#there is little that will stop him from biting hook line and sinker

[paarksunghoon]

part two for this (https://www.tumblr.com/paarksunghoon/764887604741210112/heeseung-with-a-corruption-kink-and-maybe-size?source=share) please…Heeseung corrupting her into fucking 🤤

part 2 to this drabble

warnings: subtle (?) manipulation but not really because she wants it, she’s just shy

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Heeseung’s got you on your back with the pillows situated underneath your head for support while he leans down to kiss your lips once before pulling back. He’s bare from the waist down and all you’re wearing is sheer tank top. His breath touches your lips. Paired with the way his dick is sliding between your folds, it almost makes you feel like you’re losing your mind.

“Let me stick it in,” he whispers, pushing his lips to kiss your neck softly. His feather-like touches make you shiver.

You don’t say anything yet. The boy on top of you keeps his ear close to your mouth and your soft whimpers make him hornier by the second. You hear the wet splashes and how it sounds as he glides right against your wet pussy, and it almost convinced you to give in.

“It’ll feel so good,” he says against your neck. “Are you scared, baby?”

“A little…”

Heeseung brings his head up and pushes your bottom lip with his thumb as his dick catches your clit. “Are you a virgin?”

You shake your head. “It’s just…it’s been a while.” Heeseung grunts from above you. His warm cock feels alright against you. You’d probably be really tight, tighter than the girls he sleeps with.

“I’ll make it feel like the first time.” He grinds even slower, letting his dick make its way up to nudge your clit at its own pace. “I’ll make you come as many times as you want, I swear.”

You bite your lip and look up at the ceiling. “You already do.”

“Mm, yeah I do. But I’ll make you come with my dick inside of you. Don’t you want to feel good too?”

“I don’t know…”

“I love grinding, don’t get me wrong, but…” Heeseung lifts his hips just high enough to rest the tip of his dick against your hole. “Grinding only does so much, ya know? Fucking though…your pussy’s gonna love it.” He pushes the head inside and loves the way you gasp and clench his biceps.

Ever since that might a few weeks ago, Heeseung hasn’t been able to get you anywhere farther than grinding, sometimes with or without clothes. He has his share of girls to hookup with when he needs hard and fast sex, but he can’t deny that the slow pace you set keeps him on his toes. He loves that lovey dovey shit in between his rough hookups but he won’t admit that to you. You’re a pallet cleanser for him.

He thinks he might be addicted to the change in pace when he’s with you because you don’t really expect him to be anything or anyone when you’re both together. You let yourself be pleasured in a way other girls don’t. Heeseung enjoys the high intensity he gets with other people but, mostly, he likes that he doesn’t have to think too hard when he’s with you. It’s probably why he keeps coming back even though you haven’t let him fuck you yet. So far, you’re the only person who can get him to stop what he’s doing or leave whoever he’s with for the chance to actually hook up.

“See?” Heeseung says when you clench around his tip. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…” His tongue licks against yours and captures another moan from you when he starts to thrust only his cock head into you.

“You’d love the way I fuck.” Something about your silence and compliance underneath him makes him crazy. Heeseung seems to let go of his demanding person when he’s got you in his bed and finds himself talking you through it.

“Oh yeah?”

Heeseung smirks against you. Hook, line, and sinker. “Yeah. I know you want that kind of sex, baby. I feel it every time you sit on my lap and get yourself off.” You feel him push another inch in when he speeds up his hips. “I’ll make you come as many times as you want. I promise.”

“Do you…do this? With other girls?”

Heeseung raises an eyebrow. “Do what? Fuck?”

You look always. “N-No…do you make them cream?” He pushes even more of himself inside you just thinking about it.

“All the time,” he moans. “Love it when my girls get all wet like that. It’ll be hot when you do it too.” You clench again. “Ohhh. That felt good. Do you like it when I talk about how I fuck?”

You suck even more of him inside of you. He grins wickedly. “You’re so dirty, aren’t you? My shy little thing, have you been hiding?” Heeseung laughs. “I prep them all nice so they’re sopping wet. Some like it when I fuck them dry at first. Others like it when I show no mercy and make them all creamy.

“Everyone loves it when I come inside, though. They always tell me it feels so good. It’s good for me, too. Love watching it drip out of their pussies.”

Your legs wrap around his body as his hand comes to grip one of yours. Heeseung pushes the rest of himself all the way in and drinks in the way you moan into his mouth. His pelvis touches yours and he grunts right into you.

“I like the slow sex with you, though,” he says honestly. There’s a lot of truth behind it, even if he can’t figure out why. “I don’t do the whole kissing thing, you know. Just with you.”

You snort. “Sure.”

“It’s true.” He bends down to kiss you and mumbles against your lips. “I’ve wanted your pussy around me more than anything.”

You barely speak above a whisper. “I want you.”

“Yeah?” Heeseung picks up the pace and feels your chest bounce against him. “Want my dick?” He moves like he’s on autopilot when you nod, keeping the slower pace until you give him a signal to go faster. “We’ll get you up there soon.”

“To where?”

He chuckles. “Rough sex, sweetheart. I know you want it. You clench every time I talk about it.”

“Mm, yeah…”

“Don’t worry, baby.” He kisses your lips again. “It’ll take some time but that’s okay, right? I’ll have you get used to me until you’re ready. We can practice until you get there.”

“We can?”

His cock slides in and out of you like some kind of physical prayer. “As much as you want, sweetheart. All day and all night. Whenever you want.”

You don’t say anything. He feels your arms encircling his shoulders and that tells him everything he needs to know. Speeding up his hips, Heeseung fucks you well into the night and you lose count of how many times he makes you come.

Despite himself, he stays the night.

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[ellaa-writes]

Gym rat König who fucks you in the locker room shower. (not edited)

He saw you first, walking up to the squat machine. Wearing tight black legging and just a sport bra. It was nearing midnight, König only came to the gym at night. Like a creature out of a horror movie, emerging from his crypt to do some weight lifting.

He couldn't stop staring, you must know he was staring. You probably did it on purpose, with the way your dressed, out late at night. Setting your water bottle down beside the machine you.

Watching you has you worked out, König long forgot what he was even doing to begin with. The heavy weights still in his hands, he let them drop to the floor without a thought. A loud thud rang though the gym, making you flinch and reel your head in his direction.

This was his opportunity, pulling at the bottom of his tank. He lifted it up to wipe off the sweat building on his forehead. Making sure his abs and chest were on full display. Hell he even flexed a little just to make sure you were looking. Hook, line and sinker, you snapped your head away as a blush crept up your chest to your face.

Today wasn't leg day, but for you it sure was. König sauntered over to the leg press machine which so happens to be right beside your machine. Giving it a quick wipe down before he looked in your direction and did his signature goofy smile, gummy and all.

"Haven't seen you here before." he called out to you, his accent thicker than usual. He was really laying it all on you. "I've been a few times but usually to busy." you replied back in between grunts. König watched has you worked up a sweat. Noticing your poor form and using that has an excuse to get closer.

"You're going to hurt yourself that way." he said nonchalantly, pointing to your back. You let the weights gently down as you sat facing him. "Leaning forward to much, watch I'll show you." he rose from his machine. Reaching you in one big step, he was so much bigger closer up. Like a skyscraper kissing the clouds, he had a surgical mask over the lower half of his face. But you still heard him like he was whispering in your ear.

You stepped back has König showed you the proper form. Doing one squat before he ushered you back to the machine. Helping you get the bar on your shoulders. His hand on your lower back, so big and wide and warm as hell. His other hand resting on your lower stomach, telling you to squat and you did. Feeling no pain as you did so, König asked "Better?" hands still on you. You just nodded your head, to dizzy to answer.

He stepped away but not far before you called out "If you don't mind, can you do that again. So I can get a better idea." König's heart started to pound as another sleezy smile spread across his face. He could show you a few more moves if you wanted, he said with a raise of an eyebrow.

Lucky for the both of you the gym was quiet dead that night. You, him and three others. He followed you back to the locker room, and into the showers. You shoved him in first, before following after and closing the curtains tight.

Konig had your leg slinged across his shoulder, your back pressed against the shower tile. The hot steam of the water filling the small enclosure. You other leg wrapped around his waist has he pounded your pussy.

He's whimpering and babbling in German, peppering your neck and chest in small kiss and bites. You nails digging into his back, panting like a bitch in heat. His thick cock hitting all the right spots, the tip bullying against your spongy cervix. His magic fingers working the bud of your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles.

The door to the locker room swung open, both you and König froze. His cock twitching inside your warm wet pussy. Listening to the sound of someone walking around, rummaging in their belongings before the always started up a shower.

Konig began to lazily pump his cock into you, slow thrusts that made your whole body buzz with need. You whined out causing König to cover your mouth with his hand. Leaning into your ear to shush you. And you tried, oh god you tried.

Letting his hand fall back down between your bodies. Working your clit once again and his thrusts became more focused and hard. The sound of the water pelting against the tiles drowning out the lewd noises coming from your stall.

You were so close, he could feel it. He was right their with you, snapping his hips harshly into your own. He was building you up until it all came crashing down. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your moan, your pussy convulsing around his cock. König could help himself, pumping his thick load into you. Grunting out before he bite his own tongue.

After a few silent moments between you to, the shower a few stalls over turned off. The curtain being yanked open and a few minutes later you bother were alone again.

He slowly washed his cum from your cunt, down on his knees. Looking up into your eyes he asked "Wanna go have a bite to eat?"

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[the-californicationist]

The Powder Keg

John Price has just spent the whole afternoon teaching his new recruit how to shoot, and after pining for her all day, he’s about ready to burst, just like a powder keg…

Hot, steaming water sprayed out of the shower head and soaked his burnt, pink skin. When he took in a deep breath, it was humid and heavy, filling his lungs with more moisture than air, leaving him panting and weak from the heat of it. But, he let it suffocate him. He allowed it to obfuscate his senses, to coat his mouth like a gag, to stop him from calling out for her. John Price was so damn close to forgetting himself. He pulled his imaginary muzzle tighter, just in case.

He’d spent the better part of the day in the frigid sands in some Urzikstani Green zone, teaching his new sergeant to shoot his M-16. She was a good marksman, but she was unfamiliar with the desert’s unforgiving winds, and she needed to see how he had set his sights. It shouldn’t have taken so long for him to help her, and if he was before Peter at those gates of pearl and splendor, forced to tell the truth, he had chosen to keep her there. He’d been selfish, preferring to watch her laying there, prone and panting, firing bullet after bullet, all to please her captain. It was the betrayal of the sun that had ruined his gluttony. It had set behind the dunes, forcing John to come indoors and try to wash off all of his sin. 

Price had been hard all day. Seeing her plump arse in those canvas pants, looking down at her, concentrating and vulnerable in the sand… it was enough to drive him wild. Now, here he was, gripping his heavy rod like a teenager, squeezing himself tight enough to see stars. 

The soap and the suds had all washed away, but the billowing steam had remained. He felt each scalding droplet stinging against his sun-ravaged skin, and he used it like a million little flogs, punishing himself for his thoughts of her. She, in the inky blackness of his mind, had been… everywhere. She was stripping for him, peeling away each article of clothing, each layer of her uniform with calculated effort, revealing herself to him bit by bit. He was watching as her fingers dug into the band of her pants, sliding them down her thick thighs, showing off her tattooed skin, uncovering scars like tiny secrets. Secrets only he could know. 

She was grabbing his cock. It was her hand tugging him hard, not his. Her palm slipping over his rosy head, her fingers slipping his foreskin down his shaft, her mouth…

“Unghh…” John leaned against the cold tile, trying to calm himself down. His forehead dug into the white ceramic, rolling across it, trying to find some relief to his torment.

He knew her mouth would feel so sweet. She would plant a delicate little kiss on the top of it, wouldn’t she? She was so kind. She would be so kind to him. An old dog who didn’t deserve it. Not one lick. And yet, she would lick him. Her tongue would lap around his thick base, purring at his size, gassing him up, pumping his ego. Maybe it would be the truth. Either way, he’d buy it; hook, line, and sinker. 

“Baby, baby, baby…” He’d name her. She’d be his. His woman. His everything. She’d steal his breath like this impenetrable steam.

The tip of her tongue would find that ridge, the one tucked under his head, the one just below his hole, and she’d suckle at it, just as if she was pulling venom from a snake bite, like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. 

Maybe she would be willing to sit across his lips, giving herself to him like a feast to a starving man. She would taste like nectar, and it would coat his tongue, sticky and cloying, painting his palate and filling his nose. He would learn her scent, burying himself into it, finding himself within her taste and her warmth. 

Then, mercifully, perhaps she would take him inside of her, deep into her body. He would sink into her, down into her depths. Engulfed. Surrounded. At her mercy. Perhaps she would use those soft muscles to hold him in, to clutch at him like a hungry, suckling mouth. 

His hand tightened around his head and the rhythmic milking noises of his self-made pleasure filled the tiny shower like a perpetual echo. He began to fuck his grip, rutting wildly into his palm, coating his callused skin in precome. He was dripping from the shower, but nothing was slipperier than his wet pleasure. It made his cock slide even faster through his huge hand, helping his head burrow itself into his fingers. 

John wanted it to be real. He dreamt, with his eyes squeezed shut, of the way her legs would part for him, spread like the petals of a flower, soft and pliant like a little, pink rose. As he jerked his hand across his pulsing head, he imagined what it would be like to rub himself amongst her delicate folds. He almost came from the thought, shuddering, catching himself against the wall, whimpering like he was pressing into a bruise. 

A little faster. A little more friction. He grunted, unable to hold his voice inside of him, desperate and feral. 

Her eyes, gleaming and beautiful, looking up at him, calling his name. 

And that was enough to do it. He came, crying out for her…

“Oh, fuck… baby…” 

“Captain?”

His blood went cold, and when he heard her voice, he froze, letting his come leak out of his balls, coating his hands and flooding over his knuckles. 

The curtain hissed as she pulled it away from the wall, her eyes traveling all over his body, appraising him and approving. She smiled, a little coy,

“Got room for one more?”

[kingtomura]

Love Spell

Summary: He knows he’s got you hook, line and sinker by the way you bite your lip and make room for him between your legs. It’s so desperate it almost disgusts him.  You are Shigaraki's biggest fan and he wants to break you.  Cw: Tomura shigaraki x female reader, slight yandere reader, shigaraki has a hero kink, mean shigaraki, degradation, choking, spit kink, dumbification, pro hero reader, traitor hero reader, controlling/possessive shigaraki, dacryphillia, intercrural, unhealthy relationships, begging, praise, mdni wc: 3.3k | crossposted to ao3

You feel dirty. 

You feel dirty, cold and disgusting every time you do this, but you just couldn’t stop. 

You can’t remember when it started or who made the first move on who, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re here now, under him as he leers over you, grin wild and wicked knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. 

“What’s going on in there, hero?” Shigaraki questions you, his body towering over you as his legs straddle your thighs. 

You know better than to lie to him. 

“N-nothing.” You meekly reply hoping he’ll be satisfied with your answer and move on. 

He brings a hand down, holding your cheeks together and you wish he would lean down, get closer, give you more. “That’s right,” his voice is low and filled with amusement, “nothing going on in that dumb little brain of yours.”

This time you whimper, thighs pressing together to hide your arousal. It would only be dragged out more if he knew how much his words turned you on. 

“Stupid little hero. What are you here for?”

“Y-you.” You squeeze through pressed cheeks. 

The answer does not satisfy him this time. “What about me?”

“Your cock. I came here for your coc— ah!” Your words are cut short as he flips you over, cheeks mushing into his dark pillow. 

Shigaraki wastes no time disintegrating your shorts and dragging your underwear down playfully slow. 

It drives you mad. 

“No! No— Shigaraki, I-I want to see your face, please!” You beg and it would be pathetic to your own ears if you weren’t so horny. 

The low rumble of his chuckle has arousal pooling in your belly and you can almost feel the slick sliding down your cunt. 

“You want to see my face?” He mimics and you nod as best you could with your face pressed down. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And you’re back on your back, sigh of relief falling from your lips as you meet Shigaraki’s red gaze. 

He leans forward and you feel your heart rate rise, his hair brushing your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “but don’t think this means I’ll go soft on you, hero.”

You nod, uncaring and wanting nothing but him — too smitten by his proximity to really care how he treats you. 

His smile should insight fear, make you curl away and run, but it only spurs on the warm feeling in your chest even more. 

He knows he’s got you hook, line and sinker by the way you bite your lip and make room for him between your legs. 

It’s so desperate it almost disgusts him. 

You are Shigaraki's biggest fan and he wants to break you. 

A hero is still a hero, traitor or not. But there’s nothing in the rules against using the prettiest one he’s ever seen for his own benefit. Especially when she becomes such a loyal puppy for him in his bed. 

He pulls down his own pants, cock red and leaking at the ordeal and the sight of it makes you reach forward. You want to take him into your hand and take care of him yourself but he stops you, slapping your hand away in disgust. 

“Don’t touch me.” He hisses, eyes filled with vitriol and anger. You nod and lean back, waiting eagerly for him to touch you. 

It’s never the other way around — Shigaraki has made that clear more than once. 

He lazily drags a finger between your folds, the touch making your hips jump forward in surprise. You’re so wet the slide is easy. 

“Whatcha’ so wet for, slut?” He questions slowly pressing his index finger into your sopping cunt, forcing a moan from your throat. His finger reaches deep and it has you gasping, fighting with everything you could to refrain from fucking yourself on it. 

You knew better. If you tried to take more than he offered, he would take it away. 

So it’s to your delight when Shigaraki takes pity on you and pushes a second digit in, dropping the rest of his body down to lap at the sensitive area of your neck. 

You moan unabashedly, glee of the stretch making you dizzy, but it doesn’t end there.

Shigaraki takes his time, gliding his fingers in and out of your cunt, searching diligently for that sweet spot inside that drove you mad. He presses deeper, pulling a gasp from you as he finds exactly what he’s looking for, abusing the spongy spot as he sucks dark bruises into the column of your neck. 

The push and pull is intoxicating and you feel the warmth in your abdomen spread as the feelings become more and more intense. Shigaraki nips at your neck, the sharp pain pulling your focus back to his ministrations and you chance tangling your fingers in his ashen locks. 

He allows it, you can even feel the small grin sneaking onto his face and you’re sure you’ve done the right thing. 

You should have known better. 

Tomura takes your distraction in stride, pressing a thumb to your sensitive clit and massaging it along with his other movements. The pressure is so intense you almost fall apart then and there.

Almost.

Shigaraki has shown you time and time again that nothing is ever easy. He wouldn’t let you cum so soon — and he doesn’t. No, he takes his fingers away from you and sits back, taking in the sight of your ruined orgasm. 

“You didn’t think I'd let you go that easy, did you?” His grin is wicked as you writhe below him, forcing yourself not to reach down and finish the job on your own. 

“N-no.” Your response is meek, but he enjoys it. Shigaraki leans down, face so close and you feel lost in his carmine eyes — you can’t help yourself when it happens. 

You lean forward to kiss him, feeling captivated by his gaze and Tomura swiftly turns his head, avoiding your lips and leaving you high and dry.

He scoffs, pulling away once more to give you a halfhearted glare. “No, thanks, hero.”

Begging was on the tip of your tongue, only stopped by Shigaraki hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, putting your cunt on full display for his eyes only. 

The chill of the room made you shiver, but you didn’t dare shy away from him. 

“Such a pretty cunt, such a pretty girl. Too bad you’re a dumb little hero.” His hand is uncharacteristically gentle as he rubs your smooth thigh. 

His words pull a whine from your throat, eagerness getting the better of you as you stir, ready for anything else he would give you. 

Shigaraki grabs your other leg, throwing it over his shoulder as well while his cock rests on your pelvis.

It’s thick and heavy on your abdomen, already leaking precum onto your stomach and near your navel. You feel the heat pool between your legs at the thought of his cock bruising your insides with its girth. The thought is electrifying and you squirm under his touch.

Shigaraki seems to finally take some pity on you as he starts to thrust, pressing your thighs together. They are soft and plush under his grip and he moans at the friction. 

You can’t beg him, if he knows you want him inside he’ll just continue to fuck your thighs, cumming all over your stomach while he lectures you about patience — leaving you horny and unsatisfied.

So you wait, allowing him to fuck your thighs while you watch his eyes close and sparse brows furrow at the sensation. 

He gets lost in the feeling and looks down at you, his ruby red gaze pulling you into a trace. “You want me to cum like this?” He asks through thrusts. 

You don’t, but you know he just might if you tell him that. 

“Y-yes. Whatever you want.” You hope he believes you. 

Shigaraki’s lids lowered, the unamusement plain on his face and you know you’ve fucked up. 

“Liar.” He spits and you whimper. “Fine, I’ll give it to you, just stop looking at me with those eyes.”

He spreads your legs once more and kneads the sensitive parts of your inner thighs. It makes you cry out. 

“Shut up,” he spits, sneer on his mouth as he straightens up, sliding his cock between your wet folds and pumping it with your slick. “Before I really give you something to cry about.”

You worry your lip, tired of the game and downright sick of the waiting. 

“You know what,” he ponders as he lines the thick head of his cock with with your entrance, “I just might.” 

His smile is wicked as he gives you no time to mull over his words, instead choosing to fill you completely and suddenly, the ache of the stretch makes you cry out, eyes pressed shut at the intrusion. 

“What?” he questions, wasting no time setting a heavy pace, hips pulling back only to snap forward, shoving his cock further into your soft walls. “Thought you wanted it, hero?”

You reach a hand back, gripping the pillow beside your head as you try to hold on to your tears. The throb of the stretch was nothing compared to the rough rhythm the villain set. You couldn’t hold your cries in if you tried, but you knew Shigaraki would only try to make them louder. 

“Yeah, that's it,” he murmurs, steady pace rocking you against the bed with a force that slowly drives you up towards his headboard, “cry for me.”  

Tomura’s red gaze is locked on yours as he drags his hand up your body and to your breast, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. You moan out at the action and gasp as he tweaks a perky nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

He slowly moves his hand up further, reaching the column of your neck as he failed to hide his grin. 

His hand is large as it wraps around your neck, four fingers down and one dangerously close. It was close enough to make you sweat. It was a threat. Don’t move too much or I’ll slip, he would tell you. It scared you to your core but god it turned you on, too. 

You gasp at the feeling, fear furthering your dizzy pleasure.

“Open your mouth.” Shigaraki commands, and you oblige — eager to please. “Stick your tongue out.” You do, causing him to chuckle. 

“You look fucking stupid.” He leans over sticking his own tongue out and you watch as the slick clear spit drips from his tongue down into your mouth.  

“Swallow it.” His words are sharp and you do as you are told, hoping that maybe he would give you a reward, but he doesn’t — you receive only a dark laugh in return. “Nasty bitch.” 

His words are filled with vitriol, but you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you. Shigaraki closes his eyes, pounding into you as his fingers press onto your neck. 

The pressure makes you gasp, vision going blurry. 

Shigaraki can’t help it, he can’t help the way your pretty cries fizzle out when he presses too tightly or holds on for a little too long. Deep down, he feels like you deserve it. It's his own special way of knocking you down a peg — of knocking all heroes down in more ways than one. 

You can tell he is getting lost in it by the way his rhythm is smooth and he has the perfect amount of pressure on your neck that makes your brain fuzzy and makes you see stars. 

But what he doesn’t know is that he’s driving into you so good and it’s making your eyes roll back with the way the head of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot inside. It doesn’t help that he's only picked up the pace, mistaking your silent cries for overstimulation. 

He’s hitting it over and over again, each brush sending jolts of pleasure up your spine and try as you may but you just can’t keep holding on. 

Tears build in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you realize you won't last much longer. The pressure inside of you was getting tighter and tighter as your thighs began to squeeze around his waist. 

You’re close.

So close and you can’t stop it when it happens — your brows furrow as your thighs tense at the sensation.

You’re about to cum and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

You can’t even make a sound because Shigaraki is squeezing your throat again and that’s all it takes. It pushes you over, back arching as waves of pleasure shoot through your body. 

The feeling is so good and you can't stop the tears from escaping now, body in a state of extended euphoria as your lungs struggle to inhale more air into them. 

It's an accident, an honest accident that you couldn’t have stopped if you tried, but you know the man above you would never see it that way. 

“Did you— did you just cum on my cock?” You can see the anger through the lust in his eyes as he slows his pace down to a much more shallow thrust. It makes you shiver. 

“Yes! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Shigaraki—“

“God, you’re such a slut.” He huffs, like this ordeal was no more than a mere inconvenience instead of a mind numbing orgasm. 

You feel relieved, fully believing he would not punish you for something you couldn’t control.

You’re wrong. 

In an instant, Shigaraki pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and caging you beneath him. 

“You feel so needy, right?” he questions, pulling a whine from your throat, “Needy girls just want to cum don’t they? You don’t need to see my face.”

At this, you feel the thick press of two fingers sinking into your cunt, the slick from your orgasm making them slide in with ease as the smooth feeling of Shigaraki’s digits bring tears to your eyes. 

“I do, Shigaraki, please—” you start, ready to beg for his forgiveness. You would do anything to get him to fuck you within an inch of your life again, “A-Ah—!”

He wastes no time in continuing his attack on your sensitive walls, pulling a cry from your throat as you writhe from the overstimulation. You've already cum once and the added pressure of his fingers pinpointing your sweet spot is only driving you closer and closer to another one. 

Your mind feels muddled as you have no choice but to lay there and take the pace Shigaraki has set with his fingers, the rising pleasure making your toes curl as even more tears fall from your eyes and onto his dark pillow. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” he murmurs, loving the submission you’ve given him. 

Shigaraki presses down on your back, pinky carefully raised as he his other hand goes in and out, pace ruthlessly steady as he pulls you towards another climax. 

Overstimulated and crying, you are only along for the ride as Shigaraki forces another orgasm from your already wracked body, the slick juices coating his fingers and feeding the fuel to his fire. 

“Oh, fuck.” he breathes, riding out your climax as you cry into his pillow, it feels electric as he carries you through it. 

You can’t help the next words that leave your lips, too intoxicated by the ongoing pleasure given to you by the man above. 

“I’m sorry, Tomura!” you blubber, tears blinding your vision as you gasp for air. You're drooling on the pillow and ruining his sheets but you can't stop — it just feels too good. “I love you!”

Tomura is behind you, caging you on the bed, his warm tongue licking the tears from your cheeks. “You love me? Well, isn't that cute.” 

He doesn’t say it back, he never says it back but you tell him anyway. What else could this overwhelming need for him be called?

He doesn’t give you a second to breathe as he flips you back over and slides back in — picking back up on his aggressive pace while you fight to stay coherent. 

He’s fucking you so hard and so deep you barely register the crown of your head knocking against the headboard from his thrusts. 

“The pretty, dumb little hero is in love with the villain, hm?”

You’re openly crying, the tears flowing freely as you writhe from overstimulation. 

“But it’s okay. I’ll guide you — I’ll help you.” He rants on, thrusts only getting rougher. “I’ll show you how much the heroes don’t care about you — I’ll educate you. Teach you a lesson.” 

You’re whining, keening high and needy as you feel your next orgasm approaching. 

“You want that? Want me to fuck you stupid and bring you to my side?”

You nod, desperately chasing your high again. 

Shigaraki is amused. “Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just get you pregnant and leave you. Tell your little hero friends you got knocked up by a villain, hm?” He’s close to your ear, his hair tickles as it fans over your cheek.

You didn't care what he asked of you at this point, you were inches away from your third peak of the night and you would agree to walk with him into hell if it meant he would make you see those stars again. 

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, having reached a conclusion, “I think you’ll make a good example.”

You feel caught in a trance as Shigaraki continues his pace, eyes locked on yours as his mischievous grin widens. He loves to see you broken and needy. But you knew, deep down, he would never stop calling you to his bed, no matter how many times he’s threatened you. 

His eyes close, getting lost in the pleasure as his strokes begin to stutter and become uneven.

“Gonna cum — where do you want it?” His sparse brows furrowed as he pistons into you. 

“Inside, inside!” You beg and it’s a mistake. 

Tomura would never give you what you want. 

He pulls out at the last second, pumping his cock and sighing in relief as he spurts rope after rope of milky white right onto your cunt. A few of the solid streaks hit your clit and make you jolt from its pressure.

You should have known he wouldn’t listen to your pleas.. 

He leaves you high and dry, cunt pulsing around nothing as you cum for the third time tonight. It would have upset you more if he hadn’t wrecked you so thoroughly beforehand. 

Shigaraki watches as you come down from your high, eyes glossy as the tears on your cheeks begin to dry. You couldn’t move if you wanted to and you’re thankful he hasn’t kicked you out yet.

No, he does something that shocks even you from your blissed out stupor. 

Shigaraki leans down and captures your lips in a deep, chaste kiss. One that goes no further than a press of the lips but sends your heart racing. 

He pulls back only a sliver and then you see it. 

It's only a flash, and then it's gone again. 

You notice the way his eyes soften ever-so-slightly as he pulls away further.

Lust, want, longing. 

Shigaraki can lie to himself as much as he wants to, but you know the truth.

Love is not the opposite of hate and there is such a thin line between the two.

Tomura Shigaraki is not immune to raw emotion, no matter how much he claims to be.

So you lie there, catching your breath and knowing he would make you leave soon, but knowing he would call you back all the same. 

But it's okay — you would keep chipping away at his resolve in the meantime. 

You know that it’s only a matter of time until he cracks.

[pomefioredove]

HIYYYAAAA

JUST SAW THE FLRITY PROMPTS EVENT!

What do you say about Lilia with "Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

I would say hgghh💕💖❤️

summary: "don't bite your lip, I want to do that" type of post: short fic characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is kinda implied to be yuu but doesn't have to be, not proofread, Lilia is shamelessly flirty thank u a part of this event

There are very few things that still manage to catch Lilia by surprise.

At his age, he's simply running out of new experiences; school, politics, even the wonderful world of the internet have started becoming monotonous and boring, leaving him in a slump.

Perhaps, then, that's why he's taken such an interest in you.

Such an intriguing little creature, he thinks, watching you from the shadows of the Diasomnia lounge.

You'd come by to drop something off for Malleus, the sweet thing that you are, and, once again, Lilia finds himself shamelessly staring.

He knows he shouldn't, but, oh, he truly can't help himself!

He inches closer. Lilia can't help but wonder what sort of noise you'll make when he startles you this time. A gasp? A shout, perhaps? Maybe even a cute little squeak... the thought of that is strangely exciting to him.

Only one way to find out.

He drops out of the shadows, blocking you from the exit just as you turn towards it. "Hello!"

And... Nothing.

You smile. "Ah... hello again, Lilia. Did Malleus tell you I was coming?"

His arms fall to his sides with a pout. Nothing? Nothing at all? You look at him like he has something stuck in his teeth.

"He may have mentioned," Lilia sighs. "You're impossible to tease these days. It's quite disappointing, really."

You smile slightly, much to his bemusement. He hates letting you have the upper hand... "Maybe I've started anticipating your pranks. You'll just need to find some new material,"

New material...? He scoffs. You're not even the least bit concerned about him!

"It used to be so easy to get a rise out of you. Humans change far too fast," he laments.

"Now I'll never get to see that flustered look on your face ever again! Or I'll have to come up with something new to tease you with..."

"Orrrr... you could just not tease me at all?"

He chuckles, shaking his head as if you had just said something ridiculous. "With your precious reactions? Impossible!"

You sigh.

Lilia tuts, tapping his chin as if lost in deep thought. He circles you once, twice, then stops in front of you.

"I can't think of anything," he sighs dramatically. "It'll come to me later... Is that uniform new?"

"Oh, uh..." you mutter, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. You turn around yourself in a circle. How cute.

"Well, it's the same uniform, but I got my measurements taken at Pomefiore, and they they got me a better fitting one."

"I can tell,"

He hums pleasantly, dragging his eyes over your body. "They did a wonderful job accentuating your features,"

You huff and look away, much to his delight, clearly taken by surprise by his change in tone.

"...Thank you,"

"Fufufu. Don't mention it," Lilia says, eyes narrowing. "You don't get complimented very much, do you?"

"Not regularly,"

"I could surmise as much. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're almost flustered by little old me. Is that right?"

Hook, line, and sinker. Your eyes widen as you realize that you've walked right into his trap. "Oh, no, no. I'm not. I'm fine!"

"Really? Don't get shy on me, now. I'm beginning to like this even more than scaring you,"

He takes a step forward, drinking in the sight of you, your body's nervous reactions to his teasing. "How cute,"

"Tease," you say, biting the corner of your lip.

You back yourself against the wall of the lounge, to his absolute delight, and he takes that as an invitation to get closer.

"That I am," Lilia admits without a hint of shame. "But don't bite your lip... I want to do that."

That long sought-after squeak finally escapes you, music to his ears, and he leans closer. For a moment, it seems like he's about to close the distance between you... then, at the last second, he pulls back.

He chuckles. "Oh, what fun! I haven't felt so young in ages. But I do have other business to attend to,"

And so, Lilia leaves you stunned, trembling against the wall as he merrily walks off before you seem to come to your senses.

"Vanrouge, you little shit! Get back here!"

A slight giggle escapes him as he starts off running, with you not far behind. He was right; this is much, much more rewarding than scaring you.

Maybe, if you make another one of those cute noises, he'll even let you catch him.

[smoshyourheadin]

Can you do smut w Isaac where you guys are home alone in the house and idk getting at it ig🤷‍♀️ and then the rest of the guys get home and are scarred for the rest of their lives???

on our couch

pairing: isaacwhy x f!reader

a/n: FIRST SMUT FIC ALERT NEENOR NEENOR but fr i’m sorry if this sucks lmaooo // 18+ please thank youuuuu <3

warnings: smut!! oral sex, submissive reader, isaac is a meanie, orgasm denial/edging, praise, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it guys!!), general smut things, yumi is a negative nancy

what started as a friendly game of mario kart whilst the boys were out, very quickly devolved into an insult-throwing, competitive game of life and death. had isaac known you were so adept at the game maybe he would have prepared himself, or even suggested a completely different game.

"wow, what a bitch you are," he grumbled monotonously, gone past the point of anger as he watched another green shell appear on his screen and overturn his digital avatar. isaac pinched at the bridge of his nose with an exasperated huff, "this isn't even fun anymore, you're just being an annoying little fuckwit." throwing his controller down out of spite and onto the couch completely abandoning the match, he stood himself up with a groan. hastily pausing the match with an agape mouth, slightly disappointed that he didn't want to play all the way through, "come on, you still have a chance to win," you claimed as you stifled your laughter, trying to entice him to sit back down and be throttled with another shell you had loaded in your arsenal.

"no, i've had enough," the overgrown child retorted before sipping down the remnants of whatever flavour of gamersupps that had been sitting on the coffee table undisturbed for a few hours due to sheer concentration and determination to win a match on his behalf. letting out a displeased grumble, you turned off the game and relaxed back into the couch as he turned to look down at you with an aggravated still expression. "oh stop being such a sore loser," you scolded him with a raised eyebrow. admittedly his immature outbursts over the past few games had become grating as opposed to the amusing back-and-forth jabbing at each other that took place beforehand.

"i'm not being a sore loser, i just don't want to play with someone who is being such a fucking asshole." he stated adamantly, his anger refusing to settle and he refusing to admit that he was wrong, which was usually the case anyway.

"you're just being a whiny little bitch because you didn't get what you wanted," you admitted with a pause, "you just wanted to win so you could rub it in my face." in all honesty, you were really expecting him to retort back with another childish accusatory insult before he stormed off to calm himself down, but his expression remained and he stared vacantly at you as you could almost see the cogs turning inside of his head, and possibly cartoon-like steam expelling from his ears. "is that right?" he asked calmly, though you could still see his eyes burning with annoyance.

gently nodding your head with a simple hum, not knowing what you were getting yourself in for as he had never really had this demeanour before, but you had a feeling it was worth the risk. isaac silently mouthed the word wow, raising his eyebrows and emulating the shock and disapproval you were expecting but realistically he had you hook, line, and sinker. he wanted you to bite back.

hee lowered himself down onto the couch, his gaze shifting from your top to bottom as he took you all in. despite the silence, it was unbelievably tense in the room in the best way possible. the unpredictability of his next move was kind of pulse-raising, yet alluring. overstated, almost as if you were flirting with death.

his fingers ardently dug into the waistband of your pj pants as he tugged them fervently down past your knees, along with your underwear, past your ankles before aimlessly discarding them to the floor. a light shiver consumed your entire body as the cold air hit your bare skin. still, without saying an entire word, he sank himself fully. his large hands grasped eagerly at your thighs, pulling you effortlessly in one motion so you were as close as he needed you to be. isaac’s soft lips pressed against your pulsing clit, and as he did so you could feel his light stubble grazing the inside of your thighs. his tongue was gentle at first, his lips did most of the work. pursing his lips on your clit as he excitedly sucked and occasionally used his teeth to delicately brush against it.

isaac’s fingers would occasionally tighten around your thighs, his fingers and cold rings pressing into your tender skin only indicating his arousal. eventually, his tongue hesitantly caressed your sensitive node, making laps around it before skimming it once more. satisfied hums left your mouth, hands buried in his long brown curls. you could feel him smile as he spurted out his hot breath amused by his actions and how you were now like putty in his hands. he continued to suck and lick as if he was parched and on the brink of death. his eyes would remain shut but he would periodically look up at you to see your flushed face, tightly shut eyes and pursed lips. you were only getting more vocal by the minute as he continued to hit all the right spots before abruptly pulling away without warning. lustfully, he licked his lips and revelled in the contorted expression you attempted to conceal.

"fuck, m’close," you uttered as you attempted to regulate your breathing. isaac nodded proudly with a wicked and playful smile, "yeah i know," he added cockily. his hands caressed your legs and everywhere but where you wanted him to be touching; tingles shooting through every part of your nervous system as his gentle fingertips glided against your skin. "please," you weakly attempted to beg for him which you only knew was going to fail. and you were right.

"no, i’m not going to let you cum," he continued to smile devilishly, "you are however going to be a good little girl and shut up, and take my cock." doe-eyed, you obediently nodded as he began to undress. impatiently, he removed his top half and neglected it just as quickly as he did with your sweatpants. isaac’s erection wasn't concealed very well; the grey sweatpants only amplified its outline and whenever he would move you could see it slightly move beneath the fabric as you now realise he wasn't wearing any underwear. he noticed that you were looking and only wanted to tease you further. grabbing his stiff cock over his shorts, he began to rub it up and down leisurely so you could get a clear visualisation of his entire length.

swiftly pulling down his sweatpants, his erection bounced up and tapped up against his abdomen before bobbing for a short amount of time. using his hand, he caressed his cock again, using his thumb to wipe the pre-cum that was beginning to dribble from his tip. “now come and put your whore mouth to good use,” he demanded, continuing to massage his length.

adjusting yourself with your knees on the floor and his lap in front of you, his cock twitched as you held it up to your face - its span was almost equal the size of your head. looking down at you through his brows, his eyes burned with desire. he couldn’t wait to hear you choking on his cock.

wrapping your lips over the tip, you grabbed his shaft. delicate kisses and timid licks to ease him into it. lowering your mouth onto his hard dick, you let your tongue do most of the work, hands gripping onto his muscular thighs

isaac used one hand to twirl your hair into his grasp and would occasionally push it down to hear you gag on his cock. “what a good little slut, taking it all just like i asked,” he cooed. continuing to let out low and breathy groans, you came up to give your jaw a bit of a break. a string of saliva attached the head of his cock to your pursed and drenched lips.

after giving you a few generous seconds to recompose yourself, isaac pushed your head down onto his cock once more, thrusting his length into your mouth as he facefucked you. the occasional gag would cause him to let out a more satisfied groan. “mmhmm, i just love using your mouth baby,” he lulled, pulling your head back to look at your face. now, his face was more of a crimson tinge than it was prior, his hair sodden with sweat and his intense lustrous stare more piercing than before.

isaac stood himself up and bent you over the arm of the couch, slapping his now very erect cock on your ass. his hands couldn’t get enough of your curves as he squeezed and grasped your hips and waist. “behave and don’t make a noise, otherwise i’m going to stop,” he demanded, “and i know how much you want me inside of you so i suggest you listen,” he continued, peering down at your entrance which was practically dripping at this point. he used one hand to grasp your waist and the other to aid him in guiding himself towards your entrance.

he wasn’t being gentle this time, he drove himself inside of you knowing you were bound to squeal or make any sort of noise but your hand was firmly placed over your mouth which managed to mute most of it, he would give you the benefit of the doubt this time. “you’re such a good little slut letting me use you like a toy,” he murmured, continuing to go deep at a slow pace. he was cupping your ass in his hands as he watched himself slide inside you, cock glistening with your wetness. gaining speed and momentum, he was only making it harder for you to contain your moans.

slipping up as you were getting closer to your climax, you let an audible whimper leave your mouth before isaac tutted and retracted his length from you. “i thought i told you to behave, hmm?” he murmured. a long chain of apologies left your lips before you pleaded and begged for him to let you cum all over his shaft and how much you wanted his cock inside of you.

“now who’s being the whiny little bitch who’s not getting what she wanted hmm?” he amusedly hummed to himself, stroking his cock as he pressed his tip up to your entrance, painfully teasing you. “does my little princess not like being edged?” he softly ribbed in your ear as he leaned over and rested his defined chest on your back, using one hand to snake up your shirt and play with your nipples.

“if you apologise for earlier i’ll reconsider letting you finish, you just have to be a good girl for me,” he offered, his hands groping at your chest before unhurriedly entering you as he couldn’t resist himself.

“m’sorry,” you managed to apologise breathily, “didn’t mean to misbehave,” you feel him squeeze your ass. “please let me cum for you isaac.”

he was now planting delicate kisses all along your neck, “i didn’t hear that baby can you say that again,” he whispered, his hot breath hitting the side of your face before presenting you with more tender kisses. isaac liked being dominant but at the same time he couldn’t keep up the persona because the moment you became a begging little mess, tears staining your face and utterly aching for him, he couldn’t help but cave in. he was a very soft and generous lover and pleasing you turned him on just as much, if not more than dominating you would.

“please,” you were practically whining at this point “i didn’t mean to misbehave, i know better, just fuckin’ fill me with your cock, need it s’bad,” you pleaded with him, eyes shut as you tried to relish the painfully slow strokes. “i know you are princess, i just wanted to hear you say it again,” he smirked, as he began to pick up the pace once more. your pleased moans were music to his ears as he grabbed your waist, thrusting himself as deeply as possible so he could hit your sweet spot, and only within a few minutes were you about to reach your climax again. “mhmm that’s it, cum for me baby, you’ve been a good girl you deserve it,” he affirmed you. tightening around his cock, your body rid itself of all tension and began to slump into the cushions of the couch, all energy drained.

not too long after could you feel him twitch, his grasp on your waist tightened and his momentum and speed erratic as breathy moans escaped his lips. there was a brief pause as you both regained your breath. you were still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm before you joked “you’re more than welcome to lose another game of mario kart whenever you want, holy fuck.”

just then, the front door creaked open. panic set in, but it was too late to re-dress yourself. the sound of voices echoed through the hallway, growing louder as the approached the living room.

the next moments were a blur. shocked gasps, muttered curses, and the sound of footsteps scrambling away filled the room. you and isaac froze, faces burning with embarrassment as the realization of what had just happened sunk in.

for a moment, silence hung in the air, thick and heavy. then, a voice broke through the tension, tinged with a mixture of horror and amusement.

"oh my god, dude! seriously? on our couch?" yumi yelled, covering his eyes.

you quickly grabbed whatever clothing you could find, hastily covering yourselves up as the guys' groans echoed through the house. isaac's face was a deep shade of red, but you couldn't help but giggle despite the situation.

"guess we gave them a show," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

you nodded, still trying to catch you breath. "one they won't forget anytime soon."

as we finished getting dressed, we could hear the guys still talking about what they'd just witnessed, their voices carrying a mix of teasing and genuine shock. you exchanged a look, a silent agreement to never live this down, but also a shared understanding that, despite the embarrassment, it was a moment neither of you would trade for anything.

isaac smiled a bit as he walked you to the downstairs bathroom, hand on the small of your back. “let’s clean you up then princess.”

[blackleatherjacketz]

Hook, Line and Sinker

Eric Northman (True Blood) x Female Reader

Summary: After Eric threatens your brother to pay off a large debt, he expresses his interest in a different form of payment.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Dubious Consent, Blackmail, Emotional Manipulation, Death Threats, Swearing, Face-Grabbing, Glamoring, Hair Pulling, Biting, Vampirism, Blood Sucking/Drinking, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Size Kink

Word Count: 2.9k+

Tags: @jessicafangirl @differentcatcat @spice-honey

Read more Eric!

Your brother had always been caught up in the wrong crowd, conning people and moving from state to state to avoid the repercussions of his actions until they finally caught up with him. You just never thought that you’d be there with him when that finally happened. You never thought that the people, the monsters that he had crossed would ever throw bags over your heads and toss you into the trunk of their car to present you in front of their ‘boss’ he had to answer to. You never thought that he’d be dumb enough to cross a nest of vampires, of all things.

This boss is much different from the image you’d cooked up in your head from beneath the black pillowcase. Although he still appears pale, cold and callous from his perch behind his desk, he isn’t that dark, brooding caricature of a vampire you expected to see. His presence is still heavy, warming your body in a blanket of unease from across the room as cropped blonde locks frame his handsome face, but there’s something else there. There’s something more in that split second that he glances your way, almost as if he was fighting the urge to take a longer look, but that could just be the trauma talking.

He takes his time folding his slender fingers together as he speaks to your brother, not even bothering to look over at him while negotiating his terms. It’s almost as if he’s bored of the inconvenience of his presence, annoyed that he even has to do any of this at all. You can tell this isn’t the first conversation they’ve about this, but figure that it may very well be their last. And just like that, with a wave of his hand, one of your captors grasps onto your brother’s arm and turns him away from you despite his many pleas and protests.

“She stays here until you come back.” He looks at you intentionally this time, eyes burning his promise deep into your soul with words clearly meant for your brother.

“What?! No! She doesn’t have anything to do with this, Eric! I was asking her for money! That’s why I was with her!” David pleads as the woman begins dragging him across the room toward the open door. “I’ll get your money, I promise!”

“We’ll see.” Eric states calmly, almost to himself as the sound of your brother’s begging fades out into the darkened hallway, muddled by his scurried footsteps.

You start to run over to the doorway, trying to see which direction they’re taking him in, to get one last look at your brother before the night swallows him whole, but you can barely move. Like in one of those nightmares you can’t manage to wake yourself from, your feet seem to get heavier with each step you take as you feel yourself being pulled back to the center of the room by your host’s words.

“If I knew David had such a pretty sister, I would have threatened him a lot sooner.” Eric starts as he busies himself by looking over his ledger, his long fingers scaling down the page before looking back up at you intently. He holds your gaze with a long azure stare, so dark and serious that you can’t bear to look away, even if you tried. “Now I see why he was keeping you from me.”

“Keeping me from you?” The phrase sounds just as odd coming out of your own mouth as it did his, your voice providing little balm over the idea.

“Don’t pretend to be so naive, sweetheart. It doesn’t suit you.” Eric stands up, moving around the desk toward you in a blur faster than your brain can even begin to register. He stops just a few feet short of you, forcing you to gasp as your muscles tighten in anticipation of what he could do to you in a matter of seconds. If he wanted to. He’s so much taller than he seemed from behind the desk, his shoulders now towering well above your eye line as he takes another slow, purposeful step in your direction. “You’re not nearly as afraid of me as you should be.”

“I’m afraid,” you reassure him shakily, still stunned in your tracks.

“Are you?” He lifts your chin with the tips of his fingers, that cold stare of his softening just a little as his lips curl into a devious smirk. “Or is it something else?”

You wrack your brain of all the vampire trivia you’ve learned over the years, trying to recall if they could read minds, or if that was just something you saw in a movie once. Is it that blatantly obvious that you’re attracted to him despite the situation your brother’s put you in? Has the gift of fear not properly disguised your complex reaction to his large size and good looks? Or is this just a lucky shot in the dark?

“It’s something else,” you hear yourself admit to him before you even decide to tell him the truth. Why did you just do that?

“I could see it all over your face the very second you walked in here.” He grabs ahold of your chin and squeezes until your lips purse, smiling as if he’s won some kind of prize for calling you out on something completely out of your control. “Humans aren’t nearly as good at hiding their emotions as they think they are.”

He chuckles and lets go of your face, turning his back to you before slowly walking over to his desk as a cascade of hormones trickles into your bloodstream. That sudden absence of his touch makes your body ache for another embrace, craving that hit of oxytocin more quickly than you’d ever anticipated from a mere stranger.

“How much does he owe you, exactly?” You attempt to reconnect, stepping toward him as he turns back around to face you.

Maybe he just wants you to ask for it… to beg for what you want in exchange for your brother’s life, but that’s not something you’ve ever done before, not something you’d ever lower yourself to do. The least you could do is try your best to negotiate your way out of this logically.

“A lot,” he answers flatly.

“How much?” You try to stand your ground, looking up at him resolutely as his beautiful features start to heat you up from the inside out.

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

“Jesus, fuck.” You utter, unaware that your brother’s habits had gotten him this upside down with the most lethal of all creatures known to man. There’s no way he’s getting out of this without your help.

“Jesus Fuck is right.” The vampire grins as he makes another move in the unspoken game that you’re playing together, reaching out to touch a lock of your hair and smelling it before laying it back down onto your shoulder. “You seem like the smart one in the family, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that your brother hasn’t been able to pay his debt to us for some time.” He licks his lips as he looks you over, his gaze moving back and forth from your mouth down to your neck in rapid succession. “And that he’s pushed things just far enough that we’ve had no other choice but to take extreme measures.”

“Are you going to kill him?” Your heart sinks in your chest before dropping down into your stomach, straining the muscles in your torso at the thought of him paying the ultimate price for his stupidity. Sure, the two of you had fallen out of touch over the years because of his habits, but that didn’t mean that you wanted him killed over them. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Then it hits you; you’re reminded of what your brother was doing business with… not who. “Are you going to kill… me?”

“I’m hoping it doesn’t have to come to that.” The blue in his eyes begins to shrink as his pupils dilate, escaping to the far recesses of his irises as he closes the gap between you. “It’d be such a waste.”

“But I don’t have that kind of money,” you think out loud, still trying to logic your way out of this.

“Oh, I know.” He smirks, the seductive confidence now oozing out of his pores. “That doesn’t necessarily mean that you can’t help him.” He traces his finger over the artery in your neck as it pumps a more potent cocktail of fear and arousal into your bloodstream, forcing your lips to tremble. “Fortunately for me, you were in the right place at the right time when my men picked him up.”

“Fortunately?” You repeat, realizing now that it’s too late for mundane negotiations, that it’s far too late to fight your body’s natural urges.

“You’d do anything for your brother, wouldn’t you?” Eric’s fangs suddenly emerge as he touches more of your bare skin, revealing his true nature as his chest begins to heave.

Oh God. “I’ve never been bitten before,” you whisper without pulling away from his grasp.

“Never?” He leans down and whispers into your ear, the deep musk of his cologne surrounding you in a heady haze as his thumb presses against your racing pulse. He carefully wraps the rest of his cold fingers around your neck, holding you in place as he inhales your scent. “You haven’t even thought about it? About how good it might feel?”

His words turn your insides to quicksand, his breath hot on your skin as you dare to think about his fangs sinking into your flesh. You honestly hadn’t wondered about how it would feel until just now, your mind jumping ahead to the image of him latching onto your throat and tasting your blood before you’re able to give him an honest yet quiet answer. “No.”

“Not even now?” He slides his other hand between your thighs, triggering your most human response as that moisture begins to collect beneath the fabric of your jeans, soaking through the cotton of your underwear as your body takes over. “It only hurts at first.”

“My brother will find a way to get your money.” Your last ditch effort at peace is futile at best, knowing full well that it’s only a matter of seconds before your carnal desires win over.

“Will he?” Eric releases his grip on your neck only to grasp onto your hair, tugging on your scalp just hard enough to expose your throat. “I think we both know how hopeless your brother’s case really is.” He pulls tighter, jutting your chin up toward the ceiling as he turns you around and walks you back toward his desk like a rag doll. “Maybe I should just keep you here to start paying off that debt of his. I’m sure you could be of use.”

“Keep me here?” Your view of the ceiling tiles shifts in and out of focus as he slides his hand beneath the hem of your pants, lifting you up onto his desk while sliding his fingers between your soaking wet folds. Goddamn, that feels good, oh god… he’s really good at that. But wait a minute… Keep you here? How long was that going to last? How long are YOU going to last? “I don’t want to die.”

“Who said anything about dying?” He grins as he settles in between your legs, pushing his fingers inside your eager entrance as a salacious shade of hunger washes over his face.

His bite somehow takes you by surprise, the sudden piercing pain worse than you imagined as it breaks your skin, shooting daggers up through your spine. That sharp sting only lasts for a second though, his tongue massaging your skin as it works to lap up the hot flow of blood that leaks out of the corners of his mouth, racing down your neck and onto your clavicle. His needy moans vibrate against your throat as his fingers delve deeper inside you, his thumb rubbing delicious circles into your moistened clit, flooding your senses with a deadly concoction of agony and ecstasy.

So this is what all the fuss is about.

You start to moan along with him as he stimulates your most sensitive area, only no sound bothers to escape your lips. Your breath is stifled by the intoxicating mixture of cortisol and oxytocin flowing through your veins and into his mouth, halting any complex brain functions you might otherwise have at this moment. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tightening onto his golden locks in order to hold him against you in this morbidly sensual embrace.

He pulls more of you into his mouth as your strength begins to dwindle, greedily licking the length of your neck before nipping at your chin and jawline in between hungry attempts to clean up the scarlet mess he’s made of your skin. Those tiny little nips quickly turn into affectionate kisses on his way up your face until he reaches your lips, parting them with his blood-soaked tongue.

“Eric,” you’re finally able to moan, whining as his fingers slide out of your sex just in time to unfasten your jeans, leaving a trail of slick up your pelvis as he pulls them off your legs.

“You taste like a dream,” he smirks, your blood smattered across his face like a wild animal, the excess dripping down his neck and onto his chest, stirring something more primal in you than you’ve ever felt before. He can see it in your eyes as he runs his tongue across his teeth, holding his thumb against your bite in order to slow down your bleeding for the time being. “You like it, don’t you?”

You nod in silence.

“I knew you would.” He leans in close and kisses you again, letting you taste the iron of your blood until enough of it fills your mouth that you have no other choice but to swallow. It goes down easier than you anticipated, still hot and fluid down the back of your throat as Eric bites into his own lip, mixing the saltier flavor of his blood with yours. He smirks as you lean forward to kiss him back, no longer afraid as you take his bottom lip between your teeth and suck the spit and blood right off of it.

He has you now; hook, line and sinker.

Your desire for him increases exponentially as if your very life force depends on the continuation of his kiss, on the certainty of his touch. You feel that your very soul is connected to his now, tethered more deeply than you ever have been with anyone else. Your groans become louder as he lazily licks the blood off your tongue and teeth; his hunger for you only growing along with yours as you both continue to consume each other.

Making quick work of undoing his own pants, he shoves them down past his knees to reveal the evidence of his own arousal, grasping onto your thigh to make room for his hips.

Jesus Christ, he’s even bigger than you thought he’d be. Fuck. This is really happening, isn’t it?

“And to think that I was your first,” he snickers, stroking himself with his opposite hand as he spreads the remainder of your blood left on his palm over his enormous girth. He lines himself up with your dripping wet cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your length as waves of red hot bliss shoot up into your core before he pushes inside.

You cry out as your body takes him in, inch by undead inch as that rare connection between you only tightens like a rubber band pulling you two together as he bottoms out against your thighs. He only gives you a second to adjust to his size, pulling out just a little before slamming his hips back into you without mercy, sheathing himself within your walls before relentlessly repeating the motion again and again. That tingly red heat from before turns scarlet as it burns its way through you, igniting every neuron in your body as he quickens his pace, grunting as he hits that bundle of nerves inside you the way only a man who’s been alive for centuries would know how.

It’s as if he’s unlocked something within you that so many men before had tried and failed to open, expanding your pleasure throughout every tissue in your body from your capillaries right down to your fingertips. Bright, blinding lights flash before your eyes as your toes curl and your back arches, distracting you from his mouth latching onto you once again. You can feel his thrusts becoming more frantic, each pass over your slick special spot triggering another explosion of ecstasy as your muscles clench down around him, draining him of his more prized fluid as you both shake together in unison. His moans turn into groans as he drinks more of your blood, shifting into feral growls against your mangled skin as your heart rate eventually comes down from your climax.

“Fuck!” He pulls his fangs from you as he licks and kisses his way back up to your lips, a thin coat of your blood now covering you in a ruby red sheen as his come drips down your thighs and onto the floor. “I knew I could use you.” He winks before pulling out and kissing your forehead. “Only forty-nine thousand dollars to go.”

[vulpisnocturna]

Kakashi alphabet I'm begging!!

Kakashi, that thirsty, beautiful man. I would love to indulge you. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kakashi would be happy to cuddle with you and give you a massage after a good time together. He will spoon you and kiss the top of your head lovingly.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his own hair. Listen, Kakashi has lovely, unique hair. It’s very soft and thick. And he loves your fingers running through it, stroking it gently when he’s cuddling you, pulling it when you two are fucking. 

He loves your lips. He likes the way they become swollen and red with his kisses, your soft smiles, the sweet way you bite your lip when you’re embarrassed. He loves having your lips on him, as well.

Kakashi is also an ass man. He loves groping, stroking and slapping your ass, loves feeling it against him when you two spoon. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s obsessed with the way you look when he cums on your chest. He loves looking at you so completely debauched and thoroughly his.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kakashi writes Icha Icha smutty fanfics. He’d never show anyone, but sometimes he just needs new material, and why not make it up himself? 

He’s a thirsty whore, and we love him for it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kakashi is a little slut. That man has definitely been around the block. I mean, he reads smut in public, looking completely unfazed. He’s not very timid about sex. He’s also quite observant, so he notices when someone is giving him bedroom eyes. He takes up the offer. He’s had quite a few one night stands, but when he’s zeroed in on you he’s yours, hook line and sinker. And he will put all his theoretical and practical knowledge to good use.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When he’s feeling rough, he loves doggy style. There’s just something about seeing your ass rolling into him and the curve of your back as he pulls your hair. He likes the fact that you offer yourself to him. 

He also likes fucking against a wall. I bet there’s a lot of that in the type of books he reads. It’s in every romance film, after all, and he’s strong enough and has enough stamina to bounce you up and down on him, all the while talking to you, telling you how good you feel and how sweet you’re being for him. He likes that you have to cling to him for support, and he gets easy access to your mouth for heated make out sessions.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kakashi is a tease. He likes joking around, and then boom, you’re naked on his lap. Then he will stop being humorous and let you know just how much he wants you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kakashi is a very clean person. He’ll even have showers with you, though you might be there a while. The carpet does match the drapes. He keeps it neat for you, trimming quite often. But if you two are on a mission and in need of some release, he’s not against getting down and dirty, both of you sweaty and needy in some secluded area as he bends you over and releases some of the tension.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kakashi can either be completely detached from sex in terms of emotions or a full-blown romancer. He has had sex as a physical thing only and he’s had sex where he truly feels as though his soul is deeply connected to the other person.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kakashi does masturbate often when he has the time. He has a very high sex drive, and if he’s having a shower, he might just put aside a few minutes to touch himself as he thinks about your hand instead of his. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This man screams brat tamer. He has that teacher kind of patience and strict attitude, with just the right amount of teasing to keep you on your toes. He can teach me a few things. 

He would cluck his tongue and stare at you with lazy eyes, calling you a spoiled brat and saying he deeply regrets having to remind you who’s in charge. He doesn’t. In the slightest. All the smut he reads has taught him a few things about dirty talk, and he loves it. 

‘Spoiled brats don’t get to cum. And I thought you had promised to be a good girl for me’ he would sigh, looking at your tied up body and desperate face, ‘but you always end up giving me that nasty attitude. Not to worry, darling, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be so desperate you won’t be talking back at all’ 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

 Everywhere. Home and the Hokage office are his favourite places, though. He’s stealthy and skilled enough not to be discovered even in the open, which leads to quite a lot of thrilling sex outside.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Playful banter. Something like play fighting would really turn him on. Going back to being a brat tamer. He loves having an excuse to pin you down and make you regret teasing him. Or not. I mean, you win either way. 

Lingerie is also a very good way to get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sadism. Anything involving inflicting pain on the person he loves that goes beyond the occasional spanking takes him to very dark places. He never wants to see that again :’( 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves getting his cock sucked. There’s something about having you between his legs under his Hokage desk that is just too good. Is it a slight power play? Maybe. Is it hot as fuck? Yes. 

He will also reciprocate, lowering you amongst the very important papers and licking you until you have to bite down on your hand to keep from screaming. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Kakashi likes being fast and rough. He’s very busy, and he likes being able to make you scream with pleasure. He will use a slow pace to delay your orgasm if he feels you need a lesson. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All for it. Life’s busy for an elite jounin/Hokage, and when he gets some time to dedicate to you, it’s often very little. He will shove down your clothes and bend you over any surface available to him, making the most of the little time you have.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kakashi’s all for it. He’s read the most adventurous smut imaginable, so you can’t shock him. Go ahead and ask. He’ll probably try it right away. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Being a very strong shinobi, Kakashi can easily go a few rounds. And if he’s tired, he’ll make sure you’re satisfied anyway.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but if you happen to have some, he will absolutely use them on you. Just prepare for several orgasms.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. Kakashi likes having his fun with you, even if it leads to you being absolutely ravaged and unable to even speak. He does not like being teased, though. He wants you, and he wants you now. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kakashi is a quiet person. He doesn’t like to make much noise, but he speaks a lot during sex. Whether that’s praises or filthy commentary, you can be assured he will let you know just what he’s thinking. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He would without a doubt ask you if you read anything like Icha Icha. If you do read smut, he would find out what it is and read it himself. He will then proceed to do what you were reading to you,just so he can see you flush with embarrassment and melt in his arms.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kakashi is a good height, with an athletic body decorated with scars and toned muscles. He’s packing. It’s canon. Just ask Guy. His cock is 7 ½ inches, quite thick. It’s almost painful when he pounds into you, stretching you and groaning softly at the tight feeling.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high. This man’s reading smut all day every day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kakashi doesn’t sleep much. He is often very tired, but he will be content watching you sleep and listening to your slow, steady breaths. It calms him down, soothes him. He will eventually fall asleep too, probably with your head on his chest.

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SORE LOSER - SCHLATT

prompt: after losing a game of mario kart, schlatt wants to teach the reader a lesson. words: 2,223 warnings: explicit content / 18+ notes: f!reader

What started as a friendly game of Mario Kart, very quickly devolved into an insult-throwing, competitive game of life and death. Had Schlatt known you were so adept at the game maybe he would have prepared himself, or even suggested a completely different game.

"Wow, what a fucking bitch you are," He grumbled monotonously, gone past the point of anger as he watched another green shell appear on his screen and overturn his digital avatar. Schlatt pinched at the bridge of his nose with an exasperated huff, "this isn't even fun anymore, you're just being an annoying little fuckwit." Throwing his controller down out of spite and onto the couch completely abandoning the match, he stood himself up with a groan. Hastily pausing the match with an agape mouth, slightly disappointed that he didn't want to play all the way through, "come on, you still have a chance to win," you claimed as you stifled your laughter, trying to entice him to sit back down and be throttled with another shell you had loaded in your arsenal.

"No, I've had enough," The overgrown child retorted before sipping down the remnants of water that had been sitting on the coffee table undisturbed for a few hours due to sheer concentration and determination to win a match on his behalf. Letting out a displeased grumble, you turned off the game and relaxed back into the couch as he turned to look down at you with an aggravated still expression. "Oh stop being such a sore loser," you lambasted him with a raised eyebrow. Admittedly his immature outbursts over the past few games had become grating as opposed to the amusing back-and-forth jabbing at each other that took place beforehand.

"I'm not being a sore loser, I just don't want to play with someone who is being such a fuckin' asshole." He stated adamantly, his anger refusing to settle and he refusing to admit that he was wrong, which was usually the case anyway.

"You're just being a whiny little bitch because you didn't get what you wanted," you admitted with a pause, "you just wanted to win so you could rub it in my face." In all honesty, you were really expecting him to retort back with another childish accusatory insult before he stormed off to calm himself down, but his expression remained and he stared vacantly at you as you could almost see the cogs turning inside of his head, and possibly cartoon-like steam expelling from his ears. "Is that right?" He asked with equanimity, though you could still see his brown eyes burning with annoyance.

Unhurriedly nodding your head with a simple hum, not knowing what you were getting yourself in for as he had never really had this demeanour before, but you had a feeling it was worth the risk. Schlatt silently mouthed the word wow , raising his eyebrows and emulating the shock and disapproval you were expecting but realistically he had you hook, line, and sinker. He wanted you to bite back.

He lowered himself down onto the couch, his gaze shifting from your top to bottom as he took you all in. Despite the silence, it was unbelievably tense in the room in the best way possible. The unpredictability of his next move was kind of pulse-raising, yet alluring. Overstated, almost as if you were flirting with death.

His fingers ardently dug into the waistband of your sweatpants as he tugged them fervently down past your knees, along with your underwear, past your ankles before aimlessly discarding them to the floor. A light shiver consumes your entire body as the cold air hit your bare skin. Still, without saying an entire word, he sank himself fully. His large hands grasped eagerly at your thighs, pulling you effortlessly in one motion so you were as close as he needed you to be. Schlatt's soft lips pressed against your pulsing clit, and as he did so you could feel his facial hair grazing the inside of your thighs. His tongue was timorous at first, his lips did most of the work. Pursing his lips on your clit as he excitedly sucked and occasionally used his teeth to delicately brush against it.

Schlatt's fingers would occasionally tighten around your thighs, his fingers pressing into your tender skin only indicating his arousal. Eventually, his tongue hesitantly caressed your sensitive node, making laps around it before skimming it once more. Satisfied hums left your mouth, hands buried in his long brown curls. You could feel him smile as he spurted out his hot breath amused by his actions and how you were now like putty in his hands. He continued to suck and lick as if he was parched and on the brink of death. His eyes would remain shut but he would periodically look up at you to see your flushed face, tightly shut eyes and pursed lips. You were only getting more vocal by the minute as he continued to hit all the right spots before abruptly pulling away without warning. Lustfully, he licked his lips and revelled in the contorted expression you attempted to conceal.

"I'm really close," you uttered as you attempted to regulate your breathing. Schlatt nodded proudly with a wicked and playful smile, "yeah I know," he added cockily. His hands caressed your legs and everywhere but where you wanted him to be touching; tingles shooting through every part of your nervous system as his gentle fingertips glided against your skin. "Please," you weakly attempted to beg for him which you only knew was going to fail. And you were right.

"No, I'm not going to let you cum," he continued to smile devilishly, "you are however going to be a good little girl and shut up, and take my cock." Doe-eyed, you obediently nodded as he began to undress. Impatiently, he removed his top half and neglected it just as quickly as he did with your sweatpants. Schlatt's erection wasn't concealed very well; the grey cotton shorts only amplified its outline and whenever he would move you could see it slightly bounce beneath the fabric as you now realise he wasn't wearing any underwear. He noticed that you were looking and only wanted to tease you further. Grabbing his stiff cock over his shorts, he began to rub it up and down leisurely so you could get a clear visualisation of his entire length.

Swiftly pulling down his shorts, his erection bounced up and tapped up against his abdomen before bobbing for a short amount of time. Using his hand, he caressed his cock again, using his thumb to wipe the pre-cum that was beginning to dribble from his tip. “Now come and put your whore mouth to good use,” he demanded, continuing to massage his length.

Adjusting yourself with your knees on the floor and his lap in front of you, his cock twitched as you held it up to your face - its span was almost equal the size of your head. Looking down at you through his brows, his eyes burned with desire. He couldn’t wait to hear you choking on his cock.

Pursing your lips over the tip, you grabbed his shaft. Delicate kisses and timid licks to ease him into it. Your supple lips found their way to his balls, caressing them with your fingers and cupping them before gingerly sucking on his balls and boy did this drive him crazy. Schlatt’s head flung back out of pure pleasure and gagged on the pleasurable groan that tried to escape his throat. Lowering your mouth onto his hard shaft, you let your tongue do most of the work but still utilised both of your hands: one on his cock and the other caressing his balls.

Schlatt used one hand to twirl your hair into his grasp and would occasionally push it down to hear you gag on his cock. Going so far down you could feel his trimmed pubes tickle your nose as he shoved your head down. “What a good little slut, taking it all just like I asked,” he crooned. Continuing to let out low and breathy groans as you massaged his balls, you came up to give your jaw a bit of a break. A string of saliva attached the head of his cock to your pursed and drenched lips.

After giving you a few generous seconds to recompose yourself, Schlatt pushed your head down onto his cock once more, thrusting his length into your mouth as he facefucked you. The occasional gag would cause him to let out a more satisfied groan, the momentary tapping of his balls on your chin as he forced himself inside of you. “Mmhmm, I just love using your mouth,” he lulled, pulling your head back to look at your face. Now, his face was more of a crimson tinge than it was prior, his hair sodden with sweat and his intense lustrous stare more piercing than before.

Schlatt stood himself up and bent you over the arm of the couch, slapping his now very erect cock on your ass. His hands couldn’t get enough of your curves as he squeezed and grasped your hips and waist. “Behave and don’t make a noise, otherwise I’m going to stop,” he demanded, “and I know how much you want me inside of you so I suggest you listen,” he continued, peering down at your entrance which was practically dripping at this point. He used one hand to grasp your waist and the other to aid him in guiding himself towards your entrance.

He wasn’t being gentle this time, he drove himself inside of you knowing you were bound to squeal or make any sort of noise but your hand was firmly placed over your mouth which managed to mute most of it, he would give you the benefit of the doubt this time. “You’re such a good little slut letting me use you like a toy,” he murmured, continuing to go deep at a slow pace. He was cupping your ass in his hands as he watched himself slide inside you, his cock glistening with your wetness. Gaining speed and momentum, he was only making it harder for you to contain your moans.

Slipping up as you were getting closer to your climax, you let an audible whimper leave your mouth before Schlatt tutted and retracted his length from you. “I thought I told you to behave, hmm?” He murmured. A long chain of apologies left your lips before you pleaded and begged for him to let you cum all over his shaft and how much you wanted his cock inside of you.

“Now who’s being the whiny little bitch who’s not getting what she wanted hmm?” He amusedly hummed to himself, stroking his cock as he pressed his tip up to your entrance, painfully teasing you. “Does my little princess not like being edged?” He softly ribbed in your ear as he leaned over and rested his chest on your back, using one hand to snake up your shirt and play with your nipples.

“If you apologise for earlier I’ll reconsider letting you finish, you just have to be a good girl for me,” he offered, his hands groping at your chest before unhurriedly entering you as he couldn’t resist himself.

“I- I’m sorry,” you managed to apologise breathily, “I didn’t mean to misbehave please let me cum for you.”

He was now planting delicate kisses all along your neck, “I didn’t hear that baby can you say that again,” he whispered, his hot breath hitting the side of your face before presenting you with more tender kisses. Schlatt liked being dominant but at the same time he couldn’t keep up the persona because the moment you became a begging little mess, tears staining your face and utterly aching for him, he couldn’t help but cave in. He was a very soft and generous lover and pleasing you turned him on just as much, if not more than dominating you would.

“Please,” you were practically whining at this point “I didn’t mean to misbehave I know better, just fuckin’ fill me with your cock I need it,” you pleaded with him, eyes shut as you tried to relish the painfully slow strokes. “I know you are princess, I just wanted to hear you say it again,” he smirked, as he began to pick up the pace once more. Your pleased moans were music to his ears as he grabbed your waist, thrusting himself as deeply as possible so he could hit your sweet spot, and only within a few minutes were you about to reach your climax again. “Mhmm that’s it, cum for me baby, you’ve been a good girl you deserve it,” he affirmed you. Tightening around his cock, your body rid itself of all tension and began to slump into the cushions of the couch, all energy drained.

Not too long after could you feel him twitch, his grasp on your waist tightened and his momentum and speed erratic as breathy moans escaped his lips. There was a brief pause as you both regained your breath. You were still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm before you joked “you’re more than welcome to lose another game of Mario Kart whenever you want, holy fuck.”

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[siempre-bucky]

I don’t remember who I was before you with Coyote or Mickey, please!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

summary: Fanboy always thought he had to keep his interest a secret... till he met you.

wc: 751

a/n: I haven't written for mickey in so longI hope you like it

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Mickey learned from early on that no one gave a shit about his interests. He was an adult, he shouldn’t have liked comic book movies or sci-fi epics that provided him so much comfort as a kid. In high school, he got picked on for the Tie Fighter keychain on his backpack and teased when he talked about the newest comic book he read. In college, he felt like he could finally be himself, so on the first day he placed his Millennium Falcon figurine on his desk in his college dorm room but earned a scathing glance from his new roommate “Keep that kiddie shit locked away, man,” he told him. 

He learned to be almost silent on dates, hiding away the things that he loved for the opportunity to be loved. Mickey went on a date once with a girl who wore a Star Trek shirt to their arcade date, and for once he felt like he could be himself. “I really loved the show from back in the day!” he rambled on and on about one of his favorite shows, and his smile never seemed to fade. Until he saw the grimace on the girl's face in the colorful lights of the arcade. The rant came to a stop and his bright smile faded.  “D-do you have a favorite?” 

“I’ve never seen it. I just liked the design of the shirt. I think all that nerdy shit is weird, to be honest,” she replied nonchalantly. 

It was no surprise that the date was the first and last. But he learned to talk about other things like the weather and current events, shoving his true interests deep down inside his mind. He didn’t want to be labeled the loser in flight school so he made a vow to never let them know even if it meant dimming his light. 

Mickey kept his head low while he was there, only talking when spoken to or when he felt like he could be included. “I like your keychain,” you complimented as you sat across from him in the cafeteria, his star wars keychain hanging from the keychain around his neck. 

Fuck, he thought. He forgot to take it off after spending the weekend with his family. “Oh, it’s alright. It’s my sisters,” he deflected, but you could see the glint in his pretty brown eyes. You smiled knowingly and picked up your fork. 

“Well,” you sighed, “she has really good taste.” 

All he did was nod, perfect teeth biting down on his lower lip to prevent him from saying something stupid or something that would scare you off. “She does,” he said in between bites. 

The way he acted amused you, just squirming in his seat and you instantly thought he was the cutest thing. “Jar Jar’s my favorite character,” you prodded, smirking. 

Mickey’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “You’re wrong!” he gasped, pointing his finger. Hook, line, and sinker. You cocked your head and grinned in triumph as he went on an uncontrollable rant–not that you wanted him to stop. 

“My name is Y/N,” you introduced, cutting him off. 

“Mickey, Mickey Garcia.” 

A few years passed, and you and Mickey climbed the ranks and created a little life together after your time at Top Gun. He sat out on your balcony, the ocean peeking through the surrounding tall buildings. “Are you coming back in?” you asked, sliding open the door, “Hangman’s threatening to take the Death Star set home with him.” 

“I’ll hurt him,” he gasped, turning around and putting his arm around your waist, “he knows how long that took me to build.” You giggled and put your head on his shoulder, looking into the living room. There stood his friends, laughing and enjoying their time together in your little place filled with the thing you and Mickey loved. 

A silence quickly fell at the thought of how he got so lucky? “You still with me?” you asked softly. 

“Yeah, mi amor,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, “Jus’ thinking.” 

“About?” 

He swept his tongue along his lower lip before speaking, “I don’t—I don’t remember who I was before I met you,” he admitted, his fingers tapping against your waist. You do, he was quiet and almost shy, he wasn’t Fanboy. He wasn’t the real Mickey. 

“Well,” you started, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and bringing him close, “I love this Mickey.” 

He smiled and pecked your lips, “Good. I love you too, baby.”

[shadowsandshapes]

FFTB | CH 8: They Danced (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Why can't you forget him? Why is that kiss still lingering in the back of your head? You're so sick of Dabi's memory that you decide to take matters into your own hands. You need to get out. Do something to get over yourself. The night does not go as planned. Contains: Swearing, Alcohol Use, Drug Mention, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, A Series Of Very Unfortunate Events, Spice Mild (aka, we're getting a little smutty in here), Men Are Garbage

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Days had gone by since your explosive departure from the League but your thoughts had refused to organize themselves. Your apartment was too quiet, the bed too soft and your day-to-day routine had become mind-numbingly boring without missions to keep you occupied. It left far too much room for contemplation. Which was how you came to the realization that Dabi had you in a chokehold. You didn’t understand half of what went down in that hallway. What you did know was that this had to stop. One way or another, you would force yourself to forget. The best method you found was to get blackout drunk and hit the town. Problems couldn’t follow you if you were never in the same place twice, right?

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor of a new club every night. Tonight being no exception.

The dancing crowd blurred into one amalgamated being in your eyes. Figures rocked to the beat, bouncing along to the blaring club music as they moved in tandem. You were one in a hundred swaying bodies – eyes closed, arms up as you lost yourself in the moment. For a while, just a brief moment in time, you were able to forget all about Dabi. 

His bright blue eyes flashed in your memory in the quietest moments of the night. Their burning gaze had robbed you of sleep – of peace – for far too long now. Even after severing your ties to the League, the raven-haired arsonist had infested your mind. Some days you even swore he was following you around, seeing his face on every street corner. It was driving you crazy. So much, in fact, that you felt the need to take matters into your own hands. Forgetting about him was the only thing that would cure the ache in your chest.

Bastard. 

Why did you care anyway?

Gambling, alcohol, drugs – it didn’t matter. As long as it made you forget. Your Luck would keep you safe. That accursed Quirk was the only thing you could rely on. As long as you were pleasantly numbed by the drink, you wouldn’t be able to think about your feelings too much. The sting of vodka coated your tongue and throat. With each shot you downed, your awareness descended deeper into oblivion. Where it fucking belonged. You had lost all sense of touch around your mouth, you noted, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of your lower lip. Dabi crossed your mind again – his teeth gnawing at your skin, biting – kissing. His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing down as he whispered into your ears. A flash of anger snapped you from your stupor, bringing your attention back to the dancefloor. Fuck. You needed to get laid. That would knock some goddamn sense into you. Luckily for you, there was plenty of fish in the sea.

Your eyes homed in on someone in the crowd – a man, not much older than yourself. He was watching you intently. The curve of your ass, the bounce of your tits as you danced. Hunger. Desire. Every nasty little thing he was thinking about doing to you was plastered all over his face. You could have him – you could have whoever the fuck you wanted. Fuck Dabi. Men were easy. Fools you could use for your own enjoyment and pleasure. All you had to do was invite him in. You stuck out your tongue – making sure to hold his gaze – and ran it along your lips. He grinned, depositing his half-empty drink on the bar. Hook, line and sinker. Within seconds the man was next to you – hands grabbing onto your hips to grind against you. 

Now this was more like it.

The music coursed through you – fueling your desire to move even further. Your new partner seemed delighted: his hands wasting no time in groping every inch of your body. He was bewitched. Soft curves, tight dress – you were truly a heavenly creature. The crowd was the perfect cover. No one would see how he touched you. How his fingers wrapped around the curve of your breasts, or how your ass pressed against his aching crotch. You inspired a craving like no other. Lips found your neck, peppering the skin with affection and desire. You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation – only to be met with a familiar fantasy. The scent of smoke and fire. Blue eyes staring you down. Kisses on your collarbone. His teeth grazed your neck. You wanted to stop – be mad and forget about him – but it felt so good. Even in your inebriated state, all you could think of what that damn villain.

What had Dabi done to you?

Ever since that damned kiss, all you could think of was Dabi. His beautifully intense gaze, his voice, his taste. The way he had looked at you. Your mind was absolutely consumed by the League’s arsonist. That burning desire you had seen within his eyes. It was tainted by his cruelty. Dabi had spat venom at you to push you away. And yet you craved for him. Even if he hated you, you still wanted him. It was pathetic. In your current state though, you found it difficult to care. A pair of hands squeezed your breasts. You imagined Dabi grinding against you. He would taunt you. Call you out whenever you moaned like a little bitch for him. The curve of your ass bumped against his crotch as you swayed to the beat. You could feel his cock through the flimsy fabric of his trousers. To no one’s surprise, you had this man worked up. Unable to keep his hands off you, he grabbed your hips with both hands. An audience of hundreds be damned. Dabi wouldn’t give a shit. Neither would you. You were too far gone to give a single fuck about dry-humping this bastard in public. Dabi needed to know what he missed out on. The music melded with your desperate voice as you cried out for him, throwing your head back against his shoulder.

“You’re so hot, baby–” a voice broke through your self-indulgent illusion, barely rising above the droning music in your ears. Your eyes snapped open. The disappointment that followed was immediate.

Oh. Right. 

This guy. You managed a smile – one that stroked your dance partner’s pride. Fuck. This was a terrible idea, wasn’t it? The thought solidified in your mind as a second pair of hands brushed against you. Squeezing your ass shamelessly. Your head snapped over to the source. Another one. Big, burly frame and a killer smile. How long had he been watching you? The newcomer greeted your dance partner with a casual nod. The pair seemed familiar with each other, exchanging a look you knew all too well. Predatory intent. This party was getting a little crowded. Perhaps you’d gotten a little too carried away on your quest to forget about Dabi.

The big guy leaned over, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You wanna come home with us, little girl?” His voice bounced off the inside of your skull. Even the music seemed quieter with his words rattling around in your brain.

Stop this, a voice in the back of your head called. Say no. 

You nodded – smiling as the pair not-so-subtly locked eyes and shared a laugh. Idiot, you chastised yourself. His large hand took your own. You felt small. They could break you. Why didn’t that thought deter you? In fact – you’d almost go as far as to say it excited you. Maybe this was exactly what you needed to get over yourself.

The dancing crowd parted for the three of you – just enough to let you pass. Your instincts were on fire. 

Run. 

Go back. 

Don’t do this. 

But you wanted it. You needed it. The realization was a frightening one. Toga was right. You were down bad and the only way to drown this fucking crush was to overpower it. If you got annihilated in the process then so be it. These men would save you or break you. At this point? It didn’t matter which. You couldn’t tell if the droning in your chest was your heart or the beat of the music. It wasn’t until you made it outside and the music could no longer drown out your thoughts that it dawned on you – you were scared. Their intentions were anything but pure and yet you were willingly following them away from the club. To god knows where. You might not make it out of this. This was stupid even for your intoxicated ass. You knew better. This wasn’t about Dabi anymore. You could admit that you felt something for him now. That much was clear. What was happening to you now was no excuse to act so recklessly.

“I’m sorry –” you said, ripping your hand back. “I can’t go through with this.” 

The men exchanged a glance. Then laughed. Your heart sank into your stomach. They weren’t going to let you walk away, were they? Your feet instinctively moved back as they approached.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart, we had a deal –” 

“Are you fucking deaf? She said no, you idiots.” A voice called from behind – you recognized it in an instant. It couldn’t be. You had to be crazy. It took your inebriated eyes a moment to focus on and recognize your savior. What awaited you was not mere fantasy. This wasn’t some delusion the vodka in your veins had cooked up. Dabi emerged from the night crowd and took his place between you and the two men. He pulled your arm – making you stumble in behind him.

What the hell was he doing here? And more importantly – why was he helping you?

While his expression was difficult to read, Dabi’s voice had a vicious bite to it as he spoke. You’d never seen this sort of intensity from him before. Not even when he called you a liar and a cheat. Usually, Dabi wasn’t all that scary. Not to you anyway. A lot of other villains would probably disagree. But you never once feared for your life with him. If anything, his quiet fury kept you safe. Sure, Dabi was tough and intimidating at times but this was something else entirely. It felt like a quiet storm. A calm, white-hot rage that had even you reeling. 

Palm slowly heating up – a familiar blue glow gathering upon its surface, Dabi raised his hand at the men in silent admonition. “Scram. Final warning, I won’t ask again.”

You held your breath as they stared each other down – the distant thumping of music syncing up with your frantic heartbeat. If these guys didn’t do something soon, you knew for a fact that Dabi was going to turn them to ash. Witnesses be damned. He’d burn down the whole club if he had to. This was someone from the League of fucking Villains. Everyone knew not the mess with them. One of the guys finally seemed to realize this fact. He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Whatever – this stupid slut isn’t worth it anyway. Let’s get out of here.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed in disgust. He really shouldn’t have said that. There was no hesitation in what he did next.  A flash of unbearable heat blazed into the night. Flames shot forth from his palm. Their blistering heat beat down on the two men as they screamed in agony, crumpling to the floor in a smoldering heap. The inferno overwhelmed them both in mere seconds. Skin got torn from bone by the sheer force of Dabi’s attack – only to be incinerated in the blink of an eye. The blast was so large it even scorched the side of the building, leaving behind a sizeable burn on the brickwork. You gaped at the sight. 

Why did he – they had surrendered!

Someone in the crowd screamed and the next thing you knew, you were running. Dabi had grasped your wrist and tugged you along. Dashing through the streets, you did your best to keep pace with him. He wasn’t looking at you – focussing all of his attention on escaping the scene. You stared at the back of his head wondering what he was thinking. Dabi found you. Despite your best efforts to stay away from him. Maybe it was fate. His hand tensed around your wrist. Tightly. Then he began slowing down. Until finally, you came to a stop. 

Now what?

You didn’t get the opportunity to thank him – stumbling as Dabi shoved you towards a nearby alleyway. His treatment of you was anything but gentle as he grabbed your upper arm and pushed you out in front of him. Your back hit the brick wall next to some greasy trashcans. A handful of thugs that had gathered in the alley looked over at the commotion. Wanting no part in what was about to happen next, they quickly made themselves scarce. Dabi huffed out a breath and released you. You reeled – partially from being manhandled and partially from the alcohol finally beginning to wear off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dabi spat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He wouldn’t look at you, choosing to pace back and forth instead. The sound of his voice alone was enough to make you understand he was livid.

Back against the wall – coming down from a days-long bender and staring directly at the man you desired, you were starting to wonder the same thing.

A/N: Delusional smut is still smut lmao. We're nearing a boiling point with these two! (: Enjoy this cliffhangerrrrrr love you &lt;3

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[loyaltykask]

Chapter 32

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

So by chapter 32 imma say that they are like three years together at this point, or at least 2 and a half since it is spring again and Sanzang met Wukong in like Fall/Winter.

So love that it is a thing that Wukong know the heart suntra more than Sanzang and he can take it to heart even more

It is impressive that here Wukong is actaully talking about custody and arrests rather than straight-up murder. Either he changed his tune and is willing to go the extra mile to arrest demons but I think that kinda neat that he knows the legislation of which jurisdiction is overseeing what kind of demons

Guy: They want to eat you Wukong: okay but like.... how?

WUKONG WANTS TO KNOW

Wukong DEADASS YOU ARE A BLESSING

HE knows how he wanna dies

Wukong: I love my sanity sometime last year when we got the pig so like..... just point me in the right direction bub

Wukong: These idiot, don't they know I'm me

Wukong just can't relate

Wukong: Let's see I'll have Bajie go up and fight. He if wins, he wins! If he loses I can save him and rub it in his face! Win-win!

HE REALLY SAID FUCK BAJIE RIGHTS

NOOOOO

HE FAKE CRYING THIS BITCH

SELL THE HORSE AND BUY SANZANG A COFFIN BAJIE DAMN

WUKONG COMES CRYING AND HE PANICS

Tells everyone GO HOME WE LOST BEFORE WE EVEN BEGUN

HE SO WORRIED HE SO CONCERNED

I just just SEE Wukong fucking smirking that he now get to boss around Bajie and Wujing. Wujing deadass standing there like "oh no the power has gone to his head" AND IT HAS SANZANG fell for the crying hook, line, and sinker

Sanzang: Listen to you big brother Wukong: Yeah porky listen to me

He gives Bajietwo choices 1. stay with the master and WHEN you fail you will be beaten or 2. go 'patrol' the mountain ie. go lure the monsters out

Sanzang: stop laughing at your brother Wukong: hehehehohoho Funny Piggy going to get

Wukong: I'm going to go spy on him Sanzang: just please.... don't mess with him Wukong: No promises

These are bully Bajie hours now

OOOO HE CALLED HIS A DODDERING, THE BIMAWEN, AND A SISSY

THIS LITTLE SHIT BE TALKING SHIT

Wukong tuns into a woodpecker to bite him

I think this like the ONLY time I've seen Wukong attack in a transformed form

Damn Bajie have some self respect

HE IS HAVING SO MUCH FUCKING FUN

GOOD FOR HIM

I can't tell.... if Sanzang is saying that Bajie is too stupid to lie and that he just can't see it.... or if he really thinks Wukong likes messing with Bajie enough to get him in trouble on purpose

He just happy he gets to scold the other for once, revenge never tasted more

GBSUKGNSIOEGNSOIENGS "You can beat him later, we in the middle of something right now"

WUKONG DOES NOT CARE PLEASE

NOW BAJIE SCARED THAT EVERYTHING IS WRONG ON HIS PATH HE SO WORRIED

It's funny how these demons find out about Sanzang. Like the heavenly beasts or people just KNOW Sanzang is the Golden Cicada because that was just that some hot gossip. And normal demons just hear either from the grape vines or other demons but deadass these fallen celestials are like 90% of the reason I think everyone knows about Sanzang

LIKE THESE GUYS EVEN HAVE WANTED POSTERS OF THESE GUYS

WHO MADES THESE?!

A common trait of Bajie is that he tries to hide his snout a lot during the journey, he tries to hide it in his chest/shirt like 4 times already. Kinda sad actaully how he wants to hide

Instead of yo mama jokes, they have 'im you daddy now' jokes in 200 AD China

Love that it is acknowledged that Bajie COULD have taken on Silver Horn one-on-one but he got overwhelmed with numbers. Poor guy...

[beezonia]

Hi take this random wip I churned out (I have no idea what it is)

———

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

Her voice drips like venom, Gabriel hadn’t seen Nathalie this angry in a  long time. 

“It’s nothing, those files were old and were never supposed to be seen in the first place.” 

“Oh, so you were just hiding this shit from me in hopes that I’d just forget the contract!”

The contract, the paper he and Emilie had got her to sign when they first met. When they showed a little bit of interest, baiting Nathalie until she was theirs . 

Hook. Line and sinker 

Which worked, but god now their ideas were coming back to bite them in the ass. 

“I can't actually believe I let you keep this from me. Why did you hide it?! So I couldn't move on?”

The truth was going to make her angry, and Gabriel really needed to keep her sweet. If he lost Nathalie he’d lose the woman who had the power and strength to do what he couldn’t do. 

“We didn’t want to hurt you when things got tougher, the arguments between me and emile could’ve gotten worse and you would have been in the middle of it.” 

A scoff. Then a sniffle and the sound of her desk chair scraping across the floor. 

“No, you two just didn’t want me to leave.” 

A pause, oh of course she’d see right through it! This is Nathalie they were talking about! 

“Nathalie! We had your best interests in mind. Me and Emilie love you and so does Adri-“ 

It’s an almost animalistic growl that comes out of her. Nathalie is up on her feet as quickly as humans can.

“Don’t you dare bring Adrien into this! That boy has done nothing to deserve the shit you put him through! Both of you.” Her elbow moves from the spot just a few inches away from his throat. “I’m going to pack my things, and I’ll never see you again.” 

Oh her venom was addictive, Gabriel wanted more. He had to convince her to stay, he needed to pull out all the stops. 

“You can’t leave us!” 

An almost maniac laugh. 

“Watch me.” 

——-

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Your Teeth in My Neck

Content Warning: Biting and blood.

Summary: Jade bites Yuu.

Notes: Reader is referred to as Yuu and Yuu uses he/they pronouns.

Jade is a scientist before all else.

Never one to do things on a whim like his brother and Yuu found solace in that. He was approachable to degree and was never one to display what was truly on his mind—he was like Jamil and Trey in that regard...

A certain, measured deliberation, that reeled Yuu in.

And maybe Yuu should've kept their guard up. Should've known not to sidle up to Jade with the intent on getting to know him.

Should've kept their distance from jagged teeth hidden behind soft lips.

Because, for all his silence and tempered actions the undercurrent of danger—of something predatory lurking just below the thin surface tension should've been enough to ward Yuu away.

Yet, he found himself drawn to thoughts of Jade like a moth to flame—latched to the idea of peeling away the careful layers that the Octavinelle Vice carefully crafted.

They felt like Rook at times, constantly striving to see Jade at his most vulnerable lead to him usually getting roped into helping tend to mushrooms and listening to the murmurs that were Jade docking down each reaction of his little world's in a bottle.

Yuu would catch a glimpse of fondness—softness that grated against his reputation.

He looked... younger. Like a kid who'd finally she'd the burden of knowing too much, Like Riddle after admitting his wrongdoings.

Like someone completely in control.

Yuu had never imagined they'd see that face bearing down on them, never imagined Jade would invite him to explore the mountains only to get shoved against tree and have bark dig into the thin fabric of their shirt.

Never imagined Jade's teeth in their neck.

The pain is searing, lights nerves on fire like as it burns with a pain so foreign that it nearly causes Yuu to buckle under Jade from the shock. He wonders if he'd topple over either way from how close Jade is, the lilting calm breathing clashing with the sensory overload.

From the trickling rain that had just stopped, to the give of earth, to the warmth of something—blood—trickling from his neck and down his back. The birdsong despite this odd and new experience. The brush of air. Trickling of grey light through leaves.

Fingers flex at Yuu's side, arms limp and back buzzing from being pressed against the tree for so long. They hadn't counted the seconds nor the minutes, stuck in a liminal space between Jade and heating body.

So when jagged teeth part from his neck and pulls away—blood, too much blood— smeared across lips and cheeks and coats teeth like lip stain—all the life that'd left comes flooding back.

Yuu doesn't know whether to feel shame knowing that he allowed Jade to get away with biting him or shocked that Jade even bit him in the first place. Either way, their akin heats under dilated gaze, clumsily shuffling to the side in an effort to evade the pressure.

And like that, Jade takes deliberate steps away before easing back onto the trail—it's only when he sees the back of his outdoor jacket that Yuu speaks up.

"Wh...Why the hell did you bite me?"

"There's a certain plant I'm looking for,"

"The hell does that have to—"

"Requires blood." Jade glances back at them, blood still dribbling from cheeks. "Human blood."

Yuu just gawks at him as he continues down the foliage but something in them stops them.

Jade is a scientist. He'd already planned this out before Yuu even knew what was happening. Carefully, deliberately.

And Yuu fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

[greenorangevioletgrass]

BRO, ik I told you already but part two was SO good (like, not that I expected else but damn), I already reread the whole story haha

I'd love to read the blurb for "From Eden" by Hozier.

For reasons 👉🏻👈🏻

Luv uuu! 💕

Ho-ho-hozier! It’s the god of filthy sex and poetics, so what better way to celebrate his music with some sexy time???

warnings: rooster is promoted, also rooster is a goodboi, smut [sub!rooster, softdom!reader, dirty talk, praise, orgasm denial, face sitting, unprotected sex]

***

Bali is heaven.

The infinity pool in your ocean-view villa sits right at the edge of the cliff with the beach down below, you’re a short scooter ride away from bars and restaurants and shops—although you spend most of your time staying in, fucking like rabbits…

“Mrs. Bradshaw,” he gushes as he lies back against the headboard, admiring how the white silk chemise falls over your curves. The V-neck dips low, down to your torso, and trimmed with lace. It’s so simple and classy and in the soft glow of the night lamp, you look positively angelic.

“Commander Bradshaw,” you throw a lazy two-finger salute as you walk over to him, climbing onto his lap.

His rough hands glide softly against the fabric over your thigh. It’s just a tad longer than your other lingerie pieces, and it’s somehow driving him nuts. “God, I can’t wait to ruin you in this,” he growls into your lips, seizing you into a searing kiss.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not the one ruining you.” you pull away with a coy smirk.

And if he was nuts before, he’s gone completely batshit now. “Oh?”

“Mm-hm.” you run your manicured nails along his abs, “In fact, why don’t we play a little game right now?”

You shift a little and feel him stiffening against your ass. He is fucked. “I’m, uh, I’m listening.”

“I’m gonna spoil you tonight,” you state simply, purring in his ear. “With my hands, my mouth, my cunt…” you nibble his earlobe and you know you’ve got him —hook, line and sinker.

“What’s the catch?”

“The catch?” you hum in contemplation as you shift lower and lower until you’re level with his cock. All veiny and hard and leaking at the tip. You take him in your mouth, a lot of him at once, and he hisses between his teeth. “You can’t curse.”

“What the f—”

“Ah. Quitting already?” you tear your mouth off of him just as swiftly, raising your eyebrow at him in challenge.

He clenches his jaw and he answers, almost petulantly, “No.”

“Good boy,” and just before you return your mouth to his cock, “At ease, sailor.”

“I’m an aviator.”

“Whatever.”

He scoffs, equally offended and aroused by how easily you dismissed him, although it’s soon replaced with a gasp as he hits the back of your throat. Jesus Christ. You’ve got his brain in his mouth, and right now he can’t think. His mind is hazy on chasing the pleasure in the warmth of your mouth.

And as his hand finds the back of your head, a devilish smile blooms on your lips. You let go of him, relishing in the frustrated whine he makes, and grabs his wrist. “Rule number two: no touching.”

“Are you fu—” he stops, catching himself, and takes a bracing breath. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You know I’m a lot stronger than you, right?”

“I know, but…” you hum, casually stroking along his length, “I’ve also got my hand wrapped around your dick, baby. Literally and figuratively. And if you so much as graze a finger on me or say a bad word, then it’s game over. You understand?”

He hates you so much. “Fine,” he begrudgingly obliges. But of course, he’s not gonna go down without a fight. “If I’m good to you, will you let me inside you?”

Just as you figured out how to flip the switch in him, he also knows how to get under your skin. And he knows that you’re also struggling to resist him.

“You’ll have to get me nice and ready first.” You push him so he’s lying on his back.

He already knows what’s coming, even before you clamber up, hiking the dress to expose your glistening folds, and he has to consciously bite his tongue to keep from swearing. He knows if he just opens his mouth, you’ll drip right onto him and he’ll lose it.

“You remember your rules?”

“No cursing, no touching.”

“You remember how to tap out?”

He snaps his fingers three times.

“Mm. Gonna ride your face now, okay?”

Rooster nods, looking up your skirt earnestly. Eyes falling closed when his tongue finds your slit. For a moment, the torture seems worth it. Yes, he’s about to cut his hand open by digging his nails so deep as he fists the bed sheets. And yes, he’s thinking about all the curse words known to man. But she’s also grinding into his face, fingers buried in his hair, sighing out shit baby I’m gonna fucking cum fuck fuck fuck—

If he ever drowns in your pussy, he figures it’s the best way to go.

You move down to his lap again, a little less graceful this time having just come down from an orgasm. Kissing away the arousal smeared on the corners of his mouth, his chin, his nose.

“Good boy…” you soothe a hand along his face. “Guess it’s time for your reward, huh?”

He leans up, chasing you for a proper kiss. “Yes, please.”

And as you sit on his cock, taking all of him inside you, a single strap of your dress slides off of your shoulder, exposing your hard nipple on top of the soft swell of your tits. He’s not sure whether it’s you or God or both, but he’s this close to coming.

And you can see that. Hell, you can feel it. And of course, you’d try to hold it against you. “Oh! Almost forgot to tell you the last rule.”

Fuck.

“No cumming until I say you can.”

His head falls back against the pillow with a groan.

“Told you I was gonna ruin you,” you goad him smugly.

The rules do not apply to you —you’re free to touch and curse and come as you please. Rubbing your clit and rolling your hips and bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it. And through it all, you count how many times he got close and begs for release.

“Baby please, I’m gonna—“

“Aw, but you look so good like this, Roo.” Chest heaving, cheeks blushing, eyes watery and unfocused from your undoing. “Just give me one more, okay? One more, and then I’ll let you fill me up with your cum and watch it leak out of me.”

“Oh my God…” he nods weakly, letting you bring him to the edge, and pull back until the sudden loss of sensation sets him on fire.

He’s shivering under you, flexing inside you, and you’re certain he’s aching now. With your thighs clamped securely on his waist, you flip the two of you over so he’s on top.

“Go on. Cum inside me, Bradley.”

In the years of your relationship, you mostly refer to him by Roo, an affectionate form of his callsign, or other terms of endearment such as baby, sweetheart, etc. Bradley is strictly saved for special occasions, and right now it sets something off in his head.

Something that drives his hips to slam into you at an ungodly speed. Fucking you so good that you’ve forgotten the rules you set for him, and guides his hand between your legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he pants out, pressing your clit just a touch harder. And as your walls clench around him, it’s game over. “Fuck!”

He swears he blacks out for a moment, and when he comes to, his whole body weight flops on top of you. He tries to lift himself off of you, but you whimper. Wrapping your limbs around his back.

“It’s okay, baby. Just… just stay here for a sec.” You run your hand gently along his spine, nails lightly scratching his skin.

And in the arms of his wife, devilish as she might be underneath the angelic facade, he finds peace.

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!