised mockingly, pushing Chaeyeon back onto the floor. "You've pleased your Master well."

Chaeryoung watched the depraved display through teary, shocked eyes. The sight of her beloved sister eagerly swallowing another man's cum, debasing herself for the twisted pleasure of her tormentor, filled her with a sickening mix of despair and betrayal.

Chaeyeon knew her sister was watching, could feel the weight of Chaeryoung's gaze on her back. But she had no choice, no other option but to be the perfect fucktoy, the ideal slave, to keep Chaeryoung safe from any further pain and torment.

"Now, get on your back, legs spread wide," you commanded, already positioning yourself between Chaeyeon's thighs. "Show your sister what a desperate slut you are for cock."

Chaeyeon scrambled to obey, lying back and spreading her legs as wide as they could go. Her pussy was dripping, swollen and needy from all the stimulation. She could feel Chaeryoung's eyes on her, taking in the lewd display.

"Look at this hungry cunt, so desperate to be filled," you taunted, running a finger along Chaeyeon's slick slit, feeling how ready she was. "Tell your sister how badly you need your Master's cock. Beg her to watch as I claim you, ruin you, make you mine."

"Chaeryoung, please…" Chaeyeon whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her sister. "Please watch…watch me be a good girl for Master. Watch him fuck me, ruin me, make me his perfect fucktoy. I need it…I need him inside me…"

Chaeryoung looked away, unable to witness the impending defilement of her sister. But you grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to watch as you positioned the swollen head of your cock at the entrance of Chaeyeon's weeping pussy. "Watch, you little slut!" you snarled at Chaeryoung. "Watch as I claim your sister, as I ruin her tight cunt and make her my personal fucktoy!" With one brutal thrust, you slammed your hips forward, burying your thick cock deep inside Chaeyeon's needy hole. She screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the floor as you stretched her open around your invading length. "Yes, Master! Yes!" Chaeyeon cried out, her nails digging into your back as she wrapped her legs around your waist. "Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours!" You set a punishing pace, pounding into Chaeyeon's pussy with harsh, brutal thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you used her, claiming her, breaking her in. Chaeryoung could only watch in horror, tears streaming down her face as she was forced to witness the violent defilement of her beloved sister. With each thrust, she saw Chaeyeon's body jolt and shake, her large breasts bouncing with the force of your fucking. "Fuck, this cunt is mine now," you growled, gripping Chaeyeon's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "This slutty hole belongs to me. Say it!" "It's yours, Master!" Chaeyeon screamed, her voice raw with pleasure and humiliation. "My pussy is yours, all yours! I'm your fucktoy, your cock sleeve, your slave!" You could feel her clenching around you, her pussy gripping your pistoning cock like a vice. You knew she was close, teetering on the edge of another shameful climax. "Beg for it, whore," you demanded, hammering into her harder, deeper. "Beg your Master to let you cum on this magnificent cock!" "Please, please Master!" Chaeyeon wailed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Please let your slutty whore cum on your glorious cock!" Chaeyeon cried out, too far gone in her lust to care how pathetic she sounded. Her pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around your pistoning length, the wet squelching sounds of her arousal filling the room.

You could feel her body tensing, her climax building to a fever pitch. With a final, brutal thrust, you buried yourself to the hilt inside Chaeyeon's spasming cunt. "Cum for me, you filthy whore!" you commanded, your voice booming through the room.

Chaeyeon let out a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy convulsed almost violently, gripping your cock like a hot, slick vice as her juices gushed out around you. She thrashed and writhed beneath you, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"YES, MASTER!" Chaeyeon screamed, her voice hoarse and ragged. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your magnificent cock! Thank you, thank you!" Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as she rode out the waves of her shameful but intense climax.

Chaeryoung watched, horrified and transfixed, as her sister lost herself completely to the depravity of her lust. She had never seen Chaeyeon like this, so utterly consumed by her own pleasure and desperation to serve you. It broke Chaeryoung's heart to see her dear sister reduced to little more than a set of holes for you to use.

As Chaeyeon slowly came down from her high, you pulled out of her dripping pussy with a wet plop. Thick rivulets of her cum dripped down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her. You smirked down at your new fucktoy, proud of her performance.

"That's it, that's a good girl," you praised mockingly, giving Chaeyeon's ass a sharp smack. "You've done well today, slut. You've pleased your Master greatly."

You hooked the leash back onto Chaeyeon's collar, giving it a sharp tug. "Come, my perfect little fucktoy. Let's leave your sister to think about her choices." With a lewd, wet sound, Chaeyeon struggled to her feet, her legs shaky and unsteady from the intense fucking she had just endured. She followed behind you, head hung low, the leash leading her out of the room like a dog on a leash. The metallic click of the door closing behind her echoed like a gunshot, leaving Chaeryoung alone with you.

Chaeryoung flinched at the sound, her mind reeling with the horrific images of her sister debasing herself, screaming in pleasure as you used her. She shuddered, knowing that was only the beginning of the depravity her dear sister would suffer at your hands. The thought of Chaeyeon being your personal fucktoy, your plaything to ruin and defile as you saw fit, made Chaeryoung's stomach turn.

You turned to face Chaeryoung, a cruel smirk playing on your lips as you approached her bound form. You could see the fear and revulsion in her eyes, the way she tried to shrink back from your touch. It only spurred on your dark desires.

"As the days go by, your sister will suffer more," you said, trailing a finger along Chaeryoung's jawline, tilting her chin up to force her to meet your gaze. "More pain, more humiliation, more degradation. I will push her to her limits and beyond, until the only thing she knows is the feeling of my cock inside her, the taste of my cum on her tongue."

Chaeryoung whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of her sister's impending fate. "Please… please don't…" she begged, voice trembling with fear and despair.

"But perhaps there is a way for you to spare her," you mused, your hand drifting down to Chaeryoung's most private place. Without warning, you delivered a sharp slap to her sensitive mound, making her yelp in pain and shock. "Volunteer to take your sister's place. Play my games, follow my orders without question. That, or your sister will entertain every drugged out drunkard at any bar i find" A lie, but she didn't need to know that. You could see the conflicting emotions warring in Chaeryoung's eyes - the desperate need to protect her sister, and the bone-deep revulsion at the thought of suffering the same fate. You smirked, enjoying her distress.

"Well? What will it be, little one?" you asked, giving her pussy another condescending slap, relishing her pained yelp. "Will you be a good girl and take your sister's place? Will you give yourself to me completely, to be used for my pleasure in any way I desire?"

Chaeryoung trembled, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to find the words. She knew she couldn't let her sister suffer any longer, but the thought of being at the mercy of this monster filled her with dread.

"I…I…" Chaeryoung stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just…just please, leave Chaeyeon alone."

A cruel laugh escaped your lips as you heard Chaeryoung's reluctant acceptance. "Excellent choice," you purred, giving her mound another possessive grope. "I look forward to breaking you in."

With that, you reached down and turned the vibrator back on, cranking it up to its highest setting. Chaeryoung screamed as the intense, unrelenting buzzing filled her core once more, her body convulsing against the restraints holding her down.

"There now, let that motivate you to be an extra good girl for me," you said with a wicked grin, watching her writhe and moan in helpless pleasure. "Remember, your obedience and submission is the only thing standing between your sister and a life of endless fucking and abuse."

You turned and walked out of the room, leaving Chaeryoung to her torment, the sound of her screams and the buzzing vibrator filling the air. You knew she would be a tight, virgin hole, and you couldn't wait to ruin her completely.

You stepped into the dimly lit room, the air thick with a mixture of sweat, sex, and the faint scent of ozone from the electric collar around Lia's neck. The scene before you was one of debauchery and depravity, but you had to maintain your facade, to play the role of the cruel, sadistic master to the hilt.

Your gaze fell upon Lia first, her lithe body slumped in the chair, head lolling to the side as she teetered on the brink of consciousness. The electric collar around her slender throat glinted coldly in the low light, a silent testament to the punishment she had endured each time Ryujin and Yeji had found their release. Lia's body was a work of art, toned and taut from years of rigorous K-pop idol training, her porcelain skin marred only by the red welts and bruises from your "punishments." Even in her dazed state, you could appreciate the delicate curve of her collarbone, the swell of her small but pert breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Beside her, the sight of Ryujin and Yeji was equally devastating. The two women were splayed out on the obscene contraption you had left them bound to, their lithe dancer's legs splayed wide, ankles and wrists still secured to the seesaw. Ryujin's long, toned limbs jerked and spasmed each time the mechanical arm plunged the thick, veined dildo into her tight, dripping pussy. Her creamy skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her full, pouty lips parted in a silent scream of unwanted ecstasy with each thrust. Beside her, Yeji's body undulated in counterpoint, her own generous curves bouncing and jiggling as the dildo plunged into her over and over, her tight cunt gripping the intruding toy like a vice.

You felt a twinge of sympathy for these poor, innocent women, forced to endure such depraved torment. But you had a job to do, and playing the role of the cruel master was the only way to infiltrate this sick organization and bring them to justice. You had to make them believe that their suffering brought you some twisted sense of pleasure, even as your heart ached for their plight.

You approached Lia cautiously, unhooking the electric collar from around her slender throat with a soft click. She let out a shuddering sigh of relief as the painful pressure disappeared, gingerly rubbing at the reddened skin beneath. You could see the fear and exhaustion etched into every line of her delicate face as you set a glass of water down in front of her bound hands.

Lia looked up at you with wide, terrified eyes as she tried to sit up straight in the chair, her wrists still secured to the armrests, her ankles still splayed and tied to the legs. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, her voice raspy from screaming and dehydration, "what…what are your intentions with Ryujin and Yeji? With all of us? Please, just let us go. We won't say anything, I swear it!"

You let out a low, mocking chuckle, circling around Lia's chair like a predator stalking its prey. You knew you had to tread carefully, to build the illusion that her obedience could somehow spare her friends from further torment. It was a cruel lie, but a necessary one.

You leaned in close, your face inches from Lia's as you spoke in a low, threatening tone. "Let you go? Oh, my sweet little flower, if only it were that simple." You reached out, tucking a strand of her silky black hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the curve of her jaw. "The truth is, Itzy has been…underperforming. Their sales, their popularity, it's all been declining. Why else do you think it was so easy for us to capture you girls?"

Lia's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What? But that's not true! We've been working so hard, training every day…"

You cut her off with a sharp laugh, gripping her chin firmly. "Hard? You call that hard work? It's not enough. Not nearly enough." You released her chin and stepped back, beginning to slowly pace around her chair.

"That's where you come in, my dear Lia. You, my sweet little pet, have the potential to change everything. If you please me, if you obey me completely, I can make Itzy shine again. I can make them the sensation they were always meant to be. Of course, your fellow members will have to be obedient too, but you get to be the first, my dear girl." "You can be the shining star that saves them from ruin, Lia. Imagine it - the headlines, the adoration, the fame and fortune that would be yours if you simply submit to me. I can give you everything your heart desires, but only if you give yourself to me completely."

You paused, letting the weight of your words sink in as you stared intensely into Lia's eyes. "I want to mold you, to shape you into the perfect little toy. I'll train you to crave my touch, to live for the feeling of my skin against yours. Your pleasure will be mine to command, your orgasms belonged to me."

Lia trembled at your words, a confusing mix of fear and shameful excitement coursing through her. The thought of being the savior of Itzy, of giving everything to protect her members, warred with the humiliation of debasing herself for a monster like you. But what choice did she have? She had to be strong for Ryujin and Yeji, for all of Itzy.

"Please…" Lia whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want. I'll be your toy, your pet, your plaything. Just please, make Itzy successful again. Don't hurt them anymore."

You smirked, knowing you had her, knowing she was ready to be broken in and molded to your whims. "Good girl," you praised, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Such a good, obedient little flower. You're going to make a wonderful pet."

You turned to the one-way mirror overlooking the room where Ryujin and Yeji remained bound and tormented, their bodies jerking and bouncing in sickening unison. "Watch," you commanded Lia, pointing towards the glass. "Watch as your obedience saves them from any more pain. Watch as you become my perfect, eager little fucktoy."

Lia turned to look where you indicated, seeing her dear friends being violated and used like mere objects. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Please…please be gentle with them. I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Just please…make us successful again."

You circled around Lia's chair like a predator, your eyes roaming over her bound, trembling form. "Now then," you began, your voice dripping with dark promise, "it's time for your first lesson in obedience. You're to address me as Master at all times, do you understand?"

Lia nodded quickly, fresh tears springing to her eyes. "Y-yes Master," she stammered out, her voice quivering with fear and humiliating excitement. "I understand, Master."

"Good girl," you praised, reaching out to cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet your intense gaze. "You're a quick learner, Lia. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

You released her chin and stepped back, circling behind her chair. "First things first - I want you to start by thanking me for the water I gave you. Thank me like the grateful little slut you are."

Lia swallowed hard, knowing she had to play along, had to submit completely to your twisted games. "Thank you, Master," she began, her voice shaking as she tried to pour as much gratitude into her words as she could muster. "Thank you for giving this worthless slut water, Master. I am so grateful for your mercy and kindness, Master."

You smirked at her clumsy attempt, but it would do for now. "Better," you said, giving a sharp smack to her ass, watching it jiggle from the impact. "Now, let's see how well you follow orders. I want you to beg me to spank you, to punish this naughty body of yours. Beg me to redden your ass and slap your needy cunt until you can't sit right for a week. Go on, beg for it like the desperate little whore you are."

Lia let out a choked sob, her face flushing a deep crimson as she struggled to find the words to beg for such a degrading act. "Please…please," Lia whimpered, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Please punish this worthless slut. I've been so bad, so disobedient…"

She paused, realizing she had made a mistake in not addressing you correctly. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she quickly corrected herself. "Punish this worthless slut, Master! Punish me hard, Master! I need to be punished, Master! Please spank my naughty ass and slap my dirty cunt until it's raw and aching, Master!"

You could see the revulsion and humiliation in Lia's eyes as she begged, but also a spark of shameful arousal. She was trying her best to follow your orders, even if every fiber of her being recoiled at the degrading words spilling from her lips.

You gripped her ass hard, sinking your fingers into the supple flesh as you lifted your hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap. Lia yelped, her body jerking in the chair as the pain radiated through her. "Ah! Thank you, Master!" she cried out, her hips bucking instinctively.

You smacked her ass again, and again, each blow harder than the last. Lia wailed and begged, her voice rising in pitch with each strike. "Please, please Master! It hurts!" she sobbed, trying desperately to hold still in the chair even as her body screamed to escape the searing pain.

"Please, I'm sorry! I'll be a good girl, I swear!" Lia babbled incoherently, her mind starting to fray at the edges from the overwhelming sensation of pain and unwanted arousal. "I'll do better, I'll be your good little slut, your perfect fucktoy! Just please…please stop!"

But you didn't stop. You continued to rain down blows on her tender flesh, watching with dark satisfaction as red handprints blossomed across her once pristine ass. You smacked her pussy next, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room as Lia howled and begged for mercy.

"Please Master, please!" Lia screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the relentless onslaught of pain. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she bucked and wr writhed against the chair, her body no longer able to stay still. "It hurts so much, Master! I can't…I can't take anymore!"

You paused, your hand poised in the air, ready to deliver another stinging slap to her red, throbbing flesh. You could see the desperation and agony in Lia's eyes, hear it in her wailing pleas. She was close to her breaking point, teetering on the edge of shattering completely.

You paused, your hand poised in the air, as Lia's desperate pleas and the raw agony in her voice registered. Her body was shaking uncontrollably now, tears and snot streaming down her face as she begged you to stop. You could see she was at her limit, teetering on the brink of a complete mental collapse.

You smirked, realizing you had successfully broken through her defenses, shattered her pride. Lia was now ready for the next phase of her training. You released her wrists and ankles from the chair, allowing her to slump forward, her body wracked with sobs.

"Enough for now," you said, your voice cold and dismissive. You grabbed Lia by the hair, wrenching her head back and forcing her to look up at you. "You've done well, pet. You're learning your place."

You let go of her hair and reached for a collar and leash, roughly securing it around Lia's slender throat. She whimpered as the leather tightened, the metal buckle digging into her skin. "Come," you commanded, giving the leash a sharp tug.

Lia scrambled to obey, dropping to her hands and knees on the cold, hard floor. She followed behind you, crawling awkwardly, her ass still red and throbbing from the brutal spanking. Tears and drool dripped from her chin as she struggled to keep up with your long strides, the leash pulling taut and forcing her to stumble forward.

You led her out of the room and down the hallway, passing by the one-way mirror where Ryujin and Yeji remained bound and helpless, their bodies still bouncing and jerking as the dildos violated them without mercy. Lia dared a glance up at the glass, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of her friends' debauchery.

Finally, you reached your private chambers. You opened the door, revealing a spacious room filled with all manner of BDSM toys and furniture. Lia's eyes widened in fear as she took in the sight of the spanking bench, the various whips and toys hanging on the walls.

You dragged Lia by the leash into the room, the cold metal of the collar digging into her tender throat with each stumbling step. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the vulgar sights before her - the towering cage in the corner, the ominous-looking restraints bolted to the walls, the various toys and implements of torture scattered across every surface.

You brought her to a halt in the center of the room and released her leash, giving it a sharp tug to make her stumble and fall to her knees before you. You loomed over her crouched form, looking down at the broken girl with a mix of disdain and dark satisfaction.

"On your feet, slut," you barked, grabbing her arm and hauling her up none too gently. Lia yelped in pain as her bruised knees and sore muscles protested the sudden movement. "Get in the cage," you ordered, pointing to the dog cage in the corner.

Lia hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defiance sparking in her tear-filled eyes. But one look at your stern, impatient face quickly extinguished any thoughts of disobedience. With shaking hands, Lia crawled into the cage, curling up in a tight ball in the confined space.

You grinned wickedly as you slammed the cage door shut, the lock clicking into place with a harsh finality. You could see the humiliation and degradation etched into every line of Lia's body as she huddled there, reduced to a mere pet to be caged and contained.

"There now," you purred, circling the cage and admiring your new acquisition. "Isn't that so much better than that chair? So much more…suiting for a filthy little whore like you."

You reached into the cage, gripping Lia's chin and forcing her to look up at you. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at you with a mix of fear and reluctant acceptance. "Thank you for locking this worthless slut in your cage, Master," she whimpered out, her voice broken and defeated. "This worthless slut loves being your prisoner, Master."

Hearing that, you turn, throwing a towel over the cage, further isolating Lia, before turning to your bed, face falling into your hands. This was too much, as memories of your previous self rushed to the surface, and now you had given it too much time outside. No, this couldn't be. This was just for the mission. It'll be okay soon

[glassmermaids]

you can't look at tashi whenever the two of you are intimate; she's just too pretty (nsfw)

like right now, as she lay on her stomach, hands gripping the fat of your thighs as her mouth went to work on your eager pussy. you can feel her everywhere at once and it drives you insane. the grip she has on your thighs has you hissing in pleasurable pain every time you try to get away from the overwhelming feeling and it tightens, pulling you impossibly closer to her mouth. the feeling of her hair in your hands as you grasp onto anything to keep you tethered to solid ground, silky strands slipping through the gaps between your fingers and framing her devastatingly beautiful face. and of course the feeling of her mouth on you, tongue licking up any trace of arousal before she's gently sucking your swollen clit into her mouth.

you know, without a doubt, that she looks beautiful right now, between your thighs, as she steadily guides you to another mind-numbing orgasm. you also know she's looking at you, waiting for your eyes to meet hers so that she can finally push you over the edge you've been teetering on forever now. yet you can't do it, you can't open your eyes and look down because you know the sight alone will leave you breathless, and this'll all be over way sooner than you'd like.

you still feel her pull away from you though, hand leaving your thigh to intertwine with your free hand that had the bedsheets beneath you in a death grip. she coos at you softly, sweetly urging you to open your eyes and you can't find it in you to disobey her so you do just that, finally willing yourself to look down at the girl perched between your spread thighs.

and when your eyes meet hers, you swear you can see them light up, a small smile stretching across her glossed lips at your compliance. the sight of her alone has you clenching around nothing, the knot in your stomach pulling more and more taut as you watched the way the bottom half of her face glistened with traces of you. the way the loose tresses of hair stuck to her cheeks, baby hairs matted to her forehead from sweat and the way her dark eyes stared at you half-lidded as if the holy grail was right between your legs. "keep your eyes on me, okay?" she says, and you nod without hesitation, yet when you see her head lowering once again, you have to stop yourself from throwing your head back onto the pillow beneath you.

she's licking a slow path up the expanse of your cunt, eyes unmoving from yours and so intense it makes you shudder with a punched outmoan. when her mouth finally meets your clit once again, eyes crinkled in amusement at your blissed out face, you feel the floodgates finally burst, white spots in your vision as your hand tightens its grip on her hair, just to feel her moan against your pussy. your hips buck wildly into her face, drawing out your orgasm for as long as you can and she takes everything you give her, not stopping until she feels your grip in her hair loosen and hears the way your head finally plops down on the pillow. you're beyond fucked out, breathless and drifting on cloud nine, and don't have to look at her to know she's sporting a smug smile.

[astorkes]

she might've dyed it black but the pink is still showing💘

[slayerdurge]

i finally tried out the "lose to orin" path line and i was excited to see if gortash has any unique dialogue about it (considering he has unique dialogue for becoming bhaal's chosen again & for resisting bhaal) but apparently durge can't even tell gortash that she lost to orin 😂 which i mean i guess it kinda makes sense because you probably wouldn't want him to know that if you're trying to ally with him but you'd think you'd still have the option to click it even if he just reacts by attacking you 🤣

[mydearzero]

Bribes | Stiles Stilinski x Reader

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You get paired with Stiles to write a paper for Coach's class. But when had Stilinski grown into his awkward features? When had he grown out his buzzcut? Why was he suddenly so insanely fuckable?

Contents: NO Y/N, afab!Reader, smut, Stiles is a bit cocky lmao, fucking in the jeep, reader is related to Coach (wether adopted or not doesn't matter), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, clumsy sex, playful banter, oral sex (v receiving), casual sex, coming inside, mentions of birth control, making out if I missed any warnings please let me know!

3.5K words

Had to get Stiles out of (pls into plEASE) my system SOMEHOW, so here you go. This one is dedicated to @uglypastels for indulging my obsession and continuously sending me Dylan O'Brien thirst edits <3 <3

“Just so you’re aware, this paper is as high on my list of priorities as the Pope is in Amsterdam,” Stiles dropped his binder on the table, startling you out of your daydream. He was exactly 4 minutes late, not that you were counting. It was still impressive, seeing as he just came from practice. 

“Believe me, I, too, would rather be hanging around with Isaac Lahey, yet we’re both here. Let’s just get it over with.” Stiles snorted a laugh, but didn’t comment.

You didn’t not get along with Stilinski. You weren’t sure if you could be called friends, exactly. You’d known each other pretty much all your lives, just like the majority of your school. Beacon Hills wasn’t exactly a metropolis. 

You sighed and laid out your notes, Stiles following your example. You raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. “Those are your notes?” 

There were only doodles, random calculations and sporadic keywords scribbled on the loose piece of crumpled paper he straightened out next to your notebook. 

“I’m surprised, too. There’s actual words. I don’t usually get that far.” The smirk on his face could only be described as smug. You groaned. This was going to take forever. You divided the topics for the paper amongst yourselves and silently got to work. The ‘silently’ part didn't last long, however. It never did with Stiles.

“Are you still living with your uncle?” He questioned suddenly. You frowned at the question, confused, but nodded either way. 

“So can’t you just, I don’t know, cook him dinner and have him give us a good grade?” The gleam in his eyes nearly made you laugh. Nearly. Instead, you flicked him on the side of the head. He whined something about unnecessary violence, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“I’m not bribing my uncle just so you can slack off, Stiles. Besides, I’m never really sure if he even likes me,” you wondered out loud. 

“You and me, both…” Stiles grumbled. 

You glanced at Stiles as he scribbled furiously, seeming to finally get some of his research done. His knees wiggled excessively as he wrote about the economic effects of pandemics. You wrote down a few key parts of the paragraphs in your book before turning to your laptop and beginning the outline of the paper. Stiles hummed quietly as he read the entry he’d just written, tapping his pen furiously against the table. 

“Can you stop that?” You requested, his incessant movement distracting you more than his general being already did. He glanced up, an amused expression on his face. 

“What,” he tapped his pencil faster. “This?” You contained the urge to roll your eyes and stared at him blankly. He stopped the movement for perhaps one whole minute before picking it back up again. 

You only glanced up pointedly this time. He added a jiggle of his knees in challenge. You rose from your chair, leaned over and snatched the pen out of his hand, throwing it across the library. “Fetch.” 

Stiles gaped up at you in surprise. The timing of it was very unfortunate, but you’d never really noticed how Stilinski had grown into his awkward features. Something must’ve shown on your face, because Stiles now looked just as confused, perhaps intrigued, as you felt. While you’d been confident in throwing his pen across the room in annoyance, having him look up at you like that made it so you weren’t sure if you wanted him to get up. You cleared your throat and sat back in your chair. 

“Unbelievable…” Stiles muttered under his breath as he got up to get the pen. It gave you time to recompose. You didn’t look at him as he sat back down, but felt his eyes burn a hole through the side of your head. 

An unfamiliar tension hung in the air while you worked in silence. You snuck glances at Stiles, who was finally focussed on his writing once more. His hair was longer, still messy and unstyled from practice. The grey workout gear perfectly accentuated his broadened shoulders. He bit his lip after reading a complex entry, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on your own, or on your neck while your hands tugged on his now perfectly tuggable locks. 

A few times his eyes met yours. You’d quickly dart them back to your notebook, pretending you hadn’t been looking, knowing damn well he’d seen.  

Oh my god. Get. it. together.

“Did you finish?” You dared ask after a while, having completed your own part. All you had to do was put your parts together, wrap it up and finish. 

“I’ll give it to you, but you have to give something to me first,” Stiles spoke in a challenging tone. For a split second back there you’d wondered how he was still single after all this time, but now you were reminded. He was insufferable. 

“What could you possibly want from me, Stiles? Just give me your damn part.” 

“A kiss.” 

“What? No!” You sputtered. Stiles’ tongue poked the inside of his cheek cockily as he raised an eyebrow, pointing to his lips. 

“Guess you’ll have some explaining to do to your uncle why you’re only handing in half an assignment, then.” 

“This is coercion, Stilinski! Should I call your dad?” You crossed your arms, refusing to look him in the eye. The librarian shushed you loudly. You could feel heat rush to your face, but didn’t relent. Asshole. 

Stiles leaned closer, running a finger over the side of your face. Your heartbeat increased what seemed about tenfold.

“It’s not coercion if you want me to.” His breath hit your neck as he spoke, sending goosebumps down your arms. “And I’m getting the feeling you really want me to.” 

You jerked away from his reach, coming to your senses. You gathered your things into your bag, mumbling something about your GPA being fine, anyway. You stomped away from the table, heart racing. You were mad, not because he was suggesting something you didn’t want, rather that he’d clocked exactly what you wanted so easily. 

Concerned Stiles would follow you out of the library, you hid behind a few bookshelves in a section nobody usually visited. You caught your breath, placing your palm on your chest. You dropped your bag on the floor, turning to peek around the bookshelf to see if Stiles was still stationed at the table. Relieved, you saw he’d indeed decided to follow you out of the library.

You turned back to grab your bag and head out, but were met with Stiles’ face mere inches from your own. You were startled, but he grabbed your waist before you could fall over. His hold was strong. Your hands instinctively went up to his chest, steadying yourself. Had he always been this tall? 

One of his hands wandered slightly lower, rubbing small circles on your lower back. Your eyes met his, which were just shining with mischief and an underlying sense of self-satisfaction. His tongue darted out, licking his lower lip. 

“Can I be frank? You’re incredibly annoying,” you stated, slinging your arms around his neck, finally giving in. 

“You can be whoever you want as long as I get to kiss you, Frank,” Stiles laughed. You groaned but pulled him close either way. 

“Shut up.” 

Stiles obliged and put his mouth to yours aggressively, tugging your body against his. One of his hands wandered up, cupping the back of your head to bring it closer. You tugged at the small locks at the back of his neck, eliciting a sighed moan from Stiles. 

“You’re so hot,” he confessed when you broke apart for a second. He turned you so you were pushed with your back against the bookcase, a few books falling to the floor. Neither of you cared as your kiss continued, deepening by the second. His hands held your hips as he started grinding against you, sweats low on his hips. His mouth made its way down your jaw, moving to suck hasty kisses on your neck. 

“Stiles…” you sighed blissfully. Heat gathered in your stomach at the soft, breathy noises coming from his lips combined with the sound of them against your skin. He put his knee between your thighs.

“Knew you wanted this as much as I did, fuck,” Stiles groaned. The pressure from his knee was delicious, but not enough. It was almost as if he could read your mind as he slid his hand into your bottoms, working your underwear out of the way somewhat clumsily. 

“God… so wet for me,” he moaned. You could only reply with breathy whimpers, trying to make as little noise as possible. Stiles shushed you, placing his unoccupied hand over your mouth as the other started rubbing small circles over your clit. You closed your eyes and let your head fall against the bookcase. Your knees went weak at the sensation, not much holding you up besides Stiles. 

He slipped his hand out of your underwear, bringing a finger up to his mouth. He casually licked it clean. He hooked his thumbs into your bottoms, seeking eye contact and asking for non-verbal permission to tug them down. You bit your lip and nodded enthusiastically. When your underwear hit the floor, so did Stiles’ knees. Your eyes darted around your environment, but the school was nearly empty at this time, especially the library. 

You had to slap your hand over your mouth when Stiles made contact with your clit, his tongue tentatively licking between your folds. Your breathing was laboured, chest heaving as Stiles took his time exploring. Your bottom lip found itself between your teeth, holding in your moans. Your hands shot to Stiles’ hair. Perfectly tuggable, indeed. 

He groaned when you gave an exceptionally sharp tug, taking the time to look you in the eyes. The vibrations of his lowered voice felt good. You had seemingly no control over your hands, fingers tightening their grip the closer you got to the edge.��

“Shit, baby… So good for me. Gotta stay quiet…” Stiles mumbled. A small, high pitched keen left your lips. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to keep the silence up. You looked down once more and saw Stiles palming himself over his sweats as he continued eating you out, rhythmically grinding his hips in time with his mouth. 

The sound of a bag zipper closing got your attention. You smacked Stiles’ shoulder to stop, wanting to whine in frustration at just how close you’d been. Stiles paid you no mind, lost in giving you pleasure. You put both your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, careful not to tip him over. It was only then Stiles noticed the noise of someone packing up to leave. He scrambled to stand up, trying to help you get redressed. 

“I got it, I got it,” you hissed quietly. 

“Who’s there? You can’t be here anymore! Library’s about to close!” It was the librarian who’d shushed you earlier. You grabbed your bag in a hurry. 

“Would you still rather be hanging out with Isaac?” Stiles asked jokingly, wiping his chin. You whacked his arm, storming past him to the doors. He followed quickly, arm wandering over your shoulders as you walked out of the now deserted school. You didn’t speak as Stiles led you over to the Jeep, insisting on driving you home, at least. 

You sat in the passenger seat as Stiles ran around to the drivers’ side. You wiped your hands on your thighs, huffing a frustrated breath. You hadn’t even finished the paper, and now you got cock-blocked on top of it. So not worth it. You turned to Stiles as he put the keys in the ignition. He’d never looked hotter than that very second, lips bruised, hair tousled and still pent up, besides maybe when he looked up at you with his face buried between your legs. Okay so maybe a little worth it. 

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m gonna pull over and we’re gonna have sex in the back seat like right now,” Stiles joked. Or at least, you assumed it was a joke. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, threat or invitation?” 

“Option D? All of the above? I mean, D is definitely an option.”

“Pull over and we’ll see how much of an option it is.” 

Stiles didn’t need to be told twice, pulling over in a small clearing as soon as he saw the opportunity. He took off his seatbelt, scrambling to get out of the car. He opened the door for you, closing it and letting you in the back seat. You laid back across the seats and manoeuvred your top off, throwing it at Stiles. He caught it, quickly discarding it somewhere in the car. He shimmied his pants down his legs, not bothering to take off his shoes. You did the same, leaving you in your underwear. Stiles stopped to take a proper look. 

“You’re gonna kill me. You’ve already killed me and this is my pre-hell Heaven trailer of what could’ve been. God iwantyousobad.” You pulled him on top of you as you laughed. 

“Less talking, more fucking, yes?” 

“Yes, I agree. Wholeheartedly,” Stiles nodded furiously, tugging his shirt over his head with only one hand. Hot. He finally closed the car door behind him before he could forget. 

“I’m going to assume you don’t just casually keep condoms in your car?” You questioned. Stiles closed his eyes and tightened his lips in frustration, mentally scolding himself. He finally had you in his Jeep, half-naked, ready to fuck, and he didn’t have a freaking condom??? He finally shook his head no, sighing and pulling away from you slowly. 

You leaned up on your elbows and whispered in his ear. “Hmmm… Guess you’re just gonna have to come inside of me… Wouldn’t want to make a mess of the car…” 

Stiles pounced at that, kissing you like his life depended on it. He tugged your underwear back down your legs, now very familiar with your pelvic region. He struggled to undo your bra, cursing under his breath. You laughed and lended a hand, undoing it and slipping it off your shoulders. 

“Holy shit,” Stiles groaned. “Promise me to thank Coach for pairing us up.” 

“You did not just mention my uncle as a reaction to seeing me naked,” you complained. 

“I did. Not sorry. He did me a favour.” 

You ignored the comment and decided to kiss him to shut him back up. Him and his mouth… God his mouth. You were still pent up from the library, and if he didn’t fuck you soon you were pretty sure you’d go crazy. 

“Stiles, want you,” you whined impatiently. He was too busy paying attention to your nipples, taking one between his teeth as he made eye contact. “Shit,” you gasped.

Your hands wandered down his torso, stopping at the hem of his boxers. You tugged them down, setting his very hard cock free from its confinement. The tip was red, dribbling with pre-cum. He was obviously just as pent up as you felt. You gave him a few experimental tugs with your hand before lining him up with your entrance. 

Stiles took over, taking his time to slowly push inside you. You put your hands on his shoulders, holding your breath at the stretch. He was so much bigger than you’d expected. You both moaned when he bottomed out. You felt so full, it was insane. You dug your nails into his shoulders and gave him a nod, indicating he could move. 

He set a slow pace, testing the waters. He was enthralled by the jiggle of your tits with every movement. Typical. His hands moved up to hold them, almost as leverage, as he picked up his pace. 

“Fuck, so good,” Stiles moaned. You were about to move a hand down to touch yourself, but Stiles stopped you. 

“Let me make you feel good, let me make you come.” He put one hand on your shoulder to steady himself and brought the other down to where you were joined. He continued to thrust, putting his fingers on your clit. It took him a second, but he found a rhythm where he could thrust and stroke at the same time. 

“Oh my god, Stiles!” You moaned, the added sensation feeling amazing. The sound of his hips slapping against yours was filthy to say the least. You moved to hold onto something above your head as Stiles sped up. Your hands soon found the little ledge, and you gripped it to the best of your ability. 

Stiles bent down to kiss you, pace still unrelenting. The new angle of him bent forward sent his cock exactly where you needed it. 

“Shit, oh my god.” It was all the confirmation Stiles needed to keep it up. 

“So pretty, so tight around my cock. Such pretty tits. You feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips. 

The pace of his hips became more erratic, both of you nearing the edge. Your knuckles turned white with how tight you were gripping the car door. 

“Gonna come inside you,” Stiles moaned. “Fill you up so nice.” 

“Yes, Stiles, please!”  

“Fuck, so good, so good for me,” Stiles was becoming more talkative and less coherent as he lost himself in the pleasure. He was mouthing at your jawline, sucking another hickey where there were already plenty. 

“Fuck, Stiles, gonna come,” you whined. You could feel his smile against your neck. Smug idiot. He then started rubbing your clit exactly the way you liked it. Combined with him hitting that spot inside you over and over and over again, you were seeing stars. 

“Don’t stop, please,” another moan left your lips. 

“Come for me. Come on my cock. So pretty, so good,” Stiles blabbered. 

“Fuck! Stiles!” You keened, tightening around his dick as you came. He kissed you again as his hips stuttered, thrusting a few more times before painting your walls with his cum. His head fell on your chest as you both caught your breath.

When his breathing had slowed, he groaned before lifting himself off you, chuckling as he pecked both your nipples, then your lips before looking for something to clean you with. He settled on the shirt of his lacrosse uniform. 

“Ugh, gross,” you mumbled as he wiped you clean. Stiles shrugged. “It was going into the wash, anyway.” 

Stiles put his underwear and sweats back on, opening the door and getting out so you could have the space to redress yourself. When you reached under the seat for your bra, you pulled out a baseball bat. “Why do you have a baseball bat in your car?” 

“No… Particular reason. Safety. Lots of dangerous animals… out there.” 

“So you settled on a bat?” You wondered, holding the object. Stiles nodded, not meeting your eyes, his locked on your still naked chest. You threw the bat at him and laughed, reaching under the seat again and this time pulling out your bra. 

When you were finally dressed, you got back in the passenger seat so Stiles could drive you home. It wasn’t a long drive, as you’d already been halfway there before pulling over. He drove up the driveway, and you cringed on the inside, hoping your uncle wouldn’t see who dropped you off. You took your bag and got out of the car, walking around to the drivers’ side where Stiles was already leaning out the window. 

You looked at him and gave him a small smile. You leaned forward to give him a kiss goodbye. “You better email me your part of the paper tonight, Stilinski.” 

“You bet, babe,” he winked and gave you a salute, watching as you laughed and turned to walk inside the house. 

You closed the door and took off your shoes, hanging your coat and leaving your bag by the door. “I’m home!” 

Coach took one look at your appearance and frowned. Right… maybe you should’ve straightened yourself out before walking into the living room. Disheveled hair, hickeys on your neck, it wasn’t exactly rocket science as to why you were home later than usual. 

“If you’re gonna be having boys over, do it when I’m not around, please? I have enough of them to deal with at practice and in class. And at least have the decency to tell an uncle who he’s dealing with.” 

You cringed as the Jeep’s headlights very obviously flashed through the window at that very second, Stiles driving home. It was anything but unrecognizable. 

“Stilinski!? You’re sleeping with STILINSKI?! God, kill me now. If I’m now expected to have him over for Christmas dinner you better throw me off a bridge. And you BETTER use protection because I’m NOT gonna have Mini-linski’s running around.” 

[tokoyamisstuff]

Second Chance At Love Pt. 3

Variant! Invincible x gn! Reader

Warnings: angst, blood, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, not proofread A/N: don't worry, this is not over yet! and sorry to all the og Mark fans lmao

[A few minutes earlier, Pentagon Medical Ward]

"So you left my friend alone with this freak the whole time?!"

Cecil's thumb was hesitating on the trigger for the high-frequency device, not wanting to stain his relationship with the original Mark any further - but after witnessing what his variants were capable of, he's certainly not taking any chances.

"Calm. Down." he urges the young Viltrumite while trying to remain amenable at the same time. "We needed to take care of the active threats beforehand, and also...he seemed quite fond of your friend." That last part he regretted immediately after saying it aloud.

"You can't be serious!" Mark now screamed, dramatically throwing his hands in the air, thus making all nearby agents cower in fear. "It was you who told me that one of those psychos tried to lure my mom out to kill her! What else do you think this is? He made my friend believe he's me, to play some sort of wicked game!"

All that had happened those past few days...the death and destruction...Mark blamed himself for all of it, because at the bottom line everything was inevitably caused by his own lack of resolve.

And there he was, hiding away at Eve's sickbed like a stubborn child, cowardly refusing to take responsibility as earth's last hope, while others were risking their lives to correct his errors, hell, while his brother and mom were still out there!

Once again he let everyone down.

But Mark won't let any more people he cares about suffer because of his own shortcomings. This time he won't hold back...

...he'll kill this variant and make him pay for what he's done.

Picking up his mask from the counter, he bids his still comatose girlfriend one last look, very well aware how disappointed she'd be at his latest decisions. She'd want him to go. So he mutters a silent apology before rushing into the hallway, with Cecil following closely behind.

"Teleport me to them. And you better send as many backup reanimen as you can."

[Current time]

"Careful Mark. If our observations are correct, this one is way stronger than the others." The hero huffs in annoyance upon hearing Cecil's voice from his earpiece, watching his other self come out of the debris with not a hair out of place.

Well, most of the variants probably never faced any real threat or even slight disadvantage in their lives. There was simply no reason for them to train properly, since the powergap between Viltrumites and any other species was just so ridiculously high.

This version of Mark however spent his entire life preparing his vengeance on Omni-man for taking the one and only thing he truly cared about...

...and his hard work seemed to bear fruit, since a single counterattack of his was painful enough to temporarily stun the original. He seized the opportunity to pin his opponent down, landing one severe blow after another until both of them were completely covered in the original Mark's blood.

"NO!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, having thrown yourself onto the variant's back as you - brave yet very foolishly - tried to to get those two behemoths away from each other. And in the end, your struggle and pleas actually made the variant stop in his tracks. "Please...don't kill him."

For a split second you see the look of heartbreak and betrayal in the man's face, since seeing you still care so much for the original erased all hope he had started to harbor.

Your world's Mark has everything he ever wanted, and he doesn't even understand how lucky he is.

This is so fucking unfair, it's driving him insane.

The Viltrumite raises his bloodied knuckles to his temples, his jealousy spiraling into a violent, irrational urge to tear the original apart and take his place.

And yet he tries to keep it together for your sake as he couldn't bear to cause you any more sorrow. He glares you down with so much malice "That was self-defense" he scoffed through strained breaths, desperately trying to prevent himself from having a mental breakdown. "I wasn't actually going to-"

Now it was the original Mark's chance to turn the battle around, grabbing the variant by the throat as he crushed him against a mountain not far from the hill you were on.

While your former friend was completely disregarding you, rationality overthrown by his wrath, the other Invincible's eyes were practically glued to you in concern for your safety. At first he was holding back, letting the attacker use him as a punching bag in hopes it'd calm him down...

...but when he recognized the capsules transporting reanimen falling from the sky, he pounced on you with no forethought, shielding you from the impact with his own body.

"Shit, are you oka-" Another time he was torn away from you, with Mark yelling at him to keep his filthy hands off of you. And yet with every move, no matter what, the other Mark did a way better job to prevent any harm than the one who came to 'save' you from that very same man.

"Dude, that's exactly why we cannot fight here!" the variant reprimanded his counterpart while severing the head and limbs from several cyborgs. "Think about your partner's safety! We both only want what's best for them, right?"

"Huh?" The original Mark gave a puzzled look at that statement, the word 'partner' obviously made him think of Eve, but his eyes briefly flickered towards you. "What's that supposed to mea- ah, whatever."

In any other context you would've probably been so embarassed that you wished for the earth to swallow you whole - but this is neither about you, nor was it the time for this kind of talk. And luckily, Mark didn't overthink the variant's words but focused on the truth in them instead, swiftly throwing you over his shoulder to bring you away, so that they could continue their battle without endangering you.

"Let. Me. Go!" You repeatedly punch against Mark's back, horrified to see your newfound friend down below trying to stand his ground against the reanimen. "Tell them to stop! None of this is necessary!"

"Hey, it's me!" Mark tries to soothe you, convinced that you're just overwhelmed by today's events. "The real me, okay? Stop being so irrational!"

"Yeah, I know that, you blockhead!" you blurt out in anger, "And you're one to talk! You let your emotions dictate your actions, as always! I thought Invincible spares the bad guys and tries to talk it out?"

"...not anymore. We all saw today how that way of dealing with villains turns out." Letting you down so far away that you can't even see how the variant is holding up anymore, Mark is about to leave and finish the job when you manage to get a hold of his wrist. "Wait. Listen to me, that Mark is not entirely evil!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" So not only did you know it was a variant, but now you're also defending him?! "The trauma messed with your head or something. Let Cecil's people pick you up and check on you."

"Seriously, Mark." He finally turned around to take a proper look at you, grinding his teeth as he recognized that naive, caring attitude of yours that always had a positive influence on him in the past. It made his heart swell with both admiration and envy...

...because why the hell were you advocating for a malicious version of himself, especially after throwing away your friendship over something he had no control over?!

"You know this guy one fucking day and suddenly you're on his side?" the hurt in his voice was so tremendous, you felt as if the guilt of it swallowed you whole. "You were supposed to be my friend, and he's the one who participated in making mine and many other's lives a living hell! So why?!"

"...it would be a waste to kill off a potential ally of this strenght, would it not?" Your reasoning got accentuated by the sound of metal and flesh clashing in the background, and you secretly hoped the variant was doing okay. "Maybe he can be rehabilitated."

"God, you sound like Cecil...but even he draws a line at some point. This guy is irredeemable!" Mark ran a hand through his hair, pacing around in circles to clear his head - and yet it was like your role in all this was the one drop that made the pot boil over. "He needs to be stopped! You've seen it yourself, he leveled several cities to the ground and killed a great amount of heroes! Shit, he's caused millions of deaths, do you have any idea what that means?!"

There was nothing to add to this. He was right, about absolutely everything. And yet...

"He-he needed to fullfill his part of the bargain, or Angstrom would've-" A loud bang echoed through the air as Mark's fists met the ground in frustration, effectively cutting you off. "Fuck, do you even hear yourself?! He always had a choice to join the fight on the right side instead of wasting his time chasing after yo-" There was a gleam of epiphany in his eyes that made you a little anxious whether he had picked up on the hints.

"Look, I'm not trying to justify his actions." You pry one of Mark's fists open, intertwining your fingers with his. "But we need him..."

"...we, or you?" That question caught you off guard, but when you wanted to stumble away but Mark pulled you right back. "What he talked about earlier...are we a couple in that other dimension?"

Sometimes you tend to forget that he isn't as dull as he comes across. Damn it.

"I-I-I....it's more complicated than that. I...died in his world." You shouldn't even be arguing about something so pointless right now, and you also don't want to burden him any further, but he keeps prying.

"So what, you want to become the moral support of a mass murderer?" Worded like this it does sound pretty awful. "I know you cut me out of your life, but I still care about you. No way I'm gonna let that happen. It's too dangerous."

Those feelings you harbored over the past decade were like a chain weighting heavy around your heart - but instead of communicating like an adult, you dwelled in self-pity and pushed your friend away. And as crazy as it sounds, over time you convinced yourself there's no way out of this, nothing else awaiting you...

...that was until you met the other Mark, however.

No better timing to free yourself than now, you thought, but Mark connected the dots faster than you were able to confess. "...why did you never say anything?"

"Oh c'mon, you've been doting on Eve since highschool." Mark was not the person to back out of a friendship like this, even if though he didn't reciprocate. If you had told him he'd certainly would've found a way to make this work, since he didn't want to lose you. And yet you didn't want to give the two of you the chance to overcome this, rather choosing to hurt him before you get hurt.

What a stupid, selfish teenager you were back then...

"Now it all makes sense" he speaks to himself, shyly glancing over to you again as he covers his blushing cheeks with his hands. "Fuck, I'm such an idiot..."

"Nonsense, I'm the ass for ruining our friendship over a silly crush." That was the understatement of the year - you were head over heels for this man.

He seems almost melancholic thinking back to all the moments he should've noticed what's going on. All this time wasted going no-contact when you could've worked things out instead...but it takes two to do that, and he's certainly not the one to blame.

Turning his head towards the noise of the ongoing fight, he shakes his head in disbelief. "This is so fucked up..."

"Tell me about it" you chuckle, playfully poking his side in an attempt to lighten the mood, and both of you give each other an appreciative smile. "But we shouldn't make rushed decisions in our current state, right?"

Mark lets out a shuddered sigh, realizing just what kind of hole your absence has tore in his life. But you'll manage to get back to how things were between you. This was a ray of hope cutting through the storm he's been caught into, ever since becoming a superhero.

"God, you have no idea how much I've missed you..."

There's no more time to waste, everything else has to wait until much later. Mark brings you back with him, a safe distance away from where the variant was still battling reanimen that just kept coming. Upon seeing Invincible he raises his guard again, but much to his surprise he's not attacked again, quite the opposite.

"Cecil, stop them!" your Mark exclaims into the comm as he jumps in between the crowd of cyborgs, giving a quick nod of acknowledgement to his other self. "He won't resist if we take him prisoner, right?"

"Sure..." the variant murmured, raising a brow in confusion. But indeed, the mechanical soldiers stop and he gets immobilized by Mark without fighting back. He looks up to you as if seeking your approval, and you quickly rush to their side, scolding Mark for being so harsh with his precautions.

"Are you hurt?" you whisper as the GDA agents transport you back to the Pentagon by helicopter, only the real Mark having flown ahead. You however refused to leave the variant's side, even though you've been strongly advised to go home, at least until the situation was less intense.

"This is nothing..." The Viltrumite huffs in amusement that you were worried about him of all people. He looks down to the shackles around his arms and legs that could never actually hold him, daring to crack a smile which you gladly mirrored. "But thanks that you stood up for me...even though I still don't understand why."

"Because I believe in you, so you better not disappoint me!" you chant, whearing a quiet whimper escape his throat when you put a reassuring hand on his knee. "Everything is gonna be alright, I'm sure of it. We're gonna figure it out...together, okay?"

A few hours later and you were still waiting in a hallway of the GDA, the feeling of suspense only worsened by all the pitying and disgusted looks some of the agents were shooting you. It was understandable, of course, since they probably saw you throwing yourself at the enemy live and in HD.

"I couldn't care less about whatever you two got going on" Cecil explains with his usual stoic manner, "but he refuses to talk and we don't have time for this."

You knew the opportunistic geeze was at least partly bluffing - he's most likely already planning on how to utilize Invincible's affection for you to control him.

Upon entering the prison cell you gasped at the gigantic apparatus containing him, all of his limbs encoated by a metal you didn't recognize in order to keep him from making any move. Honestly, it felt like no matter what they tried, he was only here because he wanted to be. If you told him to break out right now he'd most likely wreck this place in one milisecond.

The variant's defeated features brighten as he recognizes who was paying him a visit, but the initial excitement was soon pushed back by his newfound guilty conscience. He didn't expect to ever see you again, let alone you voluntarily entering the lion's den.

"I'll accept whatever punishment you deem necessary" he rasps, greatly worried at the possibility of them using you against your will. "Just leave them out of this."

Cecil nudged the bridge of his nose, groaning exaggeratedly. It sure isn't easy making objective decisions when you're that emotionally involved with the Grayson family - although he'd never admit the soft spot he had for them.

Not to mention, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to get his hands on one of the two literal strongest men on the planet.

"Well for starters you'll help with rescue and rebuidling" he ultimatively decides, talking to the young man like one would scold an unruly child. "Consider this your last chance. And don't you dare taking a break until this whole planet has recovered from the aftermath of your crimes. I don't want to see you eating, sleeping or even breathing without any supervision. Got it?!"

"Yes, Sir..."

A single gesture of his hand enough to make his underlings free the Viltrumite from his confinements. "Give him a new costume so he doesn't scare the survivors...and insert an ultrasonic implant, just to be sure."

Mark rubbed his sore wrists, baffled with this decision. He had expected nothing less than torture, that they'd experiment until they'd find a way to execute him...but this? Ridiculous. Hardly a punishment.

Not that he's complaining, though.

At long last, you were facing each other again, those brief hours of separation feeling like an eternity apart. Crazy to think you barely even know this man - well, the fact that he was so much like the original Mark may have messed with your perception of time...

...or you were simply going crazy as well, who knows. Anyways, it did not feel wrong. If anything you've never been this happy in years.

The Viltrumite seems conflicted, his muscles occasionally twitching out of the desire to be close to you, to touch and hold you and never let go again. But then he detects the tears of relief in your eyes, misinterpreting them negatively and backing off even further.

Right...he doesn't deserve to be anywhere near you.

"You didn't need to...you shouldn't be here." He faces the ground in shame, blinking back tears of his own as he speaks. "Not after what I did."

"Damn it, Mark..." you half-yell, half-whine as you run straight towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso as if to press all of his broken parts back together. "Just...shut up. I'm capable of making my own decisions, whether you like them or not."

What a strange one you were. He wasn't even sure if his dimension's version of you had been that amazing of a person.

"Can't argue with that..." His hands tentatively finding purchase on your sides, and you instantly feel him melt at the feel of your body against his. "But it seems like we won't be able to meet each other for a while..."

"I can wait..." you shrug, beaming up at him with an almost playful tone. "...as long as you promise to take me on another date, would you? Without robots and death-matching yourself next time, if possible."

Mark smiled.

He did so many times ever since you met of course, but it always seemed like he was mimicking genuine human interaction, as if he was forcing himself to put on a facade in order to make you comfortable.

But this one, right here, right now...it was real, and so, so beautiful.

Hopefully you see more of it in the future.

"Oh, I think after you've seen how far I'd go for you, it's safe to say I can't deny you any wish..."

[Next Part]

[bunnis-monsters]

Cat hybrid reader going through her first heat after taking heat suppresent pills all her life with werewolf husband(NSFW obv). This sounds kinda cute in my head.... I can't explain it.... Like getting married and then finally deciding that you want to let yourself go through a natural process which you were suppressing all your life.

Happy 5k! If this isn't something you'll write, I am sorry, please do not block me, I can't tell if this is following the rules or not.

Your husband held your hand as you started the morning without taking your heat suppressant pill for the first time.

You wanted to have kittens with him so badly, and he wanted to fuck you full of pups, so the two of you decided that it was beast for you to temporarily stop taking them so you could mate properly.

“You think it’ll be okay?” he asked, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

You frowned, leaning against him. “I’m not sure… it’ll take a few days for the suppressant to leave my system. I’ll find out then…”

And find out you did.

Your husband returned home after a long day of work, only for his cock to immediately strain against his pants when he picked up the smell of your heat. He could hear your desperate little mews from the bedroom, walking in to see you crying and begging for release.

You had never felt such an ache in your cunt, and had never really felt the urge to masturbate so you had no idea what to do. He watched you struggle to finger yourself and play with your clit, your pretty kitty tail rubbing against your fat, wet pussy.

“Poor baby, can’t even make herself cum…”

He fucked his fingers into you, making your back arch. “Mmph! P-please, need more!”

You panted, your body feeling like it was on fire. His fingers were a little help, but it was like throwing a bucket of water on a house fire.

You needed more.

“Shh, sweetheart. Gotta stretch you out, okay? Can you be my good girl and wait for me?”

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying his best to stretch you out as quickly as possible.

You nearly lost it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh, his lips moving to your fat pussy. He licked your clit, sucking on it as his fingers kept fucking into you.

After a few moments you cried out, cumming on his fingers and writhing on the bed. Orgasming while in heat was like nothing you’d ever felt before!

Your entire body spasmed as he pulled out his fingers from your aching pussy with a wet squelch. It took him a second to compose himself, watching your pussy ooze. There was a mess under your hips already, and your scent alone was driving him insane!

He already towered over you, but now he seemed to loom over your body like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

He rolled you onto your fat tummy, lifting your hips so he could properly mount you. By now, he was going off of pure instinct, ready to breed his fertile little mate.

“Mew…”

You let out a pathetic little meow as he sunk into you. The two of you had sex before, but now it was an entirely different experience.

The pleasure was multiplied tenfold, and he was so much more intense than he had been previously. “Wanna make puppies with you! W-wanna-!”

You buried your face into the pillow as he pounded your kitty cunt. His grip on your tail made you cry out, arching your back so he could reach you better.

Your hips and legs were easily lifted off the bed as he began using your fat pussy to get off, his mind fat gone. You didn’t mind, the feeling of him knotting you and filling your belly with cum over and over again was the only thing helping to calm the heat in your body.

The next day, your mate fussed over you, feeling terrible that he went overboard and lost control.

“I’m sorry, little one… your heat, it just-“

You butted your head against him affectionately, purring as he began to pet you.

“I think it’s what I needed… thank you for being with me for my first heat.”

“Of course… I’m your husband and mate, it’s my responsibility to take care of you.”

The two of you spent the morning cuddling in bed, soft purrs and loving mews filling the air.

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[kairoot]

── ࣪ ˖ ❛ 𝓜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝓥𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠．

‧₊˚ 𝓼𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: they do the voiceover for your makeup routine 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : enha x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff , crack 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : jokes, profanity, pet names, this was shorter than i intended, some of these are kind of inspired by some tiktoks i saw.

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) : pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

✿ member’s headcanons under the cut !!

⊹ 𝓁ℎ𝑠．

asking hee to do this was a piece of cake

he agreed to it immediately

he lovesssss watching you do your makeup

so when you asked him he was like, “well.. yes!”

gonna keep it real with you, he has absolutely no idea what ANYTHING is

he just knows the things that he buys for you and that’s it

flirty mcbirdy over here, he’s barely even watching the makeup, mostly watching you

“hi guys, today i’m doing my girlfriend’s makeup voiceover.” he says into the mic, the video starting with you priming your face as you’ve already did skincare prior to starting the video.

you were next to him while he narrated your routine, holding in your giggles as he began naming the products that you were using.

“okay so now she’s uhm.. damn she’s gorgeous..” he paused for a moment, watching you through the screen as you applied the first product of your base.

you nudged him, urging him to stay on topic as your face began to warm up.

“she’s applying, uh— the— the..” he thought for a moment, the product seemed familiar but he couldn’t think of the name.

it was foundation.

“and then she’s.. wiping it all over her face.” he mumbled, still not paying attention to what you were doing but admiring you instead.

“it’s blending, hee..” you whispered, not wanting the mic to pick up your voice.

expect the comments to go insane about hee’s little flirtatious comments.

⊹ 𝓅𝑗𝑠．

ngl, he’s a bit confused as to why you asked him to do this but he says yes anyway

why does this man actually know what the products are??

quite literally does the whole voiceover better than any beauty influencer you’ve ever seen..

compliments you throughout the video

he’s literally so polite

“hello everyone, today y/n has asked me to do her voiceover, so here i am!” he says excitedly, watching you apply the first product.

“so here, she’s putting some of the foundation in her t-zone.. she has really great skin.” he explains.

you’re sat next to him, shocked at how he’s able to understand the whole routine.

“after she blends, she goes in with her.. concealer, i think.” he was right again.

as you blend that out, jay begins talking about the product that you’re using.

“yes, i pay attention to my girl’s routine.” he says, knowing everyone’s gonna wonder how he could even know all of this. you bite back a smile, his comment making your heart warm.

now the whole internet wants a boyfriend like jay.

⊹ 𝓈𝑗𝑦．

he is very eager to do it. why? because he loves you and is so down bad for you

ummm he knows NOTHINGGG about makeup 😫

another flirty one

count how many times he says he wants to kiss you or compliments your lips challenge (jake is so weak for kisses, you cannot convince me otherwise)

he’s so giggly throughout the whole thing ??

he definitely gets flustered over your beauty, esp your bareface <3

he’s lowkey your hype man even though he has no idea what he’s talking abt

“hey guys, it’s jake! today i’m gonna give you all a tutorial for y/n’s everyday makeup.” he beamed confidently. he watched you start your routine, already giggling at the small things you do throughout the first 30 seconds.

“so she’s gonna start with, um..” his giggles cutting him off. “she’s starting with the putty stuff. it kind of looks like play-doh!”

“jake!” you nudge him a bit, rolling your eyes playfully.

“sorry, sorry!” he laughs. “now she’s putting on.. powder? wait, no, that’s definitely bronzer.”

“yeahh, apply that bronzer, babe!” he exclaimed.

it was powder foundation ??

“she looks so good already, wanna give her a kiss..” he said, watching you pat the product onto your skin.

⊹ 𝓅𝑠ℎ．

bro is so impatient

he can’t think of any of the name of the products that you’re using which frustrates him to the MAX

pls don’t laugh at him, he will sulk 😕

cracks jokes abt how long you take

“now she’s applying.. uhm, glitter?” he tilted his head, watching you apply highlighter to the inner corners of your eyes.

“highlighter, babe.” you corrected him, holding back your laughs.

“whatever it is, it’s very shiny. and she’s putting it on so do whatever she’s doing if you want this look.”

you snorted a bit, finding his impatience hilarious.

“watch as she puts on her favorite mascara that she made me buy her.. because she doesn’t care about my pockets or if i go broke.” he sighed.

you landed a playful smack to his shoulder, scoffing.

“anyways, she takes forever.” he huffed. “she told me she was gonna be ready in 10 minutes but 10 minutes turned into two hours, so i guess im gonna have to wait.”

please don’t ever ask him to do this again.

⊹ 𝓀𝑠𝑤．

like jay, he knows what everything is

he’s actually really excited to do this

he pays attention when you do your makeup and pays attention when he gets his makeup done so

he basically knows what everything is he just.. doesn’t know how to do it

he knows all of your favorite products

count how many times he calls you pretty challenge:

“look at how pretty she is!” he exclaims as you prime your face. “i did her skin care by the way.”

he watched as you applied your concealer, telling the viewers exactly what brand it was and what it did for your skin.

“i’m pretty sure this is her favorite product.”

“okay! next she’s gonna set with this one powder that she absolutely loves.” he giggled.

you chuckle at his excitement, not expecting him to like this as much as he did. you just knew people would want more of him narrating your routines and grwms.

“and now, she’s putting on her blush.. I love this part.” he said, mesmerized by you and your features.

“isn’t she so pretty?”

⊹ 𝓎𝑗𝑤．

he’s so confused

tbh he just yaps the whole time

you don’t know what he’s talking about, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about..

he just knows that he buys some of the stuff

he gives random facts throughout the video ??

“okay, so i’m not really sure of what she’s putting on her face right now..” he said, scratching his head slightly.

“did you guys know that dolphins name each other?”

“jungwon..?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking at him confusingly.

“oh, right! sorry, now she’s applying some.. nose.. stuff?”

you mentally face palmed at his attempt to name the products, which he ended up wrong every time.

“if it wasn’t already obvious, i know none of these things, i just get whatever she tells me to buy.” jungwon giggled, watching you apply your blush.

please DO NOT let him do this ever again 😭🙏🏽

⊹ 𝓃𝑟𝑘．

bro does NOT wanna be here

he doesn’t wanna do it at all 😭

but somehow you convince him (you told him you’d buy him robux)

he guesses everything

some of it he gets right somehow

gets so triggered when you laugh at him 😭

“um, okay, she’s applying concealer.. that’s concealer, right?” he looked over at you, as the video showed you applying the product.

you looked at him, giggling.

“why are you laughing? is that not concealer?” he asked again, becoming irritated.

“yes.. just keep going, ki.” you cover up your laughs.

he rolls his eyes playfully, “anyways, now she’s putting on some powder shit.. i don’t know.”

“and she’s.. beating it on her face..? why are you punching yourself?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you shake your head, sighing at his confusion.

✿

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[thebestsetter]

Thinking about Isagi Yoichi going absolutely insane when someone talks shit about you, his one and only girlfriend.

And I'm not saying insane as in "Don't talk about her like that!". I'm saying insane as in "Say her name again with that filthy mouth of yours and I swear I'll cut your fucking tongue off."

He can handle people badmouthing him. It's not that deep, really. He's a football player, so, like every other athlete, he has fans and haters all around the globe (more fans than haters, but anyways). So, he developed the hability to just tune off all the hateful comments. Badmouth him all you want, that ain't changing the fact that he's a sucessful all star player and you're not.

What he can't handle, though, is when someone tries to talk shit about his relationship with you, his favorite person in the whole world.

Sadly for the media, you're not a famous singer or model. Yoichi and you met when you were both still little kids, dreaming about monsters, princesses and the world cup trophy. In kindergarten, he thought you were a very great friend. He realized you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen when you were middle schoolers, and, by the time high school came, he had already learned to accept the fact that he was head over heels for you. And so, like a "straight out of a movie" kind of scene, he confessed his love for you all sweaty and smiling in front of the whole world after his winning goal at the Blue Lock XI against Japan U20 match two years ago.

So yeah, you and Isagi had a cute love story. Every video of you together had millions of views and thousands of "couple goals" comments, and people loved you (honestly, how could they not? You're amazing, he's not even sure how he managed to make you fall for his "football rizz" or something, but he's glad you did anyways).

Apparently, not everyone appreciated you as much as he thought.

"Isagi, one minute of your time, please!"

"Isagi, for french press right here!"

"Yoichi, answer my question!"

"Wow. One at a time, guys!" Isagi smiled nervously yet kindly, sitting in a chair in front of the mass of reporters from all across the world who came just to interview him.

Smiling again, Isagi pointed at one of the what seemed like thousands interviewers.

"The lady over there, with the Sae Itoshi shirt"

"Thank you for the opportunity" The room became silent. The woman, seemingly in her late twenties, smiled "I'm Maria, from Brazil's national TV press. I'd like to ask a question you about your relationship with (Name) (Surname)"

Smiling wide like a lovesick fool like he always did when someone mentioned you or your relationship, Yoichi urged the reporter to continue.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"It's a known fact that you and (Name) (Surname) have been in a relationship for a little over two years. And so, your fans are wondering: do you plan on getting married shortly?"

The silence in the room was papable. All the cameras and microphones turned to a now strawberry red Yoichi. But he wasn't embarassed because of all the attention he was getting or from the fact that the whole world was seeing this right now. He was used to this feeling of "pressure" already.

He was red because he knew you were watching this interview. He was the one who asked you to do so, after all.

"Uhm... well" he swallowed hard, eyes avoiding the cameras "We have a healthy and happy relationship. We both love each other very much and spend a lot of time together. So... I guess I'd be lying if I told you I haven't thought about it before, but..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. The press' reaction was instantaneous. Cameras' flashes everywhere and the reporters voices overlaping eachother filled the room.

"BUT" Isagi tried to continue, but just gave up on shouting since his voice couldn't compete with the voice of the lots of reporters. So, he just said to the mic in front of him, almkst whispering, hoping it would capture his voice "I think it's still a little early. I want to make sure we're both mature and financially secure first!"

Reporters were still talking and trying to get his attention. With a sigh, he realized they wouldn't stop shouting until the next question came.

"T-the guy with the light shirt"

"Argentinian press right here" the man started.

Oh oh. Yoichi didn't sense a good vibe from this man. He doesn't know if it's his smirk or his posture, but something feels off. He looks almost dangerous.

I'm probably going crazy, Yoichi thought.

When the man opened his mouth again, though, Isagi realized his intuition was right all along.

"I know you said you love your girlfriend, but you do realize the fans think your girl is just keeping you from becoming the best version of yourself, right?"

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"What." Isagi said, the words coming out in a rather forced way.

Unlike before, the silence in the room was not only palpable. It was now suffocating, uncomfortable.

"Well, it's clear as water" the man shrugged, as if what he was saying made a lot of sense "She is stopping you from becoming the number one striker in the world."

All Isagi wanted to do now was jump across the room and send his fist flying straight to the man's face. He wanted it to realize how utterly wrong he was. How your relationship was actually the best thing that had ever happened in his life, and how he would have probably given up on football have you not begged him to go to the Blue Lock program.

And the though of you sweet, caring you watching this made Yoichi give up on his idea of hitting the man straight on the nose, even if his body was trembling just from thinking about it.

I have to keep my cool. For her.

"Why..." he swallowed. Hard. "Why do you think this is truth?"

"You're not using your time wisely. Instead of practicing, your wasting it because you keep giving for futile things like a relationship"

Oh, how much Yoichi wanted to jump this ugly looking clown. How he wished to hit him hundreds of times, over and over again until he swallowed his own words. Until he regretted ever learning how to even speak.

His fist was already trembling. He was taking deep breaths to keep himself steady.

But it seems like the argentinian doesn't know when to stop.

"Also, it gets kinda tiring living with the same person for a long time, no?" The man laughed "I wouldn't blame you if you're actually cheating on her too, I honestly wouldn't have just one girl if I was you. I mean, you're a star and she's just..."

"Shut. the fuck. up."

All the cameras turned to him again. Yoichi was red. But it's not cause he was embarassed, like the other time.

He was red because he was seething with boiling rage.

I'll kill him. I swear I'll fucking kill this dumb shit.

"Never" Yoichi narrowed his eyes "And I mean never say my girlfriend's name with that disgusting voice of yours again. If you as much as look at her, consider yourself fucking dead." He got up from the table, gaze harder than the one he wears on the field "That woman is the source of my happiness, and you have no right to talk about her like that. If you talk with me with respect you have to show respect for her too. Are we clear? Or is your skull too fucking thick for the information to get into it?

"Calm down, amigo! I was just saying what the fans think." The man smirked, gald to get a reaction from Isagi. If looks could kill, he would have been 6 feet under already "They think it would be better if you both break up..."

"You've fucking done it."

Yoichi jumped from the table, ready to kill the man.

He wanted to crush his skull with his bare hands, to show him just how much you mean to him and how mad he gets when someone mentions you in a degrading way.

Gladly, the japanese PR team removed the man from the room before things could get worse, or else Yoichi would realky have done some damage (he was an athlete, after all).

Watching the man leave the room with furrowed brows and a subtle pout (he really wanted to beat him, after all), Iaagu decided to use this moment to make some things clear. So, he turned to the main mic again.

"I hope this serves as a lesson" Yoichi said, somehow managing to look at almost all of the cameras at the same time "To everyone watching this. Don't expect to talk shit about my girlfriend and get out with all of your teeth in place. I fucking dare anyone to badmouth her. I won't let you get away with it." He glared at one of the cameras "This press ends now."

He then quickly got out of the room, ignoring all the reporters who tried to get him to come back.

With a sigh, once he was in the changing room, he grabbed his phone, not surprised to see almost 20 missed calls and 50 missed massages from you.

(My love ❤️)

-> YOICHI???

-> WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING

-> (1 missed call)

Don't worry, I'm going home now 😁 <-

Miss you ❤️ <-

-> Typing...

With a smile, he put his phone in his pocket and started to go home.

Man, he just really wanted to see you. Specially since he knew that the next day, the press would want more interviews about what happened.

Whatever. What really matters is that, at the end of the day, you're his and he's yours. And no amount of dumb reporters or media will ever change that.

~ A/N: not proofread. This sucks 💔 I wrote this to stop my growing Aiku obsession LOL

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[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 9: Size kink

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) size difference/size kink, mentions of masturbation (f), oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, creampie, kinda fluffy? almost? If I missed anything please let me know!

You’d always considered yourself average as far as Tattooine was concerned. For a human, you were average height, average build—average, average, average.

But Din had a way of carrying himself that made you feel more important by proxy. People moved out of your way, averted their gaze, as if you were an extension of the hefty Mandalorian soldier.

And for once, you felt tiny; puny compared to the heap of man and metal that walked by your side.

You didn’t know how tall he was without his armor, how broad his shoulders would be without the pauldrons that framed him, but the manner in which he walked—brooding and aloof, confident in every step despite the near constant gunfire aimed his way—made you feel as though the beskar only served to heighten his already looming stature.

It drove you insane.

The nagging voice in your head got louder every day; he could kill you with one hand, he could squash you where you stood—he’d probably fuck you out of your own mind.

And what were you to do about it? A glorified babysitter who kept ship and dressed wounds; who occasionally found a spot by the Mandalorian’s side in the cockpit, leaning against him without protest from his modulated voice.

You were a business measure. You were a way to ensure nothing went awry when Din was busy or away. Or worse.

But it didn’t stop you from spending sleepless nights in your cot with your hand in your pants, stuttering out his name when you pressed your fingers to the sweet spot you knew so well, curling up and imagining how the rhythm of his breathing would feel through his armor.

Now, as you made your way to the cockpit, you felt a chill run over you—the cold air of space sunk into the ship and settled in your bones.

You pushed down the urge to imagine the way Din’s unobstructed skin would feel against you, warming you, protecting you from the harm of the vacuum surrounding the ship.

“Kid’s asleep.” You stood at the entrance of the cockpit, not necessarily expecting a response.

You’d come to enjoy your one-sided conversations.

Din didn’t look up, but his head bobbed slightly in acknowledgement.

“I thought he’d never get to sleep…he was hungry, then he wasn’t, then he was toddling like he owned the place.” You sighed, “He was especially grabby tonight. For someone with three fingers, he’s got quite the grip. Should probably teach your son that noses aren’t for pulling on.”

“Not my son,” Din tilted his head, visor pointed over his shoulder as he responded to you, “Just…my kid.”

“Right…” In all the time you’d spent on the ship, you still hadn’t managed to figure out what connection the two had to each other. “Well, either way, I think he’s getting a little better at recognizing when he’s tired himself out—knowing what he wants.”

Din nodded again, just enough for you to recognize that the conversation was over. You turned to leave, cursing yourself for your inadvertent conversational faux pas.

At least you had your bedtime daydreams.

“And you?” Din spoke before you managed to exit.

“What about me?” You stood still, waiting for him to provide an explanation.

“Do you think you’re getting better at recognizing what you want, mesh’la?”

You remained unsure of what that word meant, or why he used it to address you—several times when he’d first taken you in, you’d corrected him, reminding him your name, and every time he’d just stared, nodded, and thanked you.

Din still didn’t look at you, and it was somewhat unnerving that he was so good at playing the part of a statue.

“I don’t…” You took a few steps forward, the gap between the two of you still seemingly endless, “I’m not sure what you mean…”

“Mmh,” was his only response.

But you stayed behind him, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Was there—what are you trying to say?” You pressed for clarity. His quiet intensity made you nervous.

There was a long pause. You momentarily wondered if he would even grace you with an answer. He did that sometimes, staring down at you through his visor as you mulled over something he’d said, refusing to muster a reply to your line of questioning and leaving you to figure it out yourself.

“You’ve done work on the walls.” Din leaned in his chair, pressing his body to the chair’s back and spreading his thighs as if to stretch them.

You swallowed, trying not to watch him move, though your stomach flipped a little when one of his gloved hands came to rest near his crotch.

“I’ve done work that you asked me to do…” You still weren’t sure where he was going with this—if he was going anywhere at all. “Wiring and welding…is there something else? Because it wouldn’t be a bother, ‘specially since the kid’s asleep.”

You were greeted with another long pause, only disturbed by the sharp breath Din let out that caught in the modulator.

It sounded almost as if he was laughing.

You shifted on your feet, uncertain and growing more tense by the minute. Was he unhappy with your work? Was he going to make you rip out what you’d done, start all over again—berate you for your shortcomings?

“You’ve noticed that they’re thin.” Din’s words made your anxious musings of being out of a job vanish, replacing them with entirely different anxieties.

You wondered if he could see you shaking like a leaf.

“I w—Din it’s not…” You couldn’t think of an excuse, and you were suddenly hit with the notion that perhaps he wasn’t even talking about that; maybe he was simply asking you to be quieter as you rummaged through cabinets and closed doors.

“I like the way you say my name.” He turned the chair around, facing you. You stared at him dumbly, his legs still spread in a shamefully alluring manner. “What do you think about?”

Your lips parted as you considered his question.

On one hand, there was still a chance to argue back, plead your innocence, feign ignorance; a chance for you to ignore him, to walk out of the cockpit and crawl into bed.

On the other hand, you didn’t want to walk away.

“You…” You mumbled, looking down at the floor. You fiddled with your hands in an effort to feel less awkward. “I think about you.”

“And?” He wasn’t going to let you omit details.

“I think about…about how much bigger and—and stronger than me you are.”

He stayed silent, and you searched for ways to fill the gap he would otherwise fill in the conversation.

“I think about how you make me feel so small when you stand next to me—sometimes when you give me instructions, you stand so close to me, crowd me against the wall, and I—I like…I like your shoulders.”

You cringed at your words. I like your shoulders? You wanted to kick yourself.

“And I think about how your hands would feel—always think about how big they are, how they’d, um, how you’d probably be able to grab me…play with me and use me so easily.”

Din let you stew in your words for a moment longer before speaking.

“Come.” He tilted his head back, a small gesture to bring you forward.

You obliged, forcing your legs to move, settling to stand between his knees.

“Sit, mesh’la. On your knees.” He watched you, and though you looked at him skeptically at first, you did what was asked of you.

When you’d gotten yourself comfortable, shifting on your knees between his legs, you looked up at him. His face was tilted down, watching you acquaint yourself with the position you’d taken on the floor.

“You are easy to play with.” He said it so robotically, a monotonous acknowledgement of the scene before him as you clung to his every word.

“I knew it,” you offered a sheepish smile, hoping that making light of the situation would help the tension dissipate.

Din reached out to hold your chin, tilting your head up to force your line of sight directly into his visor.

“What else do you think about?” The worn leather of his gloves felt smooth on your skin, and you let out a shaky breath of appreciation at the contact.

“Think about…” You reached up hesitantly, letting your palms rest on the armor plating his thighs. “How you’d feel. How heavy you’d be on my tongue and how—how deep you’d be…inside me…”

You heard him groan, an intensely human sound beneath his helmet, and it spurred you on, suddenly aware of the power you held and the mutual need that both of you were experiencing.

“I think about how thick you are—always imagine that my hands would be too small to fit around you properly. And how much effort it would take for you to fit.” You let your fingers spread over the cloth of his flight suit.

Din removed his hand from your chin, both of his palms coming to rest on top of your own hands. He gripped them loosely, pushing them back onto the armor on his thighs.

You felt a pang of disappointment until you realized that he was giving himself the space to undo the clasp of his suit to give you what you wanted.

He sat up a bit straighter, fumbling with the fastener before managing to undo it with a grunt. He paused, looking at you between his legs for a moment, and then he pulled his cock from its confines.

He was beautiful; long and thick, tan shaft holding up a red, rounded tip. Veins ran down the underside of his length, decorating him.

You tried not to let the feeling of shock show on your face, but he laughed lightly, validated by your obvious astonishment.

“Is it what you thought it would be?” Din’s voice was low as he began stroking himself with a gloved hand.

You whimpered, unable to contain the startled glee in your voice. “Din—”

“Yes,” he cut you off, sighing, “Please.”

You let out a hum, bringing your hands up to his cock, met with the thrilling revelation that your fantasies had been grounded in reality—your hands were insufficient in engulfing his length, fingers struggling to close around him, several inches of him remaining untouched.

You leaned forward, hesitantly sticking your tongue out and swirling it around his tip.

Din’s head fell back as he cursed, fingers flying to grip at your hair and follow you as you began to bob your head up and down over what you could fit into your mouth without choking.

“You’re—you’re warm…” He grunted out, gathering strands of your hair into a makeshift handle. “Did you think about this, mesh’la? Did you think about having me in your mouth like this?”

Your response was muted by his cock, but the happy sound that bubbled from your chest let him know everything he needed to.

You let the spit that dripped over him coat your palms, using it as a lubricant to slide your hands over his cock while your continued to force more of him down your throat.

Din hissed at the feeling, the way your wrists jerked in sync with the movement of your tongue over him, and he tightened his grip on your hair.

He let you continue for a while, before deciding to pull you off. You rested your head on his thigh, one hand still trailing the veins of his cock while you tried to catch your breath, drooling.

“Look at me,” he urged, tugging at your hair to tilt your face up. Your lips were puffy, chin coated in your drool, and there were tears glazing your eyes. He stared, content with how easy it was to get you cockdrunk. “Perfect.”

“I wasn’t done…” You whimpered an argument, pouting.

“Yes, you were.” Din coaxed you up from the floor, hands on your arms lifting you to stand.

He let his arms drop, looking at you, how wrecked you were while still fully clothed before him, and his fingers moved to toy with the buttons of your trousers.

“Alright?” He froze, awaiting a sign that what he was doing was ok, that you were willing to let him continue.

“Din, if you don’t take them off, I will.” You let yourself drag a hand down the side of his helmet, and though you felt cold metal in place of skin and hair, you still felt as though the gesture was intimate, fitting for this scenario.

Din had heard what he’d needed to hear, finally undoing the buttons and letting your pants pool around your ankles. You stepped out of them awkwardly, playing with the hem of your shirt and looking at him expectantly.

He nodded, a more obvious signal this time, and you shed the shirt from your body, too, leaving you fully exposed. You began to lean forward into him, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you away.

“Turn around.”

You spun, turning your back to him. Without warning, you felt leather-clad fingers squeezing your skin, roaming your hips before gripping harshly at your ass.

“Now sit.” He put both hands on your hips and tugged you back to him, letting you adjust as you fell into his lap. He helped you spread your legs, hooking your knees over him and opening you to the cold air of the ship.

“Bite.” Din pressed a finger to your lips, “I want to feel you.”

You whimpered, carefully biting down on the tip of the glove and letting him pull his hand out. He grabbed the fabric that hung from your mouth and tossed it to the side.

“Good.” His newly ungloved hand roamed your body, groping your tits and squeezing roughly at any untouched skin he could find. His other hand gripped your hip, keeping you steady.

You whined, trying to grind down against him. The pulse of his cock, still hard and coated with your spit, pressed into your back, and it made you impatient and dizzy.

“Stay still.” Another command that had you whining, but you acquiesced.

Din’s bare hand wrapped around your thigh, pulling it further to give him ample room to touch you where you needed him. He pressed one finger to your clit, and though the touch was somewhat soft, you bucked your hips into the feeling.

“Such a little thing,” he mused, “It’s so easy for me to keep you where I want you.”

That made you moan: his acknowledgement of your size difference and the way he used it to his advantage. You squirmed in an effort to get him to give you more of what you wanted.

Din’s finger dropped lower, teasing your slit and hovering over your hole. He dipped the tip of his finger into you, growling at the slick feeling that coated him.

“All this from nothing.” He thought aloud before plunging the finger into your cunt, curling it to jab into your most tender spot.

“Oh m—Din!” You hadn’t expected the intrusion, but you welcomed it all the same. You writhed on his finger, much thicker than your own and filling you in a much more satisfactory way. “More—another, please.”

“You can handle more?” You thought you heard him smiling.

“Even if I can’t, you can make me,” you whimpered, “I want more.”

Your response earned a rumble from Din, a low growl that vibrated through his chest. He pressed another finger into you, leaning over your shoulder to watch your cunt swallow the digits and coat them with your juices.

“Look,” he grunted, “Look how much you struggle with two fingers. How are you going to take my cock?”

And you were struggling, but it was wonderful; his fingers pressed against your walls, stretching you out in preparation for what was to come, and you brought your own hand to your clit to rub circles over yourself.

But Din grabbed your wrist, leather digging against you as he tugged your hand away from your core.

“Mine.” His voice was animalistic, so lost in the way you squeezed his fingers and the way you listened to his demands. He tossed your own hand to the side, replacing it with gloved fingers that pressed rhythmically into you in time with the fingers he had working you open. “Had plenty of time to touch. Thought you wanted the real thing.”

“I do—Din, I do, I do,” you were pleading, begging for his help in getting you to your high. “Please, I do.”

“Cum.” It was all he said, pressing his fingers roughly against your clit and curling those he had inside you to tease your orgasm from your delicate spot.

And you did; with a loud yelp and a chant of his name, you were coming undone on his hands.

You rocked against his cock where it nestled against your ass, whimpering as you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

“Good, mesh’la.” He stroked your hair.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, and you shuddered, hit with the feeling of emptiness as your body clenched around nothing. He brought his fingers to your lips, and you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking on them and gathering the remnants of your slick on your tongue.

“Din,” you gathered yourself together, releasing his fingers and breathing deeply. You pressed your back to his chest. “More.”

“You’re being greedy.” He couldn’t hide his delight at your eagerness, the modulator picking up on the amused breaths he let out. “Stand up. Face me.”

On shaky legs, you obeyed.

You felt your thighs, gluey against the air, stick together as you moved, evidence of your pleasure that lingered on your skin.

When you turned to face him, went wide-eyed with fascination. His ungloved hand had wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched you.

“On my lap.” His free hand patted his thigh, and you approached enthusiastically.

You maneuvered yourself on top of him, straddling him and letting your knees press into the crevices between the armrests of the chair and his body. He placed a hand on your hip, rubbing his thumb over your skin, trying to feel you through the leather of his glove.

You settled against him, feeling the movement of his arm as he continued to jerk himself off. The tip of his cock brushed against your clit, and you mewled, rolling your hips against him.

“What do you want?” He urged you to speak, his fingers digging into your side.

“You—want your cock, Din.” You were shameless, desperate to feel him split you in half.

“And if it doesn’t fit?” He slapped his cock against you, making you whimper above him. You shifted your hips to savor the feeling of his skin on yours.

“You’ll make it fit.” You found the confidence to look into the visor, certain that you were gazing into his eyes behind the shield.

He groaned, pulling you closer to him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“I will.” He reassured you, beginning to push into you.

You moaned at the stretch, the pressure of his body against yours as your cunt swallowed the head of his cock. You clawed at the armor on his chest, and he let out a throaty sound.

“So tight,” he seemed almost as breathless as you felt, “Taking me so well.”

“Feels—it feels so good,” you whispered, bouncing on the tip of his cock, “Give it to me, please. All of it.”

With a growl, Din removed his hand from the base of his cock, gripping your hips, manhandling you to contort your body the way he wanted you.

He pushed you down onto him, thrusting his hips upward until he was buried to the hilt in your cunt.

You screamed, head falling into the crook of his neck and writhing as your body accepted the invasion of his length. Despite the suddenness and the extent to which you had been filled, you craved more, dragging your hips against him and trying to see just how deep he could get.

Din cursed, rasping and desirous. “Look at you taking all that cock,” he was transfixed, obsessed with how your cunt gripped him. “You think a lot about having me force it in, little one? Forcing you to take it how I wanted? Ruining you?”

“Y—es,” you sobbed into him, “Wanted you to—wanted you to break me open.” You were choking back moans, arms wrapped around his neck.

He had engulfed you completely, dwarfing you and turning you into nothing but a toy—a doll at his disposal that he used with no regard.

And you loved it. You loved the texture of his veins running down your walls, the filthy wet sounds that he pulled from your cunt with every deep thrust, the way his balls bounced heavy against your ass when he forced you down onto him.

He brought a hand to the nape of your neck, pulling you back and encouraging you to look down at where your bodies connected. He released you, opting to grab your hand and press it into your stomach.

“You know what that is?” There was a smugness to his tone, one that made you feel lightheaded, “That’s my cock.”

You moaned, but he wasn’t done speaking.

“That’s my cock wrecking you—breaking you how you wanted. Not your fingers, mesh’la. Do you hear the pretty sounds you’re making for me? I never heard you scream like that when you were trying to fuck yourself.”

Your jaw went slack, legs aching and hot with the effort you had to put into keeping up with his pace.

“S—o much—so much better,” you choked out, “You feel so much better than my hands, Din.”

“I know I do. Tell me,” he kept your palm pressed against your stomach, watching as you bulged with him every time his cock punched into you. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Din—oh!” You were so far gone, so focused on the pleasure of having him so close, so deep. You managed to breathe a one-word response. “Big…”

“Big,” he laughed, “That’s right.”

His thrusts became slower, his cockhead nudging your g-spot at a delicious pace that made you give up your attempts at keeping up with him.

You fell against his body, happy to let him do the work while you succumbed to his movements.

“Tight little pussy—only cock you need,” he was speaking rhetorically, not posing it as a question or statement for you, per se, but a general agreement spoken into the cockpit that he was certain you would find truth in. “Only cock that’ll ever fit again.”

You felt drool puddle from the corner of your lips, having gone so completely dumb for him.

There was a fire spreading throughout your body, heat licking at your core as it threatened a deluge of bliss.

“Only you, Din,” you mumbled against him, “Please, only you.”

He had resorted to dragging you over him, pulling and pushing your hips over his length and watching his cock split you open. The action ensured that your clit pushed against him, giving you the friction you’d need to reach another high when paired with the stretch of his cock.

“Cum,” his voice had dropped just above a whisper, “Let me feel you squeeze me tight, mesh’la.” He squeezed your hips hard, bucking into you.

You came with a delighted squeal, gripping his shoulders and grinding yourself down into him. He hugged you to his body, further enveloping you, and you felt safe and fulfilled.

His thrusts quickly became more erratic, searching for release. You felt him stiffen against you, not out of discomfort but due to the imminent high he faced.

“Din…Implant,” you whispered, hoping he could hear your voice over the panted breaths you took. “Please. Inside.”

Your words were all it took, and his hips stuttered into you. He moaned, head falling back against the chair and arms hauling you even closer to his body.

You felt the warmth of his spend in your abdomen, painting your walls and filling you with him. You moaned softly, squirming on his lap in a display of contentment.

He brought a hand up to feather through your hair, letting you rest against him as you both settled.

“How do you feel?” He asked, after the silence had become too much even for him.

“So good,” you nuzzled against his pauldron, “You made me feel so good, Din.”

He turned to look down at you. “As good as you thought it would feel?”  

“So much better.”

[ba9go]

(nsfw) bakugou katsuki finds you annoying (you drive him crazy)

mdni 🔞 katsuki being down bad for reader. heavy petting with a lot of sexual tension! 🫢

can be read with part 1 and part 2, or as a standalone too

after coming to terms with his feelings for you, bakugou thought that things would get simpler for him.

he was wrong. very wrong.

the two of you started spending more and more time together. eating lunch together, visiting each other's room after school, going to the gym together.

at some point, bakugou became "katsuki" to you.

"kat-su-ki," you said slowly, dragging his name out as if every syllable was meant to irk him. bakugou freezes, sitting cross-legged in front of you on your bed.

"katsuki." you repeat, watching him carefully with a small, tentative smile that makes his palms annoyingly sweaty. "is that okay?"

"yeah." bakugou, no, katsuki, clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair. "katsuki's fine."

you ask katsuki to spend the night in your dorm room, and though katsuki disagrees with you calling it a sleepover (to him, it's not a sleepover unless there are face masks and pillow fights involved, but he's not telling you that) katsuki finds it hard to say no to you.

later, you fall asleep in his arms, breathing softly against his chest, and katsuki thinks he's going to die from how hard his heart is beating against his ribcage.

he stares into the darkness and tries to fall asleep, but all he can think about is how soft you feel against his body and the way your warm breath gave him goosebumps when you whispered "goodnight, katsuki" into his neck.

katsuki thinks you’ve ruined his own name for him, because now he doesn’t want to hear it unless it’s coming from you. and god, the things he would do to hear you say his name, over and over and over again.

katsuki wants to. he wants so badly, to make you say his name over and over again, and he thinks it would be so easy to do too. you’re easy to fluster, easy to tease. katsuki wants to make you come apart at his touch, under him. katsuki wants to take you, piece by piece, wants to watch the way you unravel before him.

it gets worse when you started stealing katsuki’s shirts.

katsuki’s heart damn near burst when he came back to his room after the gym to see you cuddled up in his bed, completely engulfed in one of his shirts. he closed the door behind him quietly and stared at your peaceful sleeping face. ‘this must be what cuteness aggression feels like’, katsuki thinks, as he’s hit with the sudden urge to reach over and bite your face off.

he feels stupid, sneaking around in his own room as he tries his best not to wake you and fails miserably. he freezes as you stir awake, sitting up in his bed. your hair is sticking out in ways that katsuki wants to make fun of you for, but he’s too transfixed on the little yawn you let out as you stretch like a content house cat on his bed.

“katsuki,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes groggily. you smile at katsuki and it’s so sleepy and a little droopy and it drives katsuki fucking crazy, and you don’t even know it. god, you piss him off.

“you’re back,” you say sweetly. “you gonna shower?”

“i should shower,” katsuki responds, but makes no move to prepare for said shower. instead, he walks over to his bed, to you, and you open your arms invitingly and how could katsuki ever deny you?

he lets you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest. he’s still sweaty from working out, but here you are, nuzzling into his shirt, again like a damn cat that’s all too affectionate. you hum happily when katsuki pats your head.

“you smell so good,” you moan the words into his shirt. it’s innocent, but it drives katsuki insane all the same. he can never think straight when it comes to you, not when you’re all he can think about. his head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and he never knows what to do with himself.

“i’m dirty,” katsuki’s throat is so dry when he chokes out the words.

“so?” you giggle as you look up at him with big, happy eyes, and katsuki is fully reduced to putty in your hands. he’s wrapped around your pretty little finger. “i like it when you’re dirty.”

“yeah?” katsuki lets his hand fall to your neck. he holds your neck gently, barely even squeezing, but the effect it has on you is instantaneous. you become almost limp in his hold, eyes half-lidded as you let out a shaky sigh from your parted lips.

“‘suki,” you whisper. “come here,” you say, but you already have him in your arms, so katsuki presses his lips against yours instead.

katsuki never really knows what to do when it comes to you; he just knows how much he wants you, how you drive him crazy with want, so he listens to those desires until he has you moaning into his mouth when he sucks on your tongue, until he has you rutting your hips back and forth when he slips a leg between your thighs, until he has you coming apart the way he’s always fantasised.

“thank you, ‘suki,” you sound so pretty breathless and it makes katsuki want to steal your breath away even more. “feels so good.” katsuki realises that you’re still grinding against him and it’s so, so adorable.

“yer so annoyin’,” katsuki scolds you lightly, but the smirk on his face is anything but annoyed as he slips a hand between your legs and touches you properly, right where you need it most.

it’s so fucking annoying, the way you drive him insane, but watching you twitch and writhe under him, listening to you beg and moan, so pretty and needy for him, katsuki thinks it’s not so bad, being batshit crazy for you.

maybe part 4. i need to write a bratty yn who loves talking smack just to piss kats off so he’ll fuck em harder 🤪🤪

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[orangeblossomsintheair]

A LESSON ON HUNGER | SIMON RILEY

summary : You were small. He would give you grief about it until the end of time. End of story. Well end of story till the two of you started fucking in the dead of night.

wc : 5k of pure filth

an : if yall see @keen-eyed-creature suddenly in ur likes, that's me 😔

Simon knew you were small.

Hard to miss, really, when you had to tilt your head back just to look him in the eye. He was the first to admit that it was a bit of a laugh sometimes.

But it was never something he really thought much about, not in any serious way at least.

It was a detail, like the way you tied your boots or the way your hair stuck out from under your cap. It wasn’t like being short affected your ability to pull the trigger or call in air support.

You got the job done. That was what he cared about. You could be a foot shorter and it wouldn’t make a damn difference.

Still, he couldn’t help himself.

Every now and then, he would drop a jab, something about needing a step ladder to talk to him, or how he has to stoop down like he's dealing with a kid. He had a knack for teasing, and you were an easy target.

It was harmless, though.

Just some friendly fire. You took it well, knew that it was all part of the routine. Gallows humor. Good for morale, or whatever the hell Price said. Kept things light, even if it was at your expense.

You were small. He would give you grief about it until the end of time. End of story.

Well end of story till the two of you started fucking.

He first noticed it when your hand wrapped around his cock, the tips of your fingers barely brushing each other. His breath hitched, and his cock pulsed in your grip, thick and heavy in your tiny hold.

“Bloody hell,” he hissed, mesmerized by the sight. “Look at you.”

Your eyes darted up to his face, wide and innocent, as if you didn’t know exactly what you were doing to him. His chest heaved, the tight control he usually prided himself on slipping with every stroke of your hand.

"Fuckin' tiny," he muttered again, half to himself, watching the way your hand moved over him, struggling to take him all in. He hadn’t thought he’d ever care about something like that, never thought the size difference would drive him this insane, but here you were, bringing him to the brink without even realizing it.

You started slow, pressing soft, wet kisses along the length of his cock like a damn kitten, rubbing it against our cheek and spreading his pre-cum across your face.

When your lips parted, dipped your head, the first touch of your tongue against his tip had him groaning. Hot, wet, and so fucking soft.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, one gloved hand moving to the back of your head, the other braced against his thigh. He resisted the urge clawing at his chest that told him to shove himself deeper, to push till your throat bulged with the shape of him.

The first swipe of your tongue had him groaning, body tensing. Knuckles white, muscles straining as his hips jerked forward

You dragged your tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, the soft, wet muscle flicking over him. It swirled around the head before dipping into the slit, teasing, before tracing every vein on the underside.

Spit began to gather, dripping down his length as you worked him over, your desperation pushing you to keep going, keep pleasing him. Your doe eyes locked on his, wide and pleading, as you swallowed him as deep as you could.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he rasped, his voice gravelly. “Mouth all full, dripping down your chin. Bet you’d let me fuck your throat, wouldn’t you?”

You moaned around him, the vibration making him swear under his breath. He couldn’t look away. The way your lips stretched around him, your cheeks hollowing as you tried to take more of him—Ghost knew he was a ruined man.

When the blunt head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged softly, pausing there, and he felt the tension in your body. His hand moved to cradle your jaw, fingers curling around it.

“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Don’t fight it. Doing so fuckin’ good for me.”

You blinked up at him, tears spilling down your cheeks, and he felt his cock throb at the sight.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he said, voice low.

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut, but he wasn’t satisfied.

“Look at me,” he barked, tone sharpening. “Need to see you mean it.”

Your eyes opened again, glassy and wide, pupils blown. You nodded again, and he let out a dark chuckle.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Obedient when you’ve got a cock in your mouth, huh?”

The glare you shot him would’ve been more convincing if your jaw wasn’t slack, the weight of him resting heavy on your tongue.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His hand sliding to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Now, open up. Gonna make you take all of me.”

You obeyed, jaw slackening, and Ghost wasted no time. His hips rolled forward, the thick length of him pressing deep into your throat, stretching, filling.

His breath hitched as he slid deeper, the tightness of your throat trying desperately to accommodate him. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. A sick part of him thrilled at the way you fought to take him all the way, despite the fact that he really was too fucking big for you to handle.

He watched you for a moment, eyes fluttering as your lips met his base, tears slipping down your cheeks as you struggled to keep your breathing steady, swallowing around him.

“Shit,” he hissed, his other hand moving to cup your jaw, holding you steady. “Feel that? Feel how good you are, huh? You’re a fuckin’ mess, love. Spit everywhere, tears down your face. Fuck’s sakes, you’re perfect.”

Ghost growled under his breath, feeling you pulse around him. “..Takin’ me so well, little thing.”

He gripped your hair tighter, guiding you, forcing his cock deeper. The sounds—wet, obscene—drove him insane. You were taking all of him, your mouth and throat the perfect fit, even though it was clear you were struggling.

“Fuck, you feel so good... Perfect,” he groaned. "You're so fucking beautiful, letting me fuck your throat like this." He slammed into you again, deeper, and watched your face contort in that beautiful, desperate way, knowing you’d take every inch of him, no matter how overwhelming it was

Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as you braced yourself, letting him take control. He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with practiced precision.

“Gonna fuck your throat ‘til you can’t think straight,” he growled, his voice dark and heavy with lust. “Gonna make you choke on it, make you feel how deep I can go.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock. His head tipped back briefly, a deep groan rumbling in his chest before he forced himself to look at you again.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. “Wanna see you when I come. Wanna see that pretty little face all wrecked for me.”

You obeyed, your gaze locking with his, and the intensity in your eyes nearly undid him. He could feel the heat building low in his belly, the tension coiling tighter with every thrust.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his hips stuttering as he drove deeper one last time. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours. Don’t spill a fucking drop.”

And when he came, spilling hot and thick down your throat, the way you swallowed around him had him swearing again, his grip on you tightening as he rode out his release. “F-fuck- damn it, damn it-“

When he finally pulled back, his cock slipping from your swollen, spit-slick lips, he couldn’t help the crooked grin that stretched his lips at the sight of you. Messy, tear-streaked, and utterly ruined.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your chin to catch the stray drips. “Knew you could take it.”

The praise lingered in the warm air as he leaned back, watching you catch your breath. His thumb lingered at your jaw for a moment before retreating, replaced by a hand gently coaxing you to your feet.

“C’mere,” he said, tone still rough around the edges, but laced with something terrifyingly tender.

He pulled you up until you were straddling his lap, broad hands settling on your waist. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin fabric still clinging to your skin.

“Alright?” he asked, pale eyes scanning your face.

You nodded. “Better than okay.”

He shifted beneath you, guiding you closer. “Think you’ve got one more in you, sweetheart?” He spoke against your lips, eyes searching.

You swallowed, the anticipation curling low in your stomach. “I can take it,” you whispered.

The grin that spread across his face was something wicked. “That’s my girl.

With your confirmation, Ghost moved, lowering himself between your trembling thighs. He shouldered your legs apart, spreading you wide as he settled in like a man on a mission.

“G-Ghost,” you whimpered, instinctively reaching for his head as the heat of his breath teased over your cunt.

“Shh.” He looked up. “Let me return the favor, yeah?”

The first swipe of his tongue had you arching off the bed, a startled cry ripping from your throat. He groaned against you, eyes rolling back. Always tasted so good. He could cream his fucking pants just licking your pretty pussy.

You squirmed beneath him, thighs trembling as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit, a thumb spreading you open as he pressed the flat of his tongue against the bud.

As you squirmed in place, Ghost’s hands flexed, refusing to let you wriggle away for a moment of reprieve.

“Stay still,” he growled, voice muffled against your clit. “Let me enjoy this.”

His mouth worked you open slowly, licking and sucking at your clit with just enough pressure to have whimpers tumbling out of your lips.

He moved downwards, dipping his tongue into your heat before thrusting it inside, fucking you with it in deep, deliberate strokes.

The slick muscle pistoned into you like it was a cock, curling and stroking every inch of your walls, nose brushing against your clit with every movement.

Your thighs trembled around his head, but his strong hands kept them spread wide, holding you open for him.

“Ghost,” you sobbed, your hands fisting in his hair.

“Keep those legs open,” he ordered, his grip tightening on your thighs as he pushed them wider.

Your hips bucked against him instinctively, but he pinned you down as he worked his tongue deeper, faster. “Look at you,” he rasped, pulling back briefly to catch his breath, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Fuckin’ soaked for me. S’small and tight.”

You sobbed out as he latched onto your clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. The sharp jolt of pleasure made you cry out, back arching off the bed.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his voice rough and needy as he returned to thrusting his tongue inside you. He fucked you with his mouth like a man possessed, his hands roaming over your thighs, your hips, everywhere he could reach,

When he latched onto your clit and sucked gently, you shattered. Your cry echoed in the room, your body arching as the orgasm ripped through you, shaking and gasping for air.

“There it is,” he murmured, every line in his body thick with satisfaction as he lapped up every bit of your release.

But he didn’t stop.

He growled against you, hands sliding under your thighs to lift your hips higher, giving him better access as his tongue delved deeper, dragging out your orgasm until you were sobbing beneath him.

“Too much,” you whimpered, body twitching with the aftershocks.

“Not for me.” Ghost pulled back to look at you. His pale eyes were filled with hunger and pride as he took in the sight of you. Tear-streaked, trembling, and utterly ruined.

“P-please,” you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes as the overstimulation hit you like a tidal wave.

“Not done with you yet, love.” His tongue returned to your clit, circling the swollen bud with ruthless precision until you were sobbing beneath him, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders.

“Ghost-”

Another climax built impossibly fast, and before you could protest, it crashed over you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything to ground yourself as he lapped at your release like a dog.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening and his chin slick with your release, he looked at you like you were a feast he hadn’t quite finished.

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he was moving again, his strong hands gripping your waist as he positioned himself above you. The sheer size of him looming over you sent a thrill down your spine.

“Think you’re ready for me now, yeah?”

Ghost pressed you down against the mattress. Your thighs trembled as he pressed them further apart.

The sheer size of him left you gasping before he even moved, the head of his cock brushing against your slick entrance as he teased you.

“Relax,” he muttered, voice laced with a hunger that made your head spin. “Need you to open up for me.”

You whined, the sound barely coherent as he held you in place with a grip that bordered on bruising. He pushed forward, just enough to let the blunt tip breach you, and the stretch had you clutching at his forearms in desperation.

Your walls clenched around him instinctively, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. “So fuckin’ tight, Jesus Christ..”

“H-hah.. too- too big-” you whimpered, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as if to anchor yourself.

“Y’can take it.” His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he bullied his way inside your pretty cunt.

His jaw tightened, burying himself deeper, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re gonna take it.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes as he pressed further in, splitting you open inch by inch. The burn was sharp but his hands kept you pinned, leaving no room for escape.

“Stop squirmin’,” he ordered. His weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, his shadow covering yours entirely. “You’re only making it harder for yourself.”

Your sobs broke free as he surged forward, his cock sinking deeper into your heat. “I c-can’t,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clung to him.

“You can,” he insisted, his tone softening but his pace unrelenting. His lips brushed against your temple, a stark contrast to the overwhelming force of him inside you. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

You tried to focus on his voice, the rasp of it grounding you even as your body felt like it was being torn apart. His thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear, before his hand drifted down to cradle your throat.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Taking me so well, yeah? D’you feel how tight you are, hm? How perfect you’re gripping me?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you, and you whimpered as your body finally began to yield, the burn giving way to an ache that bordered on pleasure.

“That’s it.” Ghost’s lips curved into a grin as he watched you fall apart beneath him. “Knew you could do it. Knew this perfect little cunt could take all of me.”

Your sobs turned to broken moans as he pulled back, only to thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the air from your lungs, and your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping at anything to ground yourself.

“Feel that?” he rasped, his thrusts slowing down as he grinded against you. “Feel how deep I am?”

You could only nod, the words stuck in your throat as the pleasure began to build, overwhelming in its intensity.

“Good girl,” he praised.

The pressure inside you coiled tighter as he picked up the pace, the sobs spilling from your lips mingling with broken cries of his name.

You were a mess. Tear-streaked, trembling, utterly consumed by the sheer size and force of him.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he groaned, quickening as he pressed you further into the mattress. “Ruined, cryin’ for me. Takin’ everythin’ I give you.”

His words tipped you over the edge, and when you came, it was with a shattering cry that left you trembling in his arms. But he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow. Oh no, Ghost dragged you through the aftershocks and straight into the next wave of pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” you sobbed, your nails raking down his back as he growled against your neck. “Please, Ghost- don’t stop-”

“‘M not going anywhere,” he promised, pulling out of you slowly and you felt an unbearable emptiness that followed his absence. Gasping at the way your walls clenched around nothing, already missing the stretch of him.

Before you could voice your complaints, his hands were on you again, lifting you effortlessly as he shifted onto his back.

“C’mere,” he ordered, his voice rough with need, guiding you to straddle his hips. The sight of him, broad chest heaving, his cock glistening and impossibly thick, standing proudly between you, made your stomach flutter with equal parts apprehension and arousal.

“Ghost, I-“ you started, but his hands ground you in place as he pressed his forehead against your trembling body.

“Be good,” he murmured, his thumbs stroking your skin in slow, deliberate circles. “Take what you need. I’ll make it fit.”

Your breath hitched, and with his steadying hands guiding you, you reached down, positioning the thick head of his cock at your entrance.

The pressure was instant, overwhelming, as you sank down the smallest fraction.

“Bloody fuck,” he growled, his head falling back against the pillow. “Look at you. So tight, so perfect-” His words cut off in a guttural groan when you shifted your weight, trying to take him deeper.

The stretch burned, his girth spearing you open inch by inch, and you couldn’t help the broken sob that fell from your lips. “S’too- too much,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling as you hovered above him, the sheer size of him making your head spin.

“Shhh,” he cooed, though his own voice was strained, his jaw clenched tight as he fought to keep still beneath you. “Doin’ s’good, sweetheart. Just take your time. Lemme fill you up.”

You nodded shakily, nails digging into his chest as you slowly lowered yourself further, feeling every ridge and vein of him stretching you impossibly wide.

He felt endless, and the way he groaned only heightened the unbearable pleasure-pain of being split open by him.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, urging you to take him all. “Don’t stop now. You’re almost there. Gonna take every inch, yeah?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you finally sank down to the hilt, his cock buried so deep inside you that it felt like he was in your very core.

You let out a choked sob, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck, look at you,��� he rasped, his voice thick with awe and something darker. His gaze burned into you, watching as you struggled to adjust to his size. “So fucking tight, squeezing me like you don’ wanna let go.”

You couldn’t form words, your mind hazy and overwhelmed as he filled you completely, stretching you to your limits. He let you sit there for a moment, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your thighs as you trembled above him.

“Move,” he commanded softly, voice coaxing but firm. “Show me how good you feel, baby. Ride me.”

You whimpered, your hands splaying across his chest for balance as you lifted yourself slightly, only to sink back down again. The friction was devastating, and the stretch still burned, but the heat building in your core had you panting for more.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers digging into your skin as he met you halfway with a shallow thrust that left you crying out. “Taking me so fucking well.”

Each rise and fall of your hips had him spearing you open all over again, the sheer size of him filling you in a way that made you feel utterly wrecked, utterly his. Your sobs mixed with moans as the pleasure overwhelmed you, Ghost taking over to guide your movements with a possessive grip.

“Made for this,” he growled, his voice raw as his gaze locked on the place where your bodies joined, watching as his cock disappeared inside you with every thrust. “Made for me to fuck you like this. Look at how you’re taking me- so greedy, so fucking pretty.”

The sound of your sobs only seemed to spur him on, his hands gripping your waist tighter as he thrust up into you, meeting your movements with a force that left you breathless.

“Ghost,” you whimpered, your nails raking down his chest as your thighs burned from the effort, your body trembling from the relentless pace.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, his voice a low, possessive snarl. “You’re not stopping until I feel you come around me. Wanna feel this tight little cunt squeeze me, got it?”

You nodded, unable to do anything but obey as his hands gripped your waist firmly, slamming you down on his cock with a force that had you keening.

The stretch was unbearable, your body trembling from the sheer effort of taking him. The swollen ache between your thighs was overwhelming, but the pleasure sparking through you burned brighter.

“Good girl..” He guided you to ride him faster, deeper.

Your head fell back, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body clenched around him. The first climax tore through you like a lightning strike, sudden and all-consuming, leaving you shuddering and gasping for air.

“Fuck, there it is,” he rasped, thrusting up into you, dragging the aftershocks out longer. “That’s my girl..so fucking perfect when you come for me.”

You barely had time to recover before his hand slid between your bodies, his thumb pressing down hard on your swollen clit.

Your scream echoed in the room, your hands scrambling against his chest as the sharp jolt of overstimulation hit you like a tidal wave.

“N-no!” you sobbed, trying to lift yourself off of him, but his hands held you down, refusing to let you escape.

“Don’t think so.” His thumb circled your sensitive bud in maddening, unrelenting strokes. “You’re not running from me. You’re gonna take it, all of it. Gon’ make you come over and over until you can’t think straight.”

Your body jerked uncontrollably, every nerve alight as his cock drove into you, his thumb working your clit. The relentless friction sent you tumbling headfirst into another orgasm, this one sharper, rawer.

You screamed his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as you shook in his hold, but he didn’t stop.

“That’s two,” he growled, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he watched you fall apart. “Think you’ve got another one in you, sweetheart?”

“I c-can’t,” you sobbed, tears spilling freely as your body quivered against him. “It’s too much, I c-can’t-”

“You can,” he interrupted, his voice dark and commanding as his hips snapped up again, driving his cock deeper.

His thumb pressed harder against your bud. Your thighs trembled violently, every nerve in your body raw and exposed as he pushed you toward another peak.

“You’re so sensitive,” he rasped, voice thick with satisfaction as his thumb slowed just enough to keep you on the edge. “So swollen, so perfect..”

“Ghost-!” you sobbed, voice breaking as another climax slammed into you, your walls clenching around him like a vice. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing it, your hips grinding against him despite the tears streaming down your face.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his free hand gripping your ass as he guided your movements, keeping you firmly in place. “Keep going, love. Don’t stop until I say so.”

Your body was beyond exhausted, trembling violently as his relentless pace and the constant attention on your clit drove you into the kind of pleasure that felt like madness. Every stroke of his cock, every circle of his thumb sent shockwaves through you, leaving you an incoherent mess.

“Ngh..” you whimpered, your voice breaking as your head fell forward, your hands clutching desperately at his chest. “Can’t- please-“

“But you’re being such a good girl,” he murmured, softening slightly as his hand slid from your clit to grip your waist again. “You’re taking me so well..look at how swollen and perfect you are.”

His cock throbbed inside you, and as you slumped against his chest, he leaned up to press a kiss to your tear-streaked cheek, his voice a rough whisper in your ear.

“Think you’ve got one more?”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaking down your face as you shook your head weakly, barely able to form words. “N-no more.. please, Ghost… it’s too much,” you sobbed, breaking as you slumped against him, completely spent.

But he wasn’t having it.

“Thought you wanted to be good for me?”

Effortlessly, he lifted you off his still-throbbing cock, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your thighs trembling as they struggled to hold your weight.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his voice deceptively soothing as he shifted you, his large frame easily maneuvering you like you weighed nothing. “You’re not done yet, baby. I’ve got you.”

“Ghost, no-” you whimpered, trying to squirm away as he laid back fully, his broad shoulders pressing into the mattress.

But he didn’t give you a choice.

His hands tightened on your thighs, pulling you forward until you were straddling his chest. The heat of his skin against yours made you shiver, your swollen, oversensitive core throbbing as he moved you higher.

“Be a good girl and sit,” he ordered, eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity that made your breath hitch.

You shook your head frantically, tears pooling in your eyes as you whimpered, “Ghost… I’m too sensitive, I-”

His grip on your thighs tightened, silencing your protests.

Before you could protest further, he pulled you up, positioning you directly over his face. The heat of his breath against your soaked, swollen folds made you cry out, your hands flying to his shoulders for balance as you tried to lift yourself away.

“Don’t run from me.” He forced you down, lowering you onto his waiting mouth.

The first swipe of his tongue against your overstimulated clit sent a sharp jolt through you, and you sobbed, your body jerking as the overwhelming sensation threatened to pull you under. “Ghost, Ghost-“”

But he didn’t stop.

His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking at your sensitive bud, his hands holding you firmly in place no matter how much you tried to squirm away.

“That’s it,” he whispered between long, torturous strokes. “Don’t you dare run from me. You’re gonna take everything.”

Your thighs shook violently on either side of his head, your body trembling as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure crashed over you.

You sobbed, tears streaming down your face as his tongue circled your clit mercilessly, his mouth devouring you like a man starved.

Ghost snarled, his grip tightening as he dragged you even closer, his tongue plunging deep inside you before returning to your swollen, throbbing bud. “You’re gonna come for me again, and you’re gonna let me taste every fucking bit of you.”

You couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from your throat as another climax ripped through you, your body convulsing violently as his mouth pushed you over the edge.

Your hands tangled in his hair, desperate and needy, as you sobbed his name, begging for mercy even as your hips ground against his face.

Finally, he slowed, his tongue gentle now as he lapped at you lazily, his hands sliding up and down your thighs in soothing strokes. “There you go,” he murmured, his voice softer now, though the satisfaction in his tone was unmistakable. “That’s my pretty girl.”

Your body slumped forward, your chest heaving as tears streamed down your face. He let you collapse against him, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he kissed your temple, his breath warm against your skin.

“I told you you could take it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he held you close.

[skzstarl0ver]

Part 2 to the enemies to lovers Jeongin fic please please pls

One Bed, Two Problems (pt.2)

(One Bed, Two Problems pt.1 link)

Jeongin x reader / enemies to lovers / only one bed / smut → fluff / possessive!Jeongin

**involves!!** sex, dirty talk, cursing, rough sex, Insulting / complicated relationship

reminder for pt.2 : @camryn-haitani @imagine-all-the-imagines @yeop-i @slut4junho

enjoy xx (open for request)

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The problem isn’t that you slept with Jeongin. It’s that you did it twice. And now it’s the next night, and you’re standing on the balcony of your hotel room, staring out at the ocean like it can give you answers.

Behind you, you hear him laughing from the couch with the others — that same lazy, low laugh that drove you insane even before he kissed you senseless. Your skin still burns when you think about last night.

You told yourself it meant nothing.

But your body’s still aching like it meant everything.

You told yourself you could forget it.

But now you can’t look at him without remembering how he sounded when he whispered your name.

This trip was supposed to be just a vacation. Some dumb getaway with the friend group. Seven days of fun. Drama-free. Definitely not sleeping-with-your-archenemy levels of complicated.

But now?

Now he’s acting like nothing happened.

And that’s what pisses you off the most.

It all comes to a head on Day 3.

It’s late. The group’s playing cards in the room next door, but you’re not there. Neither is he.

You’re pacing your shared room like a storm cloud.

He walks in, hoodie half-zipped, hair tousled like he just got out of a hurricane, and when he sees you, he freezes.

“…You good?” he asks, voice low.

You turn.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He blinks. “Okay. Hi to you too.”

You cross your arms, heart pounding. “You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“Didn’t realize I was supposed to be glued to your side now.”

You glare. “Jeongin—”

“What?” he snaps suddenly, stepping toward you. “What do you want me to say? That last night changed everything? That I can’t stop thinking about the way you moaned my name?”

You falter — just for a second. “Don’t be an ass.”

“Oh, I’m being the ass? You’ve been throwing looks at me all day like you didn’t start this.”

“I didn’t start anything,” you hiss. “You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.”

He’s close now. Too close. You could shove him. You could kiss him. You don’t know which urge is stronger.

“God, you’re so arrogant—”

“And you’re in denial.”

You laugh bitterly. “About what, exactly?”

He takes another step. His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

“That you want me,” he says softly. “Even when you’re mad. Especially when you’re mad.”

Your pulse jumps. “You don’t know what I want.”

“I know how you sounded when I had you spread out under me.” His voice dips. “I know how you screamed my name.”

You shove him.

Hard.

He catches himself against the wall, laughing like it’s all a game.

You point a trembling finger at him. “You’re so fucking—so infuriating, and cocky, and confusing—”

“You’re the confusing one,” he snaps back. “You act like you hate me but you come the second I touch you. You beg for me like you’ll die without it—”

You scream. “Because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!”

Silence.

You’re breathing hard. He’s staring at you like you just cracked something open.

“I don’t…” Your voice shakes. “I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what you want from me, Jeongin.”

He stares.

Then?

He crosses the room in two strides — grabs your face — and kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s angry. Messy. Desperate.

You moan into his mouth, fists clutching his hoodie, and it’s like a dam breaks.

Clothes are pulled. Teeth clash. Fingers fumble. He lifts you like you weigh nothing and throws you on the bed.

“You want to fight?” he growls, climbing over you. “We’ll fight.”

His mouth crashes onto yours again, and you claw at his back, needy.

“You drive me insane,” he mutters against your throat.

“Good,” you snap, yanking his shirt over his head. “You deserve it.”

He growls, bites your shoulder, makes you gasp.

“Still think you hate me?” he pants, grinding against you.

You whimper. “Shut up.”

His hand flies to your throat again — gentle, just enough pressure to pin you to the moment.

“Make me.”

You do.

The kiss is fire. His hands are everywhere. You can’t get close enough.

Your shorts are gone before you even realize it, and his fingers slip between your thighs like they’ve missed this.

“You’re soaked,” he growls. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

You whimper. “Jeongin—”

“You gonna beg again, baby?” he taunts. “You want my cock that bad?”

You moan as he teases you, rubbing you slow and firm, right where you need it.

“Say it,” he whispers, voice dark. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you gasp. “*Fuck—*please, Jeongin—”

He groans. “Good girl.”

And then he’s sliding into you in one deep, perfect thrust — and you sob his name.

Every movement is raw now. Unfiltered. You wrap your legs around his waist and take it all, over and over.

He fucks you like he’s angry.

You take it like you’ve been starving for him.

The room is echoing with your moans, your gasps, the slap of skin on skin.

You feel him lean down, kiss your neck softer now. His voice breaks.

“I hate that I can’t stay away from you.”

You freeze.

It’s the first honest thing either of you has said in days.

You grab his face, kiss him hard. “I don’t want you to.”

After

You're lying on his chest, sweaty and spent, heart pounding. The air feels still now. Like you’ve both been put through a storm and somehow ended up on the other side.

He strokes your hair quietly.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you today,” he says softly. “I just didn’t know what we were doing.”

You close your eyes. “I didn’t either.”

“I thought if I acted like it didn’t mean anything, it wouldn’t.”

Your chest tightens.

“But it did,” he adds. “It does.”

You look up.

His eyes are soft now. No teasing. Just truth.

“I want you,” he says. “Not just in a hotel room. Not just during a fight. I want you for real.”

You blink. “You sure?”

He smiles faintly. “I think I’ve been sure since the first time you yelled at me over how to fold towels.”

You laugh through your tears.

“Still think I’m a brat?” you whisper.

“Always,” he grins. “But you’re my brat.”

You kiss him — slow this time. Like a promise.

And when you fall asleep, tangled in his arms, the last thing you hear is his voice in your ear.

“I’m not letting you go. You know that, right?”

You smile.

“Good.”

Breakfast – The Next Morning

You walk in wearing his hoodie again.

Chan stares. Seungmin raises his brows. Minho sips his coffee.

Jeongin just smirks, slides into the booth beside you, and drapes an arm around your shoulder.

“Sleep well?” Hyunjin asks, too casually.

You smirk, sipping your coffee. “Like a baby.”

Jeongin kisses your temple.

And no one says a word — but everyone knows.

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The air is crisp with that annoying kind of goodbye weather — too sunny to match the mood, but just cold enough to make you want to be back in bed.

Suitcases are being wheeled out of rooms, tossed into trunks. People are groggy, hoodies on, coffees in hand. The trip is officially over.

You’re stuffing your duffel into the back of Chan’s car when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, need help with that?”

You glance over your shoulder. Felix is there, smiling, bright despite the early hour. His hair is a bit messy, and he’s still wearing pajama pants, but he looks awake. Which is more than you can say for yourself.

“I’m good,” you say, then hesitate. “Actually… yeah, take this?”

You hand him your backpack and he tosses it in. There's a brief silence while the trunk closes.

Then—

“So…” You turn toward him. Felix is looking at you with that little grin that always means he knows something.

“You and Jeongin,” he says slowly. “Are you… like…?”

You blink. “Like what?”

He tilts his head. “You know. A thing. Dating. Hooking up. Making heart eyes when you think no one’s watching.”

Your stomach flips.

You laugh, but it comes out a little awkward. “Was it that obvious?”

He shrugs, smiling like he’s won a bet. “Only to everyone with eyes.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s… complicated.”

“Is it?” he asks, voice gentle.

You pause. “Okay, maybe not anymore.”

Felix raises a brow. “So, you are dating?”

You glance over your shoulder — and see Jeongin, across the lot, loading his suitcase into the back of another car. He’s in a hoodie, hair fluffy from sleep, and when he looks up, his eyes find yours instantly.

He doesn’t smile.

But he softens.

You feel it all over.

You smile a little, then look back at Felix. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “We are.”

Felix grins, warm and genuine. “Good.”

You blink. “Good?”

He nods, crossing his arms. “He’s different around you. Less of an asshole.”

You snort. “Wow. High praise.”

“I’m just saying,” Felix laughs. “He’s annoying, but… he likes you. Like, really likes you. I haven’t seen him this happy since—” he pauses, then smirks, “—well, ever.”

Your heart squeezes.

Across the lot, Jeongin closes the trunk and walks toward you. His hands are in his pockets, steps casual, but his eyes haven’t left you.

Felix nudges your arm. “Speak of the devil.”

You grin. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it,” he says, hopping into the car. “Just don’t kill each other on the drive back.”

You and Jeongin meet halfway.

He raises an eyebrow. “What’d Lix say?”

You shrug, playing it cool. “Just asked if we’re dating.”

Jeongin smirks. “What’d you say?”

You glance up at him, smirking right back. “Told him it was complicated.”

He laughs under his breath, then leans in, voice low. “Want to make it simple?”

Your breath hitches. “How simple?”

He brushes his fingers over yours. “You. Me. My car. Three hours of driving. One playlist. Maybe a few pit stops where I kiss you senseless.”

You pretend to consider. “Hm. Sounds tolerable.”

“Mm. Don’t lie.” He grins. “You love me.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

But when he opens the passenger door for you, you kiss him on the cheek before getting in.

And yeah… you kind of do.

Thanks for reading xx

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Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x reader. NSFW. Smut. Subish!Robby.

The entire house is suffocating you with silence.

Outside, the city's alive and well. Cars pass and honk, people yell, parties go on. Blissfully unaware of the tense bubble you're in, background noise for whatever is going on inside. 

Water pours into the sink until it fills up the glass Robby put under.  Seconds pass. It starts overflowing, filling the kitchen with soft metallic sounds of droplets, then streams, then it just becomes noise. He just stares at it, and you stare at him.

“That bad, uh?”

His shoulders are tense. You can see the way his hands are gripping onto the bar for dear life, knuckles white from how much strength he’s putting into it. He’s 6’1 of pure frustration, drawn tight like a rope. 

You feel a little guilty when heat spreads all over your body, but you can’t really help it. This Robby doesn’t come out often, the one that is so angry at the system, at the stupid comments he gets at work by his superiors, that he has to close his eyes and take a hundred deep breaths before he can speak coherently and not sound like a caged animal. 

You like it when he’s like this. He’s like a knot you just have to unravel, turn him into dust between your palms.

Slowly, you approach him. He doesn’t move a single inch, but his back seems to tense even more, feeling your body heat radiate into him. He’s burning up with so many things it’s intoxicating, makes your head spin. 

You’re careful when you press your hands against his back, feeling his muscles clench at your touch. He’s a mess, holding back by trying to control his breath. His face is damp, either water or sweat, maybe both. If he turned to look at you, you’re sure his pupils would be blown out. 

“You want to tell me about it?”

It doesn’t surprise you when he shakes his head. He’s barely keeping it together as it is, driven to the brink of insanity all day and worsening every second he feels your touch. You start rubbing your hands up and down, pressing your face to him. It makes him jump slightly, caught off guard by your breath fanning against his skin. 

“I think you should try to relax,” you tell him, pulling away slightly so you can start rubbing his shoulders a little. “It’s over now.”

His breath stutters when you wrap your arms around his waist, letting your hands wander low enough to play with the waistband of his pants without actually doing something about it. Your fingers draw lazy circles over his belly, then his chest. His breathing picks up almost imperceptibly, but you can feel every single change, electricity running between the two of you.

Hurried, he turns off the faucet and lets himself bend lower, pressing lightly against you. You let him, shifting until you’re almost by his side. The tips of his ears are bright red.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say he has a fever. His skin feels scorching hot in every point that’s rubbing against your own, but that may just be your own fire trying to swallow him.

“You’re here with me now,” you whisper at him, smiling slightly when his breath hitches again. “You can let go.”

His hand is shaking when he raises it to cover his face, biting at the meat of his palm to keep some form of composure. It just makes you want to break him to pieces even more, have him all for yourself. The rest of the world can fuck off for a few hours.

“Relax,” you urge, pulling him closer and twisting until you're standing face to face. The bridge of his nose is tinted pink, and he doesn’t dare look up. “Let me take care of you, Robby.”

He’s so sensitive right now that just those few words are his breaking point. He groans, bracing himself against the sink when you press your hips against his and feel how hot and hard he is already. You laugh at him a little, and he turns away to hide his face, flustered by how easy you get him delirious with desire. 

You let him for now, trailing up his neck with your mouth. His pulse is thundering under your lips, you’re so close it’s like being enveloped by him. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to grab your arm, but he does, and he pulls you impossibly closer, going after your touch.

“Please,” he pants, throwing his head back when you bite at his collarbone. “F-fuck, please.”

Warmth grows and spreads from your belly to your entire body. It’s so easy to turn him into a mess with the right words, the right touch. A power trip that gets to your head every single time you have him begging for attention.

“I’ll take care of you, babe, don’t worry.”

When you push yourself away from him, he whines, opening his eyes to stare at you like you just confessed to a crime. 

You were right. You can barely see the pretty brown that’s so characteristic of him, almost completely hidden by how dilated his pupils are. You grin up at him, taking in the sight of such a big, controlled man turned into a whiny mess just for you. 

You decide to give him a chance, pressing your mouth against his. His entire body shivers, grabbing the back of your head and letting you eat him alive, at your complete mercy. His kiss is desperate, full of the frustration you aim to pull out of him. The hunger swallows you both, rids you slowly of oxygen until you have no other choice but to separate.

Instead of talking, you decide to just pull his waistband open and bury your hand inside to grab his length.

He jumps so hard it knocks him back into the counter, but you don’t pay it any mind. It will be a nice reminder if he bruises, of how easy you can break him into this.

“Oh fuck, fuck.”

You rub your thumb over the tip, using the precum he’s already leaking as lube. His moans are so pretty, loud and stuttered in a vain attempt at holding them back. You kiss his cheek, resisting the urge to bite when his cheeks turn pink. 

“Feels good?”

He nods, mouth open and swollen. You stare at it, at the way his lower lip is pushed out and glistening from kissing you. The fucked out look suits him, so different from the composed doctor you’ve seen him be at his job.

You twist your wrist in circles, relishing in the way he squirms and groans. More precum leaks out, dirtying your hand until you’re filling the room with wet sounds. He presses his lips together, unconsciously pulling slightly back from your touch.

“Ta-take it easy,” he begs. You squeeze him harder, giggling when he jumps again. “F-fuck, please, I’m not gonna l-last.”

You tilt your head, speeding up your strokes just to have him gasp and grip your wrist. “What’s wrong with that?”

He lets out a breathy laugh so full of disbelief that it sends molten heat running down your legs. He gives up trying to make you stop, leans back and pulls you with him until the tip of your nose is almost touching his. 

“Y-you drive me fucking n-nuts,” he grits out. His hips start fucking into your fist, getting so much pleasure it’s making him dizzy. “Fuck, please don’t st-stop.”

“I won’t,” you promise him, giving him a quick peck that pulls a tiny gasp from him. “I want you to cum.”

There is no human power that could have kept him from doing what you ask of him. Just as he raises his hand to grab your head and crash his mouth against yours, his cock starts shooting cum all over your hand, getting his clothes dirty too. He pushes his moans into your mouth, and the whiny little breathless sounds that he always tries so hard to hide. His entire face is beet red, you can see it spreading down his neck and to his chest. 

He twitches in your hold as you keep pumping him, gasping and gripping you harder against him. He cums so much, an explosion of frustrations and anger and so much adoration for you. It leaks from his pores and seeps into your very soul. 

You only stop when he gently grabs your wrist, panting so hard it wrecks his entire body. It makes you giddy to see him so utterly destroyed by only your hands and your kisses, so willingly at your mercy after being in control all day.

He leans his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He interlaces your clean hand with his, kisses it. His body’s still shaking, soft and pliable.

“G-god, holy fuck.”

You laugh against his mouth when he kisses you again.

[nochepsicodelica]

Mornings with the clingy bear (Toji my beloved <3) when he wakes up before you, but there's no agenda for the day so he just gets to watch you sleep until you wake up on your own. Despite how much he dislikes when you sleep in without him, being able to admire your peaceful, sleeping features makes up for it. Who would ever assume that this sleeping princess could be capable of wreaking so much havoc, but also be the one screaming mayday? He swears you'll give him a heart attack one day. He's too old for your insanity, but god, he wouldn't ask you to change a thing and he's not dying to get away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The closer you are, the better.

He was careful not to move too fast, to not wake you up as he traced your dormant features. Green eyes roamed over your lips, your cheeks, your nose and your eyes. He had to fight the urge to not roughly drag you closer towards him and squeeze the life out of you.

Your eyebrows pinch and your nose scrunches, your eyes still shut. "Ugh, it's like you're pointing a laser at my forehead," you croak, pulling the blanket up to cover your face. You're stirring under the blanket, on the brink of waking up. If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his tail would be thumping against the bed <3

You throw the blanket off your head, a lazy smile on your face that heavily contrasted your tone from a couple minutes ago. His attention causes you to giggle. He's so focused on you, it's hard not to laugh.

Finally, you're awake so he can pull you closer. You're already touching, but you're not wedged together and that's exactly what he needs in this moment.

"What's that giggle about? Huh?" He asks, pulling your body right up against his. His nose pokes your cheek, his lips resting on the space just below it, luring another laugh from you.

"You woke me up, like you always do, Toji. I can't ever sleep in with you," you say, no bite to your words at all.

"That's too bad, isn't it? It's why I tell you to go to sleep at a reasonable time yet you still go to sleep past midnight, hm?"

"Whatever."

"Mhm, whatever," he says, copying you. "Whatever, until tomorrow morning when I do it again, but with less mercy."

You groan and turn to face him. You can't even be annoyed with him when he looks so good.

"There are so many things you can do without me in the morning," you say, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing his skin, affectionately. "You can... go on a walk or watch TV. Ooo, you can get breakfast going so that when I wake up, it's ready."

He mimics the gentleness of your touch on his cheek, his palm rubbing your lower back. "Don't wanna. That's boring."

"Tojii," you whine, removing your hand from his face, attempting to turn away from him.

"Without you," he corrects, using the hand he has on your back to prevent you from getting too far. "Why make breakfast alone when we can do it together?"

"You mean I cook and you either just watch or you get in my way?"

"You know it, mama," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

"It's literally eight in the morning, Toji. You should be thrown in jail for disturbing my slumber," you say, attempting to distract him from the color that spreads onto your cheeks.

"Nah, you'd miss me." A smug grin creeps its way onto his lips.

"Mm..." you hum, acting like you're unsure if that's a certain fact. This is you wreaking havoc. You say and do a lot of things that drive him crazy, and now—with proof—even just humming out a response will do that to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all," you say, the hint of a smile on your face.

"No?" If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his ears would be down and his tail would no longer be wagging </3

You sigh. "I'm messing with you. You know I would miss you like hell."

"Oh, really?" He scoffs, in disbelief. "You're ice cold for that, mama. Need me to warm you up, huh?" He says, gliding the hand he has on your lower back across the expanse to grip your waist.

You put your hand over his. "Nope. This blanket is keeping me warm. It does the job just fine."

"I'm better than the blanket," he argues, rolling onto you, unexpectedly.

You groan before you laugh at the feeling of the spontaneous weight laid on top of you, your chest barely able to move with the gesture because of the iron-like hold he had on you. An unbreakable bear hug, if you will :(

"Toji," you say, voice strained yet still managing to muster out your giggling. "Toji, you're crushing me."

"Mm..." he hums, dismissively. He buries his face into your neck, sparing some kisses for it while he listens up close to the sound of your groans of being compressed, mixed with laughter, as you try to push him off. This is you shouting mayday after the chaos you made for yourself and Toji has no intention of swooping in to save you from himself.

You eventually surrender, because all your pushing is futile against Toji, who wasn't moved an inch by you. Lying on you and holding you so tight was beginning to backfire on him. He was starting to feel more like a heated, weighted blanket on you, now. It was reeling in your tiredness, again.

"Mmm... I could fall back asleep like this. Please, can I, baby?" you mumble, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah? Now you're comfortable?" He asks, teasingly, while watching you relax under him.

"You're warmer," you admit. "And clearly more suitable for cuddling."

"You're trynna butter me up, aren't you?" He says, sighing into your neck, tiredness returning to him as well.

"Maybe... One more hour, baby. Please? All I need is one more hour," you say, bringing your arms up onto his back. "I won't complain later when you make me take a nap with you," you add, to further bribe him. "We can do anything you want, too. Nothing is off limits." You turn your head and press a kiss to his temple.

He sighs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's hard to say no to all of that. You gonna be real sweet to me later today?"

"Of course. I'm gonna smother you and be so disgustingly affectionate that you'll want to sleep on the couch tonight for some separation."

He bites. Being loved on by you anytime sounds like a dream. Space will never be his response to your affection, when he thrives off of it.

"Fine," he grumbles, like it was hard for him to come to his decision. "Only one more hour. Gonna stay here, though, since i'm already comfortable."