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babiesdreams · 2 years ago

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Day 1: Mark and Johnny

Warnings: Sexual content, Open relationship, jelousy, teasing (Lots of), overstimulation, chocking,

“Now curve your fingertips” You moan out loud at the actions of the innocent boy, making him smile, satisfied with his skill. “You like that right, babygirl?” Johnny says at you, caressing your cheeks slowly. “Now go faster Mark, make her feel every move” His lips stop talking when they brush yours slowly.

A known feeling starts growing inside of you, your whole face blushes as you feel the heat invading your body. "Fuck" Mark moans out making you feel even more flustered.

"you can't come yet baby" Johnny's voice sounds so deep as he whispers on your ear. You can tell he's worked up too.

Two tears start falling down your cheeks as soon as mark hits your g spot. "Fuck mark" the boy smiles at your words and you feel Johnny's hand stopping him from going faster.

"Now you stop, to tease her" the boy nods, taking his fingers out of you. "Take your underwear off" Johnny says and the boy obligues. Johnny's fingertips caress your hair to fix it.

You can tell how badly mark wanted to fuck you already by the speed of his breaths. "Not yet" says johnny. "She's gotta be desperate"

"I'm not desperate" you say to johnny kind of irritated by his comment. "You will, trust me" his fingers crawl across your body and that's enough to calm your anger.

"When you've been teasing them the orgasm is better" you look up to Johnny trying to recap how your boyfriend got you in this situation. "You know mark, some girls don't like teasing and that's completely fine" you say to him, still feeling the heat of the blush all over you.

"Yeah but you like it so I'll teach him that" Johnny smirks knowing what's coming. "I d- I it's not like that" you blush even harder and mark laughs cutely. You cover your face embarrassed of the situation.

You don't see it but you feel how mark's tongue starts playing on you pussy. "That's good just a little bit harder" Johnny says and the boy applies more pressure on your clit. You moan softly and your eyes roll back as your hands go down to grab mark's hair.

"That's it" Johnny says with a smirk. His lips meet yours again, silencing every moan that escapes your mouth.

His lips separate from yours for a second "Finger her too" he orders in a hurry. You feel the fingers repeating the motions he learnt before, which, mixed with the feeling of his tongue, drives you insane.

"I'm close" you manage to say in between moans and kisses. Johnny's hand stops Mark. You feel how he sits down on the edge of the bed. Johnny doesn't stop his kisses that are now travelling all over your body.

"I'm needy too" mark says impacient. "Well just trust me, it's gonna feel better this way. Your orgasm feels more and more distant as seconds pass by. Johnny's just as needy as you two, you can feel it.

"Now you're gonna fuck her" Johnny says with a mixture of anger and jealousy. You see how fast mark tries to get closer to you. "Hey, stop" says Johnny. "What now?" You think to yourself. "We don't want surprises" he says as he hands mark a condom.

The boy acts fast, before you can think about it you feel his thrusts as his dick goes deeper into you every time. He keeps up a medium pace that starts building a new orgasm on you.

Your moans get louder and Johnny stops him for a second "Now slow". Johnny's lips caress yours in a slow and heated kiss.

"You're killing me dude" mark says and you can just imagine his face completely blushed as he says so. "Trust me" that's all johnny can say before kissing your neck slowly.

"I think he's suffered enough for the first time" you say as sweet as you can but Johnny's look doesn't seem to understand your point. "He needs to learn" he answers and you don't complain anymore.

Johnny's kisses start feeling more than needy. "Now" he simply says signing mark to continue. The pace he follows now is rather fast. This time you try your best not to moan to keep Johnny from stopping him once again.

"Are you having fun?" He asks and you just know he knows you're on edge. He's teasing you. "Mhmm" you simply hum.

"Talk to me" he orders. "Y- fuck" you cover your mouth with your hands in a failed attempt to control the moan to come out. "St-" he starts saying but you interrupt him.

"N-no! Keep going please" Johnny smiles. "Told you she'd get desperate" but his joke doesn't make anyone laugh. You look at Mark to check if he's as desperate as you. He looks like it.

He sits on your stomach, resting his weight on his knees. His hand covers your neck and he makes you look at him. "Look at me when you cum" he orders with a low voice.

Your eyes roll back from pleasure but he forces you to look up into his eyes. "Faster" he orders and Mark obligues, making you feel your orgasm closer and closer.

"Fuck mark" you moan and johnny reacts instantly. "Moan MY name" he says and at this point it feels ridiculous so you tease him. "Fuck Mark you're so good." His hand chokes you harder. "You're even better than johnny" you moan as you turn your eyes to look at the flustered boy.

Johnny's left hand gets to your clit, making circles while mark fucks you harder. You orgasm almost instantly. Your eyes roll back, your walls close around mark's dick making him cum too.

But Johnny's hand doesn't stop. You look at him, his eyes are full of wrath and jelousy. His right hand makes it hard for you to breathe. "Jo-johnny" you moan out, unable to get any more words out of your mouth.

Your second orgasm starts growing inside of you. "Fuck johnny, I'm sorry" you moan loudly trying your best to make him come back to his senses. You cum again and his fingers starts going slower. "That's the way to rush an orgasm" he says calmly, getting his right hand off your neck.

"That was..." Mark starts "so hot" you finish his sentence. "Told you to trust me" Johnny says smiling at you both.

"I think you'll nail it tonight mark" you say recovering from your high. "I think so too" johnny agrees.

"Oh yeah so I'm gonna" mark says pointing at the door. "I have to get ready" you both nod at him at the same time.

"Close the door!" Johnny says making him go back to close it.

"So... What was that?" You ask him with a smile. "What was what?" He replies innocently. "Moan MY name?" You say as if it was obvious what you were talking about.

"You clearly liked it" he answers with a smirk. " I don't know how I got convinced to fuck your best friend" you simply answer. "The trust we have in one another it's beautiful" he answers kissing your lips softly.

"The trust I have in you is stupid" you correct him. "Beautiful" he says, this time referring to you. "Stupid" you answer referring to him.

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hoosurdaddy · 2 years ago

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Sultry.

Peter Ballard x Reader (not dark but I got to keep the theme).

(TW: Cockwarming, Hair pulling, manipulation, innocent kink, name calling (once), term of princess parts, reader is over 18).

Letting your nails glide against his chest, you whimpered, doing your best to keep quiet so Papa or the guards wouldn't hear you. Peter wouldn't like if anyone was to catch you. He always told you that they would take you away from him. You didn't want Peter to leave you, ever. He was the best thing to ever happen to you in this place (or so he convinced you). "Peter, why can't I move?"

Peter slapped your thigh, making you chew your lip so no one would escape. "Y/N, stop." Peter growled. "You know why you can't move?"

"But I'm so full." You whimpered out again. Peter shushed you, as he listened to ensure that there was no guards walking up and down the hall that could possibly ruin this moment.

"That isn't going to work, Princess." Peter chuckled as he guided his hands up and down your naked down, his other hand ran through your hair, giving it a light tug. "You know exactly why we're doing this, princess."

You huffed in reply to Peter, pouting down at him. "But I want to feel good, Peter. Make my princess parts tingle." You sighed. Peter chuckled, looking into your innocent eyes. You were so cute, gosh. You were so easy to break. The moment Peter set eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. He had to save you from this hell. If anything, You saved him.

“Don't huff at me, princess." Peter smirked, titling your chin to avert your gaze back to him. But your eyeline wouldn't me. “Look at me,” he demanded. It was simple, but so forceful. The only reply you could give Peter was a desperate whine, pouting even more. Peter rolled his eyes, tugging your hair back further this time to meet his eyes. There was so much darkness and ungodliness within his eyes. But all you seen was love and adoration with a mixture of lust.

"If you keep whining, like a bitch. Papa and the guards will here, and guess what? I'll be taken away.. And you won't ever see me again. Do you want that?" You tried to shake your head but Peter's grip on your hair prevented you, whimpering in fear instead of Pleasure. "No.." You replied quietly.

Peter nodded in reply. He knew one way or another you both would be caught, but by then, he would have a plan to get you both out of here, safely. "Then stop whining."

“Yes,” You whispered, looking at him.

“Good, princess. It has to be a secret okay?" Peter hummed, letting go of your hair, gliding it down to your hip. "Now sit still, and be quiet, okay?"

#peter ballard #Peter Ballard x Reader #001 #vecna stranger things #henry creel #stranger things au #🕰(stranger thing stories)

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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”

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lokiprompts · 2 years ago

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Second Date Update - Loki x GN Reader

Summary: I listened to a thousand of these radio 'second date updates' during my road trip this weekend. This is loosely based off the radio show, Brooke & Jeffrey in the morning. Freaking hilarious. Highly recommend.

Words: ~4k

Warnings: None, really.

You were desperate. Truly desperate.

You had met this dream man while getting a cup of coffee at the public café’ located at the bottom floor of Stark Tower. It was the ‘meet cute’ moment of your Rom Com fantasies come to life. Your toxic trait of procrastination and running late for work, yet still having time to grab a cup of coffee led you, well crashed you, into a broad chest. The person you crashed into cursed in a language you didn’t understand as their coffee soaked their shirt and you.

As soon as you got your senses back, all your eyes saw was the giant stain on the person’s shirt and your frazzled nature took over. Quickly, you grabbed some napkins from a nearby table and started to quickly wipe down their shirt, your guilt causing you to not even care about possibly crossing any boundaries with a stranger.

The clearing of a throat caused you to stop your ministrations and you looked up to see the person you had bumped into. Your eyes locked on his blue ones and immediately you were enamored. He was beautiful. Dark, luscious locks cascaded around the tops of his broad shoulders. His facial features were sharp and regal. Oh, and he was tall. You barely reached his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but think about climbing him like the sexy tree he was. This was the most beautiful man, no person, you had ever, EVER laid eyes on. Something about him felt so familiar, yet you couldn’t place it.

He stared down at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity but didn’t say anything. In that moment, you realized your hands were still resting on his chest, napkins bunched in your palms. You jerked your hand back and you swore, you saw his lips twitch in a slight frown.

“I am so, so sorry for that. I am running late, and I wasn’t paying attention. Let me buy you another coffee and give you some money for your dry-cleaning bill. It’s the least I can do.” You chewed your lower lip anxiously. You didn’t want this little engagement to end.

“Money for my shirt isn’t necessary, Darling. I would love to. take you up on your offer for more coffee, but if I recall, you said you were running late?” His voice deep, and smooth like honey. The endearment made your cheeks flush.

“I figured I am already late. I doubt a few more minutes will make much of a difference.”

He grinned, and you swore you thought your knees were going to give out, “Mischievous. I like it. Lead the way then, Darling.” You nodded enthusiastically, and got in line, him following behind you. The light chuckle that rumbled in his chest made your heart flutter.

As you stepped in line, you noticed that people parted like the Red Sea for this man. He must be important, you thought. Maybe a high-level person in the Stark Tower. Then, you realized, you didn’t even know his name.

Turning to him while waiting in line, you offered him your hand, “I am Y/N, by the way. And you are?”

Your eyes were bright, but his was filled with confusion. Maybe he was offended you didn’t know him? But that flicker of emotion only lasted for a second, before it was replaced with a soft, and tender smile.

“Ian. My name is Ian.” He took your hand in his as if to shake it, but instead he twisted it slightly and placed the back of your hand against his soft lips. A flustered squeak escaped you and you felt him huff a laugh against your skin. Soon after, you were at the front of the line, and he placed his order in addition to yours. The staff looked stiff, intimidated, but he looked at you with such an innocent twinkle in his eyes that you did not think anything of it. It just affirmed more that he was likely a head honcho in the building that commands respect wherever he goes.

After you paid, you handed him his coffee, still frowning at his stained shirt, “I still feel so awful about that.”

He took the coffee from you, your fingers brushing during the exchange. It felt like lighting coursing through your veins, “I swear, it is nothing that can’t be fixed. But, if you truly wish to make it up to me, how about we meet again?”

Your heart was thrumming in your chest. He wanted to see you again! You were practically beaming up at him as you excitedly asked for his number, saying you would text him to scheduling something. Again, he looked lost, but only for a split second before he smiled at you.

“I am afraid I have a brand-new device and I don’t recall the number off the top of my head. Can I have your contact information instead?” At first, you felt a bit deflated. It just made you think that he was planning on ghosting you. But why would he even ask for your number then? Your heart was urging you to take a chance.

Quickly, you went into your bag that you had slung over your shoulder and pulled out a pen. You reached for his hand and wrote your number down in the palm of his hand. His hand engulfed yours and it made your face hot.

“There.” You happily chirped, “I hope to hear from you soon.” The way he looked down at his palm as you walked away, told you that you would be hearing from him.

But you didn’t.

At least not for a few days and you were starting to lose hope, thinking this gorgeous man would never follow up with you until you heard a ding on your phone. It was a text from an unknown number and as soon as you read it was from Ian, butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you were replying at lightning-fast speed. Dating games, be damned.

You made plans with Ian to meet again at the coffee shop at Stark Towers. At first, you thought it was kind of odd, assuming he would want to take you somewhere else, like to dinner maybe, but his cheeky reasoning of ‘returning to the scene of the crime’ soothed your worries. You agreed to meet a few days later, exchanging short, but simple texts in-between, and before you knew it, it was date day.

And to say it went amazing was an understatement. He was dressed sharp, in an all-black suit. Thankfully, you had dressed up a bit too, and so you didn’t feel like a complete fool. The way he smiled when he laid eyes on you, made you temporarily forget to breathe. He looked at you like you were his favorite thing in the world. It was intense, but it felt right.

This time, he bought your coffee and a pastry for the both of you. Both of you sat down within the café and every once and awhile, you noticed all eyes were on you. Again, you assumed it was because of his incredibly good looks and his status within the Tower. Every once and awhile, you caught him making eye contact with one of the on lookers, but he always quickly rediverted his attention back to you. Conversation flowed easily between the two and you did find out that he worked in the tower, in a high-level position.

“But that is confidential,” He grinned. It was believable, so you dropped it. You talked for hours, and you found you had more in common than any other date you ever had. Your love for books, your tendency for mischief, and an older sibling that drives you up the wall most days. There were a lot of sweet, small smiles and bubbled giggles. Every chance he got, Ian would gingerly touch you; either by holding your hand or tracing light trails on your skin with his fingertips. They left goosebumps in their wake, and you knew you wanted him to keep touching you.

But you stomach had other ideas. It grumbled as the fact you hadn’t eaten anything substantial besides a pastry for several hours.

Frowning, you said, “I am afraid, I must end our little date. I need to grab dinner, unless you would like to join me?” Your frown shifted into an expression of hopefulness, but he did not mirror it back to you.

“I am sorry, Darling, but I have other duties I must attend to. Let me walk you out.” You were disappointed and confused. You thought the date was going well, why wouldn’t he want to spend more time with you? The games of your mind were spinning webs of doubt, but you wanted to believe him. lan walked you to the doors of the Tower but did not step outside. He reached for your hand, and you let him hold it. Awkwardly, you shifted back and forth, not sure how to end your date with your dream man. That was until he was pulling you close, his lips hovering over yours. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, drawing you in.

“May I?” He breathlessly asked you and you just nodded. In a flash, his mouth was on yours, but even though it started quickly, it was gentle and unhurried. It was a perfect first kiss to end a perfect first date.

Or so you thought.

After a shy, flushed farewell, you left the tower with promises to set up another date soon, but you never heard from Ian. You had reached out to him a few times, even facing your introverted nature to pick up the phone and call him. It went to his voicemail and like his texts, it went unanswered.

So, that is how you found yourself on a national morning radio show, Brock and Gina in the morning, for their ‘Second Date Update’ segment. They get in touch with your date and, essentially, find out why you were ghosted. Their producers prepare you for the strong possibility that you will hear something you don’t want to, but those rare love stories that survive the call propelled you forward.

You had just finished explaining your side of the date to the radio crew and of course, they were chiming in with their opinions.

“He sounds so great,” Gina chirped on the line, always the optimist.

“Maybe he is married. Did you see a ring? It’s weird he didn’t even leave the tower with you. It’s like he’s hiding you.” Alyson added. She wasn’t a lead to the show, but she was vital none the less.

“Ohh, maybe he is an Avenger!!” Joe’s laugh rang through your phone, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. The whole crew was hilarious, but you found him the funniest. His laugh was contagious.

“I doubt that highly,” You added. There was no way that an Avenger would be interested in you, an average person, but he didn’t resemble any of the team that you knew.

“Maybe he’s new? Or he works for S.H.I.E.L.D? It would explain why he hasn’t responded to you. He’s on a mission.” Brock said. You mulled it over. It was a solid explanation since he was so secretive about what he did for a living in the Tower. You hoped it was that simple and not that your dream man was rejecting you.

“We are going to take a quick break and then we are going to get Ian on the line and try and get you a second date!” Brock said, before placing you on hold. Music played for what felt like forever, until you were put on the line again. You were told to be quiet on the line until Brock introduced you. It was sneaky, being on the other line listening, but you had to know.

They dialed Ian’s number, and it rang, and rang, until that familiar voice answered. “Hello?” Still smooth as honey.

“Is this Ian?” Brock asked.

There was a long, pause, enough to prompt a, “are you there?” from Brock.

“Yes, this is Ian. Who is this? How did you get this number? This is a private line.” The irritation was radiating through the phone and for a moment, you felt bad about contacting him this way.

“Well, I am Brock. I am part of a morning radio show called Brock and Gina in the morning. We are doing a segment called ‘The Second Date Update’. It helps people who were ghosted, get in touch with their date and find out why they aren’t calling them back.” After his explanation, the rest of the radio show team said their hellos on the phone.

“Ghosted?” Ian asked.

“It’s when you go out with someone and then you stop responding to them, with no explanation.” Gina said.

“That still doesn’t explain how you got my phone number,” Ian growled. This wasn’t turning out how you hoped, and the conversation just started.

“Well, if anything that means that someone likes you. Likes you quite a bit. Does the name Y/N ring a bell?”

There was another long pause before Ian finally answered, “Yes, it does.” His voice was monotone and gave you no leads to what he was thinking or feeling. It was unsettling, to say the least.

�� “They had told us about how you met, your date, and they seem quite taken by you.” Gina said,

“Yeah, they really like you, bro! And that accent! No wonder why they found you so charming.” Joe giggled through the phone and when you heard Loki chuckle as well, you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding in.

“All this call means is that they really liked you and would like to see you again.”

Ian sighed, “I don’t think that is possible.”

“Why is that?” Brock asked.

“It’s complicated.” Ian’s answer was simple, and his tone left no room for argument. But this was Brock and Gina in the morning. Of course, they were going to argue.

“Well, let’s talk about your date first. Did you like them?” Gina said, desperately trying to keep Ian on the line.

“Oh, of course.” Hearing Ian’s quick response gave you just a breath of hope, “They are beautiful. Breathtaking, really. Our date was incredible. It was the best few hours I have had in a very, very long time.” You were surprised he was so freely giving out this information when he was so hesitant in the beginning. Maybe he was feeling just as lost as you.

“It sounds like you like them, just as much as they like you.” Joe added.

Ian sighed, “I do, but it just wouldn’t work out. There are too many…. complications.”

“Are you married?” Alyson butted in. Her bluntness always made you gasp, but it got the job done.

Ian scoffed, and it made your lip twitch in a small smile, “No, of course not.”

“Then what’s the deal, bro? They like you; you like them. Why aren’t you calling them back?”

“I don’t think I should say.” You chewed your lip on the other line, desperate to hear an answer and fighting every impulse to jump into the conversation.

“Well, whenever anyone calls into our show, they know they might hear things they don’t want to hear. They are prepared for that. They deserve to hear the truth.” Brock bargained.

That seemed to resonate with Ian a bit as you heard him shift a bit on the phone, letting out a long sigh, “I am not who I said I am and I am afraid, there is no coming back from that lie.”

“Well, let us help you. Who are you then? You would be surprised how much people are able to forgive with a little explanation.” Gina was always the voice of reason, and you loved her for it.

“Are you an Avenger, bro?!” Joe excitedly asked and Ian groaned on the other line.

“Sort of.” The shocked responses from the radio team were not surprising, and you had to cover your own mouth to keep your gasp from echoing into the phone.

“So, is that why you weren’t really texting them back, or calling? Were you on missions and couldn’t reach out?” Alyson pried.

“No, unfortunately not.” Ian laughed a bit, and it made your heart swell. You were quickly falling for that laugh, “I am not that well versed in the device. I had to beg Stark to even get me one.” Ah, so that is why he wanted your number. He didn’t even have one.

Apparently, that sentence sent Brock into overdrive. “Wait, you didn’t have a phone? And you work for Tony Stark, like ‘thee’ Tony Stark.”

“Hey, hey, now,” Gina interrupted, “Not everyone carries a cell phone and that is perfectly fine!”

“But that doesn’t explain how weird it was that he brought them back to the Tower again for another date. Or why they wouldn’t leave.” Alyson said, stirring the pot.

Joe laughed, “No, no, Y/N had explained that he wanted to bring it back to when they first met. It’s not like he’s trapped in the tower or something!”

There was yet another, long and uncomfortable pause from Ian. The whole radio crew was silent before Brock bravely asked the question on everyone’s minds.

“….Are you…are you trapped in the Tower, Ian?” You could hear a whispered, ‘oh my god’ from Alyson in the background. By now, you likely had carved a hole in the floor from all your pacing in your living room. Your hand ached from how tightly you clutched your cell phone.

“It is not an ideal situation.”

A chorus of gasps, oh my gods, and wow’s rang amongst the radio crew. There, in your living room, you stood still. Frozen in place. There were still so many unanswered questions. If he was ‘sort of’ an Avenger, why would he be trapped in the Tower? Soon, you heard Brock asking that very question over the phone line.

“I never said I was an Avenger. I am…” Ian paused again, “I have an arrangement with them and unfortunately part of that arrangement means I cannot leave.”

“So. you’re their prisoner.” Brock continued.

“Like I said, it’s complicated.”

Brock wasn’t going to let this go. This was viral level radio, so he pressed on, “Y/N deserves a straight answer. Stop speaking in riddles.”

Ian sighed, “I know they do…. I…I just don’t know how to tell them.”

This was the moment. You could practically hear Brock’s grin over the phone, “Well, what a better time than now? This is the part of the segment where I let you know that Y/N has been on the other line listening and they want to talk to you.”

“What?!” Ian yelled on the phone. His deep voice yelling sent involuntary shivers down your spine.

“Hi, Ian.” You shyly said, not sure what to say despite the frantic questions causing havoc in your mind.

“He-hello, Darling,” Ian stammered, trying to convey a façade of calm and collectiveness, even though he just yelled just a few moments ago. It warmed your heart, hearing him still call you ‘Darling’ even though you tricked him.

“I am sorry for contacting you this way, but you weren’t responding to me. I had such a great time with you, and I was so confused when you didn’t respond back to me. Ian…I…” You let out a long breath, not even sure how to continue, but he finished for you.

“My name is not Ian.”

“What?” You asked. All the gasps of all the radio show hosts were fading into the background, “What do you mean your name isn’t Ian?”

“My name…” He sighed, seemingly trying to figure out what to say, “is Loki. Of Asgard.” He added his home realm attached his name, as if he wasn’t wildly famous. How did you not see it before? You weren’t in the U.S.A. during the Battle of New York, nor were you one for swallowing tragedy via the news. Your heart was too fragile for this cruel world, yet there were some things you did know. Some good things. Like how Loki was mind controlled during the Battle of New York. How he has since devoted his life to helping the Avengers. The fact that you didn’t know who he was caused embarrassment to flood you to your very soul.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized you were agonizing quiet, until Loki’s voice pulled you back to reality, “Darling, say something.”

“Why did you lie to me, Loki?” Your voice was so small, and it broke his heart. You didn’t deserve this.

“I admit, the whole ordeal was because I was being selfish. When you ran into me at the café, you treated me like everyone else. I wasn’t a war criminal. I wasn’t a prisoner. I was just a regular person and when you looked at me…Oh, Darling, when you looked at me, you took my breath away. Then, when you didn’t recognize me, I couldn’t resist the opportunity for a fresh start. After our date, I didn’t know how to recover from that. I couldn’t tell you that I am…that I am a monster.” Loki choked out those last few words like they were poison.

“You’re not a monster, Loki.” The radio crew stayed silent, and the heaviness hung in the air and traveled between the phone lines.

“How can you know that? You barely know me.”

His question was understandable, so you tried to explain the unexplainable, “I know, we don’t really know each other. But I just have a feeling about you, Loki. The conversations we had and the time we spent together has been the happiest I have been in a long time, too. I am just asking you to give it a chance.”

There was a long silence and now you knew how Loki felt, waiting for you to respond to his spilled-out heart, “You still wish to see me?”

You couldn’t help but smile wide. You hoped he could hear it through the phone. “Of course, I do.”

“Even with knowing who I am? What I have done?” His tone told you that he didn’t believe it.

“There’s nothing I would want more.”

“So, with that,” Brock finally chimed in, his loud voice interrupting your sweet moment, “Ian, I mean Loki, I would love to offer you a second date with Y/N. We will pay for it!”

Loki’s lighthearted laugh washed over you like a balm. Tears pricked at your eyes, you were so overwhelmed with happiness, “I am afraid, we still have the limitation of the Tower. I cannot leave as of yet.”

“Well, we can get you takeout! What do you say? You have to say yes!” Brock asked.

“Yes, yes, of course, yes!” Loki’s words were just as watery and emotional as yours, and you knew your second date couldn’t come soon enough.

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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— “DRAGON’S CLAIM + KIRISHIMA.”

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut, dragon!kirishima, size!kink, pregnancy!kink, no pronouns but female anatomy described.

just thinking about dragon!kirishima being scared to fuck his human partner because of his monster of a cock. we’re talking lengthy and girthy, so much so that you can’t even fit your hand around the full thing... with huge weighty balls, practically bursting with semen used to breed his mate, and a bright red and scorching tip spilling precum as he humps pathetically at your thigh— desperate to put his children in you.

“d-don’t wanna hurt you angel, s’too big,” he would whine, primal urges surging throughout his veins and firing neurones in his brain. “dun’kno how s’gonna fit inside’ya,” kirishima shudders when you buck your hips up, wet and puckered hole latching onto his tip.

“i can take it kiri, want your seed, want your children...want you to make me your mate,” you plead and he preens under your demands and how needy you sound. a human dwarfed in comparison to him, your body wasn’t made to take a dick like his and yet your cunt is slick and all ready for him to make his own. eijirou can practically smell the fertility rolling off of you in strong waves, your scent resembling that of sweet honey and he knows that if he doesn’t breed you soon— another dragon will take its claim over you.

the thought alone is enough to rip a feral growl from deep within his chest— his clawed hands digging and kneading deep into your pliant doughy thighs. “no you can’t,” his chest rumbles and his irises glow brighter than expensive ruby gems held under the morning sun. “you c-can’t take my cock...s’gonna split you in two...”

kirishima could cry from how his adorable little human writhes beneath him, hips jumping up to take more of him inside that cute lil breeding hole. how easy it would be to ravage you until your eyes are crossed and your mouth is drooling, viscous saliva creating a sheen against your chin much like the light perspiration across the rest of your glazed skin.

you reach up and cup his face, running your hand over pearlescent vermillion scales that line his cheeks before tugging the dragon down and pressing a harsh kiss to the seam of his lips. eijirou’s forked tongue licks deep into the cavern of your mouth, claiming every inch as his while you swap saliva in a sloppy exchange. his cock drags deliciously up and down your gummy folds, head tapping against your puffy clit while your inner, heated walls call for the dragon. “don’t hold back eiji, i’m yours.” whispering meekly, you moan as the red head tongues at your neck, gentle love bites being painted against your glistening flesh.

giving the green light to fuck you senseless awakens the beast in kirishima, his large and scared hands pushing at your legs until they’re up and over your head. he folds you up into the perfect position, pussy exposed to the cold night air, juices glistening under the moon just ready and waiting his thick, milky seed. if he tries hard enough, kirishima can almost see you heavy and swollen with a litter of his dragon pups— useless and pregnant all for him. fuck, he wants it. he needs it. every fibre of his DNA begging for him to fuck you right.

without wasting another second, eijirou slams his cock deep within your welcoming heat in a single thrust— watching as tears spring to your innocent human eyes and your bottom lip trembles in a mixture of pain and lust. you quiver underneath him, euphoria written across your face as you’re filled to the brim, looking like a sweet lamb about to be torn apart as if it were prey. kirishima likes that.

bottoming out and grinding his cock against your deepest parts, he bares his sharp canines against your neck— claiming you as his before he coos at you.

“i know it hurts little lamb, but don’t forget that you asked for this. now be a good little girl and keep still while i fill that human cunt with all of my young.”

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years ago

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virgin killer satan virgin killer satan VIRGIN KILLER SATAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i hear you loud and clear my love 😏

warnings: smut, virgin!reader, daddy kink, the pet names 'kitten' and 'kitty' used constantly, female!reader

"You're a virgin?"

The question is inevitable and it has been asked on more than one occasion, but you suppress a cringe and nod, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"I... I hope you're okay with that."

"It's not a problem at all kitten." He assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so he was sandwiched between you and the sofa, "My only question is whether or not you'd like to lose it to me."

You bit your lip, hiding your rosy cheeks in his shoulder.

"No need to be shy kitty. Take all the time you need to decide."

You sit up, making sure your clothed heat was pressed snugly against the slight bulge in his slacks and grind down, meeting his emerald gaze as confidently as you could.

His hands snapped to your hips, controlling your pace against his hips, lashes fluttering as he stared up at you hungrily.

Before you could register what was going on, the Avatar of Wrath had flipped you so you were caged beneath him on the sofa, but the steady grind of your hips against his own continued.

Satan leaned down to kiss you like he had so many times before, but these kisses were more desperate, more famished, and so full of need he could see it nearly overflowing out of your sensitive little frame.

"Someone's rather needy, wouldn't you say?" He laughed softly, pulling away from you so he could grind against your ever-dampening cunt with a bit more precision, "So sensitive too... You're such a cute, innocent little kitty. I can't wait to ruin you."

You whimper as the blonde helps you out of your uniform, tossing the blazer, shirt, and pleated skirt to the side so he could visually devour your sweet curves and edges before they were defiled forever by him and him only.

"You're so pretty," He murmured between kisses, hands beginning to explore your body, squeezing and caressing you until one hand gripped your throat; angling your face up to meet his own and the other holding one of your wrists down and away from his clothed cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, impatiently straining against its confines and hoping to be freed.

"Yeah," You huffed, free hand tugging at his clothes, "You're pretty too so take your fucking clothes off to, ya prick."

Satan pressed his bulge harshly against the bit of fabric concealing your drenched slit and you whined, bucking your hips against him; clit aching with need.

"Don't speak to be like that kitty, or I promise you'll regret it." He warned, squeezing your throat a bit.

You giggled, sighing contentedly as Satan began to undress until he was nude except for the gray boxers concealing his length from your hungry gaze.

"Gotta prep you first," he smirked, tugging off the lacy panties you and Asmo had purchased a few weeks ago, "I want you to be as comfortable as possible, okay kitty?"

You nod, suddenly a bit shy as his nimble fingers traced down your heaving chest and tummy before sneaking between your thighs and rubbing at your sopping folds.

"So wet kitty, I wonder how this happened? Are... Are you excited? Aww, is my precious girl ready to be stuffed with her daddy's cock? Be honest, kitty."

You blushed fiercely as Satan leaned down, still smirking, but softer this time.

Two of his fingers slowly entered you and you had to suppress a gasp.

No doubt you had tried to finger yourself before, but your tiny hands were no match for the sheer depth and width of the ones gently pumping inside your cunt.

You gripped his arm, aroused whimpers pushing past your lips as he began to increase the pace; eyes concentrated on your face, gauging your reactions and doing his best to draw moans from your throat.

"Tell me sweet girl, have you even cum before? Can your little human hands make you feel good like mine do?"

You were panting now, eyebrows knit together as you felt something inside you, something you had never been able to do by yourself, and it was approaching rapidly.

"N-No! No no... Oh, d-daddy, f-feels good!"

You arch your back and try to buck your hips away from the hands working your sloppy cunt, but Satan's strength keeps you from wriggling away.

You stutter over your moans, gripping his arms and twitching as a wonderful feeling, like fireworks, came over you, so euphoric and warm, you began to cry.

Not a lot, but just enough of a sob and a sniffle for Satan to worry.

"Too much? Oh kitty, don't cry... Tell me what's wrong." He hummed, thumbing away the tears from your leaking eyes.

"That... That's felt really nice!" You giggle through your tears, "I d-don't know why I'm crying Satan, but I liked that."

Your pretty smile was contagious...

"I'm glad it felt good," He nuzzled his nose against your own, carding his hand through your hair, "Do you want me to do that again, or do you want to keep going? It's up to you."

You adjusted your trembling legs beneath him and pulled him down for a kiss, before saying, "I'd like to continue and I think you'd like to as well."

Satan smiled, "If you aren't 100% sure about this, we won't go any further. I don't care how hard I am kitty, I don't want to if you're not ready."

"I am ready. I trust you Satan and nothing would make me happier than being able to do this with you."

You pushed some of the straw-colored locks back from where they hung in his eyes and pulled him down for another kiss while Satan tugged his boxers off.

Something prodded your silky folds, causing a whimper to slip from your throat.

"This is okay? You're sure?"

You take a deep breath and consent with a "yes."

Satan intertwines his fingers with your own, simultaneously lining himself up with your entrance. He spat on the widest part of his cock, using a mixture of that and your slick to lubricate his length before pressing his hips forward as slowly and gently as possible.

You squeeze his hand and he pauses, eyes flitting to yours for a moment to check for any signs of regret or fear; he found fear, but no regret.

Satan wasn't small so you had a reason to be nervous.

He pressed a bit more and his head was fully enveloped in your tight hole. Exhaling, he continued to push; rolling your clit around with his thumb to take your mind off the intrusion and kissing you deeply to comfort you and swallow your whines.

As the widest part of his cock began to slip into your pussy, the pain you were already feeling worsened and you gripped his hand tightly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're such a good girl for me," Satan comforted, pulling out a bit to relieve you before pushing his hips in more, "You're halfway there kitty, I'm so proud."

"Half... only half?" You huff, "Feels s-so full Daddy, I don't think my pussy's big enough..."

"Oh, it'll fit. You just have to learn how to take a cock like mine. I believe in my kitty, you're so close."

Satan allowed you a few minutes to adjust, speaking to you with soft, encouraging words, thumbing your engorged clit, and kissing you until you were relaxed and smiling.

"Ready to keep going?"

"Uh-huh."

The last bit was easier, except for the fact that it was a tight fit.

The head of Satan's cock reached deeper than anything had before.

He lifted your legs to cross over his back, allowing your cunt to grip the base of his shaft.

He gave you a few minutes to adjust to his thickness but Satan was growing a bit desperate himself. Your tight cunt would squeeze him so deliciously and you smelled so fucking good he could barely stand it.

When some time has passed, he starts carefully rocking his hips against your own, kissing you deftly and swallowing your moans.

"So big-" You manage to huff between kisses, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips as he pulls almost all the way out before stuffing his length back into your clenching hole, "Hngg- fuck..."

"Good girl, such a good girl," Satan whispered through a soft moan of his own, "You wanna go a little faster kitten? You want daddy to fuck you nice and hard on his fat cock?"

You nodded furiously, mouth falling open as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts marveling at the way your pretty pussy would just swallow him every time he pressed his hips into your own. Your cunt was absolutely drenched felt so good. He could feel the way the sticky substance dampened his own hips and dripped onto the couch with how hard he was pounding you.

You looked so beautiful beneath him too, lips parted with small, quick breaths and choppy moans, hickeys blooming along your collarbones and an absolutely perfect heat wrapped around his cock?

He was so lucky.

"You're beautiful, kitty. I want to keep you all to myself without any of my rotten brothers bothering us. This pussy is mine, understand? You are mine." He hissed, drowning your high pitched whines with his lips.

He would give anything to be in a relationship with you, make a life together, and end each and every day with you bouncing on his length in whatever position suited your fancy.

You arched your back when his fingers teased your throbbing clit, forcing an orgasm out from between your legs.

The demon slowed, but never stopped, hips still rocking against yours, fingers still rubbing away at your sensitive heat.

You gave a shuddering sigh and gripped his back, whimpering as he started fucking you harder.

"Daddy's gonna cum, baby." He huffs in your ear, "I know you're tired, but hold on just for me, okay?"

"Oooh! D-Daddy, I'm so sensitive, ah- aah! Sh-Shit I think I'm gonna cum again-"

"You better not, you naughty kitty, or daddy will punish you. You've been such a good girl for me so far, are you really gonna ruin that because your greedy cunny has to cum?" He watches you shake with effort, grasping at the wrist teasing your abused clit as you try and wait for him to cum.

The air is filled with the steady slapping of hips and the squelch of your drippy heat around a fat dick, serenaded by his sexy grunts and an endless moan of ah! ah! ah!'s and Satan knew he couldn't last much longer this round.

You needed a break as well, judging by how much you were trembling beneath him and doing your best to be good and hold back an orgasm until he was ready.

"Awww, are you crying, kitty? Does it feel that good?" You nod, hiccupping softly, hips moving tiredly to meet his heavy thrusts. "It does, doesn't it. You love daddy's cock."

"'Wan hold your hand daddy," You cried, eyes rolling back as he seemed to swell inside you.

He gripped your hand, "Of course, kitty. Daddy's right here."

You huffed with effort, your pussy grew more and more sensitive as the seconds passed. Your nails dug into your palm as Satan started slapping your clit and you knew you were done for.

"Daddydaddydaddy pleeease oooh fuck! Daddy I hafta cum, ohh, ohh! I'm cumming!"

"Go ahead, kitty, cum for your daddy-"

You convulsed against the couch cushions, forcing Satan's cock from your heat, only for him to force it in again and clip your abused g-spot, causing fluid to force his cock out of your spasming hole once again.

Satan held you by the throat now, pushing his length in and pulling it all the way out until he finished all over your labia, sticky white seed spurting out of his still semi-hard cock and lathering your trembling lips.

You tugged on his arm, desiring closeness after such an intense orgasm. Satan grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and gently wiped you down before pulling you into a warm hug.

"How are you still hard?" You sniffle, wiping away old tears on your bare wrists.

Satan blushed, "Don't worry about it, kitty. You need to calm down before we get to that. D-Did you enjoy yourself though? I wasn't too harsh on you, right?"

You giggle and realize, your sweet Satan is still here, wrapped in your arms and kissing your hickey-strewn collarbones and throat.

"No Satan, I loved it. You're such a good dom, I hardly recognized you."

He smiled, stroking your hair.

"Good to hear. If you're up to it, we can do round two in the shower~"

July 5th

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting,

A/N: Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper.

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

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animensfw-smut · 4 years ago

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I really like your stories there so amazing your one of favorite writers on tumblr. Can you make a insest Dabi x innocent sister reader smut please were the reader is shotos age.

Thank youuuuuu!!! 😊 I'm really happy that you like my writing!!! 💕 Also, sorry for writing this so late...

Thanks for requesting!

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Incest, dubcon, blowjob/ face-fucking, dry humping.

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*Third pov*

(y/n) lived with Dabi as Dabi had taken her away from Endeavor's house. However, despite being a villain, Dabi allowed (y/n) to attend UA where she met up with Shoto as they were in the same class.

"Hey lil' sis, you gotta stop wandering around the house with such little clothes on. I'm a guy, you know." (y/n) tilted her head,

"But nii-san, you never used to mind." Dabi tutted,

"C'mere (y/n). Let your nii-san teach you a little something." She walked towards him nervously as he pulled her to sit on his lap. He parted her thighs, her right arm around his neck,

"Now, it's easy for boys to take advantage of a cute girl like you."

"Take advantage? What does that mean?"

"It means this." His tongue licked her lips and his fingers pressed against her inner thigh, dangerously close to her most intimate part. Involuntarily, her shaky fingers grasped onto his shirt, pulling him closer to her lips until his tongue slipped between her mouth. Dabi let out a quiet groan as he devoured her lips. He couldn't help but rip her panties off, immediately plunging two fingers into her opening. (y/n) squeaked, the mixture of the pain and pleasure she felt apparent on her face.

"M-Mnnn, n-nii-san, i-it's dirty...!" She tried to close her legs, failing miserably as Dabi pushed her onto the couch. He lifted her skirt, his eyes locked onto the glistening folds, and he felt his cock straining against his pants. He rubbed his bulge against her bare cunt, thrusting into the slit over and over again. (y/n)'s hand covered her mouth as she let out moans,

"S-Stop nii-san...! I-I'm making w-weird noises a-and it f-feels weird...!" Dabi groaned as he threw her legs over his shoulders, pushing his bulge deeper into her folds, her warmth embracing his cock. He closed his eyes, wanting to cum on the spot. (y/n)'s legs trembled as his clothed cock continued to rub against her insides. The tears gathered in her eyes as she wailed,

"N-Nii-san, stop! I-I'm gonna p-pee! M'gonna pee!" She was unfamiliar with the strange knot in her stomach. Dabi grinned,

"It's not pee, (y/n). It's cum." She cried out as she came, staining his pants with her cum and Dabi's movements halted.

"Did that feel good?" Still in a daze, she nodded her head slightly, taking deep breaths to recover. Dabi freed his aching cock from its' confinements,

"It could feel even better. However, it'll feel gross and disgusting if someone other than i do it to you, so don't let anybody else do this to you, okay?"

"Y-Yes, nii-san~"

"It'll feel reaalllyyyy good for nii-san, if you put this in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop. You want nii-san to also feel good, don't you?" (y/n) looked at Dabi as she nodded yet again, crawling to him on the couch and sitting on her knees.

"S-So, nii-san will feel good if i put this in my mouth?" She rubbed the tip, curious as to why there was some liquid coming out of it. A deep groan escaped Dabi's lips and (y/n) shuddered, her cunt squeezing tightly at the sound.

Parting her lips, she sucked on the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around it. Surprisingly, she liked the taste of his cock, it made her mind cloud with lust as she sucked desperately, Dabi's hands griiping her hair.

"Y-You like the taste of my cock, lil' sis?" She bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth, her mouth squeezing around his dick.

"Ugh, your mouth feels so nice~" He stilled her head before fucking her mouth as if it was her cunt wrapping around him.

"God yes, keep sucking, (y/n)~" (y/n) tried her best not to gag as his cock reached the back of her throat, continuously abusing that spot. She desperately breathed through her nose, trying to get as much air as possible as Dabi rammed his cock into her mouth. He was chasing his own release, groaning whenever the tip reached her throat and tightened around it. He threw his head back, burying his cock balls-deep in her mouth and emptying his balls.

"Swallow it all, (y/n)~" (y/n) choked as the warm fluid filled her throat. She struggled to swallow it all as Dabi pulled out.

"So good for nii-san. I'll make sure to give you a treat." (y/n)'s ears perked up,

"Treat? What treat?" Dabi chuckled at her eagerness, lifting her chin with her finger and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue stroked hers, rubbing against it and making (y/n) squeeze her thighs together as she felt a weird sensation.

"Something that'll make you feel good~" His hand palmed her cunt, rubbing her wetness across her cunt. She squeaked, grabbing onto his hand, her hips lifting to get more friction. He stopeed what he was doing, smirking in the process,

"Hmm, you've got school tomorrow, you better go to sleep." He left her feeling completely dissatisfied and wanting something more. He wanted her to beg for him, and the very next day, she was knocking at his bedroom door...

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A/N

Haha, Dabi's so mean.

I feel like this one was shorter than normal, but i still hope you enjoyed it!

The next request will be:

Incest! Hari Kurono x Sister! Reader x Kai Chisaki.

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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You're Teasing Me

Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night.

Warnings: promiscuous themes lmao

Word Count: 2200

a/n: we back baby, another karaoke fic lol. This one came to me and I just needed it in my life. Song is Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland.

Just bold is you, italics and bold is Sam!

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"Bucky, come on!" You pleaded, desperate to get him to agree.

He just huffed, continuing on his path to the kitchen.

"It'll be fun! We can sing something from high school musical! Or something from the 40s!" You tried encouraging him with a song choice.

"Look, Doll. I don't sing. I just can't do it." He wouldn't look at you, no matter where you placed yourself in the room.

"That's not true. I've heard you sing!" You challenged, completely making up the statement.

"Okay, well I don't sing in front of people." He eyes you suspiciously, wondering when you could have heard him singing. "At least, not on purpose."

You let out a low whine, trying to think of a way to convince him. Just then, Sam and Steve walked into the room.

"Uh oh, what did tin man do this time?" Sam chuckled at your pout.

"He won't sing with me at Tony's duets-only karaoke party." It was your turn to huff, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.

"C'mon Buck! You're a great singer." Steve encouraged his friend, unaware of why he didn't want to do it.

"No can do, punk." Bucky glared at Steve, annoyed that he wasn't on his side.

"I'll do it." Sam cut in, knowing it would annoy Bucky if he sang with you.

"Really?!" You jumped from your seat at the island, excited at the idea of someone singing with you.

"Sure, it'll be fun." Sam replied with mischief in his eyes.

You squealed in excitement, throwing yourself at Sam for a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the room. "We have to go pick a song!"

Steve turned back to Bucky after laughing at your childlike enthusiasm, not missing the glare on the brunette's face.

Steve just shook his head, laughing again. "You could have just agreed to sing with her."

"I could not. I can't take that chance! What if I stared at her for too long and she figured everything out!" Bucky exclaimed, affronted by Steve's statement.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Steve knew this conversation would lead nowhere, but he was going to try anyway. "Maybe there's a reason she asked you?"

"Because I'm her friend." Bucky glared again. "That's how she sees me."

"I think you're wrong." Steve shook his head, leaving Bucky to contemplate his decisions alone in the kitchen

"Let's cut to the chase." Sam started talking, cutting off your list of song choices.

"About what?" You questioned back, thrown off by the statement.

"You've got a thing for Buckaroo." He said it with so much confidence, you almost forgot to deny it.

"No, I don-"

"And he's got a thing for you." Sam cut you off, you're eyes going wide.

"He what? How do you know that?" You narrowed your eyes, wanting to know more, but not knowing if you could fully trust Sam.

"Look, I wouldn't joke about this. I can tell Barnes likes you, specifically because of how much he denies it."

You bit your lip in thought, wondering if it could really be true. Ultimately, you tried to change the subject.

"Can't we just pick a song?"

"That's why I brought it up. I think I know a way to get him to admit his feelings..." Sam grinned, the same mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he had in the kitchen.

"O-okay. How?" You slowly asked, unsure if a plan concocted by Sam WIlson would pan out.

"The song choice. I've got the best one to make him regret not agreeing to sing with you."

He smirked again, somehow convincing you to follow along with his idea.

"Our next duet..." Tony glanced down at his list, scanning for the next two names. "Sam and Y/N!"

You squeezed Sam's hand, still unsure about his plan. You refused to look at Bucky, too nervous to see his expression, completely missing the daggers he was glaring at Sam.

The two of you jumped right into the song Sam chose, wearing completely mismatched expressions.

"Am I throwing you off?"

"Nope"

"Didn't think so."

The instrumental track in the background started to ease your nerves, allowing you to actually enjoy the performance.

"How you doin' young lady? The feelin' that your givin' really drives me crazy."

Sam was all smiles, doing his best to keep your nerves from getting the best of you.

Bucky choked on his drink when he took in the song. He had never heard it before, but judging by the first few lines he wasn't going to like that it was Sam singing with you.

"Your dope have a player 'bout to choke. I was at a loss of words, first time that we spoke."

Bucky let the words sink in. He knew Sam must've chosen this song. It wasn't even in the top twenty suggestions you gave him when you were asking him to sing.

Bucky's 'player' status from the 40s never really came back in the present. He was too guilty, too stuck in his head with everything he had been through.

The first time he met you, he was speechless. You were so kind and accepting, he didn't know how to respond to your compliments and reassurance.

"If you lookin' for a girl that'll treat you right, if you lookin' for her in the daytime with the light..."

You still refused to make eye contact with Bucky, knowing if it didn't go well you would mess up the rest of the song.

Bucky held his breath as you started singing. Everything you said applied directly to him, but you were singing to Sam.

"You might be the type if I play my cards right. I'll find out by the end of the night."

Sam winked at you causing Bucky to feel a pit of jealousy growing in his stomach, just wanting the song to be over so he could talk to you.

"You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it?"

Sam grinned like a man possessed, knowing the next line would really get to Bucky.

"All I can do is try, gimme one chance."

He looked directly at Bucky. It was taunting, almost as if he was saying "this could have been you."

"What's the problem, I don't see no ring on your hand."

Bucky was seeing red. He knew Sam was doing this to mess with him, but he couldn't figure out why you would agree to it.

Maybe Sam told you about Bucky's crush? But, you wouldn't tease him like this. Not unless...

He tuned back into your performance just in time for the chorus.

"Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I'm all alone, and it's you that I want."

Sam subtly gestured for you to look at Bucky, encouraging you to take a chance. You made direct eye contact with him as you sang, trying to listen to Sam's advice.

"Promiscuous boy, you already know, that I'm all yours what are you waiting for?"

Bucky couldn't stop the ear to ear smile from growing on his face as you sang those words directly to him. You smiled right back, nerves fading completely due to the look on his face.

You threw yourself into the performance, really wanting to give him a show now that you were confident Sam was right.

"Promiscuous girl, you're teasing me. You know what I want, and you got what I need."

Sam looked between you and Bucky, a smug smile appearing on his face. Of course he was right.

You surprised both Sam and Bucky as you kept singing, dancing with Sam in a less than platonic way.

"Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point. 'Cause we're on a roll, you ready?"

Sam faltered for a second before realizing, you were trying to tease Bucky for waiting so long. Teasing Bucky is definitely something he could get on board with.

The two of you danced around the stage, having the time of your lives. Every so often, you would look at Bucky, making sure he was still enjoying the show.

"Roses are read, some diamonds are blue. Chivalry is dead but you're still kinda cute."

Bucky blushed as you made eye contact again. The way you were dancing with Sam filled him with a mixture of jealousy and arousal.

"Hey, I can't keep my mind off you. Where you at? Do you mind if I come through?"

Steve clapped Bucky on his back, drawing his attention from the two of you as you continued the song.

"Don't say it, punk." Bucky was trying to sound intimidating, but the lovestruck look on his face did little to aid him.

"I'm going to say it, jerk. That could've been you up there. Singing..." Steve drew out the pause. "Dancing..." He chuckled as Bucky blushed further.

Steve himself blushed as you and Sam performed, although not for the same reasons as Bucky. He just wasn't used to modern dancing.

Bucky waved him off as he once again made eye contact with you.

"I'm a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely I'ma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don't talk for my health."

You moved your body against Sam's slowly, dragging out the moves as you smirked at Bucky.

"I want you on my team."

"So does everybody else."

You pouted your lips before your tongue darted out to lick the bottom one. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the thought of finally talking to Bucky when this was over.

"Baby, we can keep it on the low. Let your guard down, ain't nobody gotta know. If you with it girl, I know a place we can go."

You finally separated from Sam, looking at him in mock offense to play up the song. You put your hand not holding the mic over your heart, shaking your head with an innocent expression.

"What kinda girl do you take me for?"

You and Sam danced around through another chorus, although much less suggestively than your previous moves.

The song was like static in Bucky's ears as he stared at you, willing time to move faster so he could finally talk to you.

Sam kept smirking at Bucky as he sang, thoroughly enjoying the other man's misery at watching you and him perform.

"Wait, I don't mean no harm. I can see you with my t-shirt on."

"I can see you with nothing on, feeling on me before you bring that on."

You fanned yourself and bit your lip, playing up the sexual themes of the song. Everyone was having a blast watching and listening to you and Sam.

Nat and Wanda were dancing, knowing smiles on their faces as you shamelessly stared at Bucky during the dirtiest parts of the song, knowing you'd get a rise out of him.

Steve kept looking between you, Sam, and Bucky, for once enjoying that he wasn't the one being teased with sexual dancing.

Tony was trying to grind on Pepper, the two of them laughing and smiling as she swatted him away.

You jumped around the stage through the ending of the song, feeling freer than ever knowing your secret was basically out. Anyone who didn't know, clearly wasn't paying enough attention.

You and Sam slid an arm around each other as you finished the song, taking a bow as everyone cheered you on.

As you left the stage, Sam addressed the applause. "Thank you! Thank you!" He bowed again. "I would like to point out, that song was my choice. You're welcome." He said the last part directly to Bucky, ignoring the ever present glares being thrown at him.

You cleared your throat once you were close enough, drawing Bucky's attention away from Sam, who for some reason was still onstage.

"That was quite the performance, doll." Bucky smiled, slightly nervous now that you were so close.

"Well, I had to make you'd regret not agreeing to sing with me." You cheekily replied, still basking in your karaoke confidence. You moved closer, putting one hand on his chest and reaching the other for the back of his neck.

Bucky groaned at the feeling of your hands on him, reciprocating the touches. He moved a hand to your waist, the other taking up residence on your cheek.

"You're teasing me." You whispered as he just stared at you.

"I'd say it's only fair. I had to watch you dance with Sam." Bucky grinned, enjoying the banter.

"That's your own fault." You huffed, annoyed it was taking so long for him to kiss you. "I asked- no, begged you to do karaoke with me. It's not my fault you-"

He cut you off, pressing his lips to your own. You immediately reciprocated the action, eagerly pulling him closer.

"Let me make it up to you." Bucky breathe out when you finally pulled apart for air.

You smiled, fully separating yourself from him and walking toward the door.

When you were a few steps away from him, you turned back, looking him up and down. "What are you waiting for?"

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dollslayer · 3 years ago

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Artistic Intention

Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.

W/C: 2,374

Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing

A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!

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It’s 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He can’t be too apologetic though, he’s running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesn’t make it the professor will close the door in his face.

This is the longest 15 minutes in Steve’s life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesn’t stop, he’s only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. He’s nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and he’s trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.

Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, he’s not sure he’s ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.

He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. She’ll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume you’ll have no problem staying late as well. You’ll clean up after class.” The professor concludes with a short nod.

Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he can’t help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.

Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. You’re gorgeous, you’re coy and charming, you’re a muse. He’s still blushing because you’re naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. He’s been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.

He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, you’re perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. He’s flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.

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As class goes on Steve’s sketch is coming along nicely. He can’t bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like you’re amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.

Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now it’s only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.

“Mr. Rogers I’ve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?” The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. “Thank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.”

You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now you’ve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like you’re lingering. It’s just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He can’t help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

Steve jumps in surprise, you’re peering right over his shoulder. He’s caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?

He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.

“Uh, yeah. Yes it is. I don’t think it’s very good but I’m trying” He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.

But you don’t. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.

“It’s good. At least, I think it is.”

“Th-thanks, thank you.”

“Do you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?”

Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that he’s not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he can’t help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.

“I, I um, I didn’t realize there’d be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that there’s anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that, you’re- you’re beautiful too, you’re perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.” He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and he’s making a complete fool of himself.

He can’t bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesn’t notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask innocently.

“I-, um, yes. I think you’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Steve answers honestly.

He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.

“I think you’re beautiful too. And cute. You’re practically falling all over yourself, it’s sweet”

Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. It’s why he’s so beside himself now. You’re so completely beautiful and self-assured, there’s no way you’re talking to him. He sets down the stack he’s carrying and realizes you’re much closer than he thought. You’re inches away.

“What do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Don’t think I didn’t notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.” You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because it’s about to come right out of his chest.

Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.

“What do you say? You and me in this supply room? There’s hardly anyone here. Come on”

Steve feels like he’s dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. He’s never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.

“But- but what if someone comes in and sees?” He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.

“Isn’t that what makes it so fun?”

Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew you’d feel good but not this good.

Steve’s large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.

“We’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”

Steve doesn’t need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and he’s frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. He’s already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but you’re just as gorgeous as before but it’s the way you’re looking at him. Like he’s desirable, almost like he’s a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.

Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He can’t help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesn’t want to get too big of an ego with it but he’s always known he was… gifted.

Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He can’t control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. He’s pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.

There’s no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you don’t want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.

Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so you’re sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.

“I… don’t have a condom”

You don’t look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.

“Doesn’t matter, ‘m on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside me”

Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.

The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.

“We have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”

You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.

He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. He’s steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.

Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. You’re trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. He’s trying with all his might not to cum before you do.

His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and you’re squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

“‘M gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop” You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that you’re the needy one.

“Go on then, I’m not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.”

With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.

Steve makes one final thrust before he’s cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.

Steve can’t believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far he’s come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.

“So, what’s your name?”

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smutsonian · 4 years ago

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Ma'am I had this idea. Outrageous but I did😂😂. Dark! Colin Shea. Can u imagine. Him acting all friendly but his intentions r not so good. So I can't sleep now. Yay😂😂

Heyy! So another movie I haven’t seen 🤭 But it’s basically like a Neighbor AU situation, right?

I’m going to try something, I guess 😂

safe hands

colin shea x reader

warnings: smut! dark fic! noncon! drunk reader, innocent reader, stalking, obsession, loss of virginity, dark!colin, not proofread

wc: 1606

a/n: not me writing for characters i dont even know... @jack-skellingtons-stuff hope ur sleepin well now sdkskskkd

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So Colin...

Probably a boy next door

Like literally. You just moved and he’s your next-door neighbor.

So, imagine you... A young pretty little thing that’s fresh out of college and is looking for a job but you’re just this awkward little ball of sunshine that keeps messing everything up.

You never even go out of your apartment unless it’s for an interview, even then, you so dread those stuff.

“You’re a freaking adult now! Why can’t you just act normal and do adult... stuff?!” You would chide yourself in front of a mirror, groaning in desperation at your lack of... experience? Like workwise.

Hey, there are people working from home. Maybe you can do that?

And you did. And you actually found one which is great for your adulthood but not great for you because you never go out of your apartment anymore. At all.

That’s when Colin comes in.

He was there when you moved in, expecting you to greet him like every girl who sees him. He really gets em easily. I mean... look at him.

So he watched you as you brought boxes in which there was not much. There were like 3 boxes, maybe 5 but not more. He watched you with amusement as you were too busy grunting at the boxes, missing his nude form by his door, only a small towel to cover himself.

He takes a bite of his apple, obnoxiously chewing to catch your reaction but he was met with a slam of your door.

Since then, he has become fond of you.

He’d watch you as you went in and out of your apartment in those cute little skirts and wonderful blouses and every time, it’s a sight for him.

He eventually found out that you’re going to job interviews and he found himself following you and witnessing some of those awkward interviews and he finds himself growing more fond of you. Even got himself thinking that he might actually like you... Is that even possible? He’s Colin Shea. He doesn’t settle down.

But for you, he might.

He saw how you would block everything out and he listened to your late-night talks with yourself and he can’t help but think about how adorable you are. How helpless you are. Something ignited in him and all he wants to do now is be there for you. Protect you. Take care of you.

Imagine his reaction when you’re no longer getting out of your apartment.

So he finally decides to meet you. Or for you to meet him. He knows so much about you already but he won’t say that to you.

A knock forces you away from your laptop. You open the door to find a man staring down at you with a friendly smile.

“Umm, hi? D-did I, Was I making any noise or something?” Your stuttering would make Colin’s heart leap out of his chest and the way you're dressed down with shorts and a huge sweater only made his heart swell even more.

“Uh hi! I’m Colin! I’m your neighbor! I uh... Was going to ask a favor, if that’s alright?” He smiles shyly at you.

“Um, yeah! What’s up?” You smile awkwardly, silently praying for him to leave already. Not that he was annoying. You were just not used to this... And besides, you’re doing work.

“I locked myself out of my apartment and I tried talking to the office but I guess they’re already out. I mean it’s pretty late.” He looks down at his wristwatch before looking at you with a hopeful smile making your heart beat faster. Not because of his boyish cute smile but because the idea of a stranger being with you just doesn’t sit right.

But it would be more awkward to deny him now, would it?

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t here. I promise. Just need somewhere to spend the night. I mean I can sleep by my door but that would be--”

“Y-yeah, I guess you can stay for a while.” You give him a small smile which Colin found extremely adorable which then made him grin. A grin that soon fell when he took a look around your apartment.

He watches as you make your way back to your laptop, quickly getting back into your zone. His heart falls at the sight. Is that what you’ve been doing the whole day?

“Have you eaten?” He finds himself asking, not being able to resist.

He watches your face contort into confusion and he would’ve awed at the sight but your reply made him somewhat angry.

“I guess not... Did you want anything?” You pull yourself away from your laptop once more and Colin didn’t know if he liked the idea of you preparing his food but nothing for yourself.

What a sweet girl...

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll order take-out!” Colin cheered before pulling out his phone, wiggling his eyebrows at your shocked expression.

That’s how you find yourself eating pizza while watching some show on the telly.

Then those nights became a thing.

Colin would often visit you, making sure that you eat and take a break from work because he said that you tend to overwork yourself.

“You’re not my mom!” You’d playfully slap his chest.

“Well, I might as well be!” He’ll take your wrist before dragging you towards your bed and forcing you to watch another batch of comedy shows.

He’d be laughing at the show so much that you find yourself laughing as well.

You would no longer feel so stressed.

But then things went badly.

The company you were working for decided to let some employees go and unfortunately, those who work from home weren’t as important as those who work in the office.

You cried in Colin’s arms that night.

Colin did feel sorry for you. But maybe it’s for the best. Even the universe thinks you shouldn’t be working like that. He’s there to take care of you. You would no longer have to stress yourself out to live.

He’ll make sure to take good care of you.

Then the drinks came up.

One bottle of beer. Then two. Then three.

Honestly, you lost count.

Colin didn’t. He didn’t drink any.

He’d watch you with a smile as you’re sad and brooding aura turned into a giggly one.

“I’m sleepy...” You would mutter, head falling down Colin’s shoulder and he would embrace you happily, stroking the side of your face gently.

He’ll smile at the way you would squeal when he carries you to your bed.

“You enjoy being relaxed, babe?” He asks, taking your socks off. Then your shorts and shirt that went unnoticed by you.

“Too hot!” You’d fan yourself with your hand which Colin would take.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He’ll press a kiss on your forehead that’ll make you giggle.

Colin would watch your naked body, touch your warm skin with patience.

“So beautiful... And all for me, right?” He presses a kiss on your lips and you nod at whatever it is he’s saying.

He’ll easily play your body, making you and himself feel good. His fingers would play with your clit while his mouth laps on your nipples, taking turns from left and right.

He’d bask at the sound of your moans and whimpers that went straight to his hardening cock.

He’ll only stop when you’re drunkenly begging for more which he happily gives.

His hard cock would be poking your entrance and as he pushes in slowly, your eyes would widen, suddenly not so drunk anymore.

“Colin?” Your frightened voice alerts Colin and he would shush you with a kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I got you... I got you...” He whispers before pushing in, swallowing your cries with lustful kisses.

“God!” He moans when he’s fully seethed in, your walls hugging his cock. He stays there for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and slightly feeling guilty at your cries.

“Ahh...” You cry out when he slowly pulls out. He’d kiss your tears away before slowly pushing back in, pulling your body closer to his in a hug, whispering promises about feeling better soon.

And you did.

Your cries turned into moans which motivated Colin to thrust faster yet still careful to not hurt you. He didn’t even have to ask because when he looked down at his cock, he saw little blood, and his jaw clenched, feeling some sort of remorse.

“You’re doing good, You’re so good to me.” He whispers before resuming his thrusts. He’d dwell at the sound of your pleasured moans and his hand would find its way down your clit, fingers playing with the nub until your body was shaking violently underneath him.

“You gonna cum? Cum for me, baby... You’re good. You’re safe...” He grunts at how your walls are tightening around him. You whimper before curling against his body, unknowingly pulling his body closer to yours.

He shivers before cumming as well, his seeds filling your hole, making you drip with his cum. He places a loving kiss on your forehead before pulling out.

The mixture of blood and his cum makes him get a cloth before gently cleaning you up, being extra careful when he wiped at your core.

He cleans himself up before lying back beside you. He presses a kiss on the side of your head, your nose, and then your lips.

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore...” He places a hand on your stomach before smiling and pulling the covers over the both of you.

You’re in safe hands.

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a/n: see i dont think i should write for these guys (from movies i haven’t watched/too lazy to watch) because im probs messing up a lot skskks anyway hope y’all think this one is alright! also im a sucker for innocent reader jcnavn

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Chris and seb: @harrysthiccthighss

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seita · 4 years ago

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— the lottery: redlove | eijirou kirishima (m.)

pairing: kirishima/reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst if u squint

wordcount: 𝟹,𝟶𝟺𝟸

cw: cam couple!au, pro hero!bakugou

tags: soft forehead kisses, lonely!bakugou, protective kiri, dom/sub dynamics, male masturbation, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, cunnilingus, pain kink, light degradation/name calling, creampie, cum eating, soft aftercare kisses & praise

note: part 2 to the loved redlove fic. i really hope u guys enjoy this!

— redlove, bakugou's favorite camcouple, hold a lottery to decide who gets a private show with them.

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⇦ prev. live now: redlove

Bakugou was obsessed; something he found shameful. Here he was, one of the top heroes in Japan — the Ground Zero, infatuated with a couple he only knows because he jerks off to them every night.

He couldn’t imagine what people would think of him if they found out that he spent his nights with his first around his hard cock, imagining himself fucking the pretty cam couple.

But when he got a notification one afternoon, his phone buzzing obnoxiously on the wood of his desk, he knew he was fucked.

He had been lucky enough to discover the couple had a Twitter account and promptly followed from his private, personal account. Looking back, he was glad he had enough common sense to make sure he didn’t follow from his professional, hero account.

That would have been hard to explain to the media.

He unlocked his phone and opened the tweet, biting his lip as he pressed the like button.

“We are excited to announce that we’ll be holding a special lottery on our next stream. The winner gets a private show! Details will be explained.

— redlove <3.”

He was about to go see what they were talking about when there was a knock at the door. Bakugou jumped and locked his phone, slipping it into his pocket as he gruffly called for the person to enter.

He talked to his sidekick as if he wasn’t half hard in his hero costume the entire time.

The second he was back in his home, sitting comfortable in a soft t-shirt and some sweatpants, he took his phone out and finally took a look at who had been on his mind all day; the redlove lottery.

He checked the time, seeing he still had a few hours to go before you would start your stream. So to kill time, he made himself dinner and decided to watch TV.

Thankfully, it worked and before long he lost track of time. The only thing that reminded him was his phone buzzing.

He yawned, picking it up only to choke when he saw “redlove is now live!” plastered across the banner.

He fumbled with the device, not giving a shit about how desperate he was — it wasn’t like anyone was there to judge him. He unlocked it and clicked the notification, waiting with bated breath as the app opened.

The screen was black for a moment, the spinning circle in the middle showing that it was buffering. But after a minute, the screen was finally filled with your pretty face.

You were perched at the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt that slipped off of your shoulder with some faded writing he couldn’t quite make out. He couldn’t see any bra strap so he could assume your breasts were bare beneath. You were sitting on your knees, making it hard for him to figure out if you wore short, panties, or nothing. He hoped it was the latter.

“Where’s Ei?” you asked, reading the comments.

“He’s grabbing some things from the living room I think,” you shrug with a smile, “We’ll talk to you guys about the lottery before we get started though, don’t worry!”

“Ah did you start?” Eijirou’s voice was a bit muffled due to his distance from the microphone.

You looked offscreen and smiled, “Yeah, didn’t wanna start too late. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Your boyfriend hummed and climbed onto the bed, pressing a kiss against your temple, making you beam. Bakugou’s heart ached at the sight — it was almost sickening how cute and in love the two of you obviously were. The domesticity between the two of you was heart wrenching.

“So about the lottery!” you clapped your hands together and shifted to the side so Eijirou was on the screen fully.

Bakugou’s mouth went dry at the sight. The redhead wasn’t wearing his usual spiked up hair, instead it was down, hanging in his eyes. He wore a pair of sweatpants and he was shirtless, as usual. The hero wondered if it was common for him to be shirtless even when you weren’t streaming. The redhead sat back on his palms legs crossed on the bed as he eyed the screen, reading comments as you spoke.

“So, as you may know the website recently implemented a private show function,” you explained, clearing your throat before continuing, “So Ei and I talked about it and came up with the idea to hold a lottery for it! Basically,” you paused to giggle, squirming in your seat. Bakugou smiled along with you, the sound of your laugh contagious as he watched the way Eijirou’s hand was obviously up the back of your shirt.

“Go on then,” your boyfriend teased, lips quirked up ever so slightly.

You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, still smiling, “Anyway, we’re doing it on a donation basis. The more you donate, the higher chance you’ll get at being chosen!”

The playful look on your boyfriend's face vanished immediately. He leaned forward, closer to the screen, shaking his head. Bakugou’s eyes drifted to the comments on the stream to see a bunch of complaints; saying that wasn’t fair, how you were just using the viewers for money, even a handful of name calling.

“Hey,” Eijirou barked, brows furrowed. The sight made Bakugou shiver and a quick glance at you, watching the way you thickly swallowed, watching your boyfriend, he could tell you had a similar reaction, “Don’t forget this is our job. Of course we’re going to do the most we can to make money.”

Bakugou watched as the redhead began to click around on the computer. Glancing down at the comment section, he saw that a few accounts were now banned “account name has been banned” placed where their comments once stood.

“Don’t insult _____,” Eijirou grumbled, sitting back in his seat, “Remember, getting to see her pretty little body is a privilege that can be revoked at any time. I’m the only one who can call her names,” his voice lost a bit of its seriousness at that last statement, giving way to his usual playfulness. But Bakugou could tell he was still a bit ticked, his body was tense. The blonde let out a soft, almost dreamy sigh; Eijirou was a man in protection mode.

You chuckled, nudging your boyfriend before turning your smile back to the camera, “As I was saying...it doesn’t mean if you have to donate 100,000 to get a chance. You never know how your luck may play out! Either way, we look forward to this. We’ll be taking donations for this stream as your lottery entry!”

Bakugou’s heart leapt out in his chest. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d donated to the two of you. He could still remember the first time he’d heard you say his name. He’d made a donation at the start of the stream and you’d beamed, muttering out a cute “thank you, katsuki!”

The way he felt himself swoon was almost embarrassing. No, it was embarrassing.

How was he whipped over a girl he’d only ever watched fuck her boyfriend through a screen?

He sighed, pressing the donate button, going through the automatic payment process with a few clicks on the screen to verify his identity.

In the background, he could see the two of you have met in a deep kiss. His hand cradling the back of your head, slowly fisting your hair until he wrenches your head back to begin mouthing at your throat.

The whimper you release encourages Bakugou to speed up before closing the window, his donation of $120 successful.

He relaxes back against the couch, pushing his hand up his shirt to thumb his nipples. He could feel his cock beginning to grow hard in his sweats, making him grind mindlessly in his seat against nothing.

You were on your back, shirt pushed up over your breasts as your boyfriend cupped your breasts. Bakugou sighed at the sight of your pretty tits, taking note of the cute, white panties you wore that were adorned with cute pink strawberries. The material was a bit sheer from what he could see from how wet you were getting. The mixture of the lewdness of your pussy no doubt clenching and dripping against the fabric that oozed innocence and softness made his cock throb.

Fuck, you were so sweet and cute.

For a long moment, Bakugou felt envy burning in his veins as he watched your boyfriend worship your body. He tongue your nipples, sucking until they popped out of his mouth before descending down your body, leaving kisses along your ribs, stomach and hip bones. He finally settled on his stomach between your thighs, running his fingers along your folds through the thin material.

“Aw, you’re this wet from some kissing?” Eijirou teases, leaning down to kiss your clothed pussy, “You’re my sweet little girl, aren’t you?”

“Ei…” you whispered, shifting beneath him in anticipation, biting your lip as you reached down to thread your fingers through his hair, “Love you…”

The redhead grinned, kissing your inner thigh so softly it made Bakugou’s heart flutter before whispering, “I know you do, pretty girl.”

He slipped your panties to the side, moaning at the sight of your flushed, wet cunt. Pushing your thighs apart, he used his thumbs to spread you open.

Bakugou slipped his hand beneath the band of his sweats, palming his bare cock that was throbbing under his own touch. He watched intently, not even blinking as he watched the way your boyfriend ate your cunt like he was his last meal.

He worshiped you, kissing your folds, tonguing your clenching hole, before wrapping his lips around your hard clit. Your thighs trembled and jumped, threatening to close as your boyfriend pulled back the hood of your clit, exposing the extra sensitive nerves to his tongue’s abuse. You squirmed, yanking at his hair, wanting to simultaneously push him away and pull him closer.

He made the decision for you by pulling away. Your hand lost its grip on his hair and flopped back down to the bed. His touch wasn’t gone for long before he was pulling your panties down your legs.

“Shit,” Bakugou whimpered as he caught sight of the strings of your slick clinging to your panties before sticking to your thighs.

Your boyfriend seemed to have noticed the same thing, running his fingers along your soaked cunt, gathering your juices on his fingers before showing the camera, pulling his fingers apart to show the audience how wet you were.

Bakugou gripped the base of his cock, feeling hot and almost painful in his hand.

“Gotta fill that little pussy, princess,” Eijirou breathed, finally stripping himself of his sweatpants.

The Pro-Hero squeezed his cock at the sight. You were a lucky girl that he was damn sure of.

Ei’s cock was as long as it was thick, veins running along the shaft with a pretty, pink tip that always seemed to be drooling precum. The sight of his hand wrapped around his own length made Bakugou lick his lips — long, lithe fingers with veins running on the tops of his hands before reappearing over his forearms.

There was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that the two of you were a beautiful, perfect couple.

You were so pretty with a brilliant smile and contagious laugh. But when you had your legs spread for your boyfriend, you were a cute, submissive little kitten who was never too proud to beg for praise.

Eijirou was a pillar, strong-willed and protective — really, a perfect Dom. The second he had you on your back, however, he turned almost mean. He took advantage of your submissiveness to use you like a cocksleeve, praising you for being a good girl while telling you it was pathetic how easily you came just from putting his cock inside you.

But afterwards, he would let you cling to him, press kisses to your lips and temple and caress your skin until the screen went black and Bakugou was reminded that he was alone. While the two of you were no doubt thriving in each other's embrace.

It was those moments that reminded the hero how alone he was.

He was ripped from his thoughts when you let out a squeal of pleasure. Focusing his gaze back on his phone screen properly once more, he gave his cock a few strokes to the sight.

You were laid on your side, one leg lifted and pinned towards your chest while you clung to a nearby pillow as your boyfriends fat cock stretched you open.

“A-Ah!” you cried, biting on the pillow.

Eijirou soothed his hand along the thigh he was holding, pressing a kiss to your knee, “Does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“Mhm…” you whined, making Bakugou realize you hadn’t been stretched before taking his length.

“Ah but…” the redhead grunted, sinking more of his cock into your dripping cunt, “You like it when it hurts, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” you immediately gasped, eyes fluttering closed as he finally bottomed out.

“I know you do, my pretty pain slut,” Ei whispered, pulling out before quickly sinking back inside of you with an swift roll of his hips.

How easily he set a rhythm reminded Bakugou how much he knew your body. He got to fuck you on and off camera. Envy reared its ugly head once more, burning hot in his veins as he slowly stroked his cock to the sight of you getting stuffed full by your perfect boyfriend’s cock.

He felt pathetic. He felt envious. He felt...lonely.

His heart began to feel heavy but his cock remained hot and throbbing in his fist. Mindlessly, he surged his hips forward to fuck into his own fist, as if he wasn’t giving himself enough pleasure. His other hand dipped beneath the band of his sweats to cup his heavy balls.

On the screen, you were rolled back over, your knees locked around his hips as he fucked you. He panted, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, meeting your gaze with a serene smile.

The sight was so soft, so sweet. You leaned up and pressed your lips against his, nipping at his lip before pulling away to moan as he hit your g-spot.

“Atta girl,” Ei whispered, letting you angle your hips up so he would continue to hit it, “Such a good girl, make me hit that spot. You wanna cum? Want me to make you cum?”

You nodded, mouth agape as you whined, “Yes, please!”

“So polite,” Ei grinned, but made no move to help you get off, “Tell me why you deserve to cum.”

“Ei…” you sob, clearly not pleased with his teasing.

“C’mon,” your boyfriend taunted, “I won’t know why I should let you cum unless you tell me. You know I’ll leave you high and fuckin’ dry, don’t test me, babygirl.”

At the sound of his once soft, sweet voice turning dark and demanding, you whimpered and began to babble out anything that came to mind, “I-I’ve been good! ‘M your good girl, Ei. Please, I’ll do anything...please let me cum. Make me cum, only you can make me cum good!”

“Such pretty words…” Ei groaned, licking the pad of his thumb before quickly pressing it against your clit. You keen immediately, the arch of your back pushing your breasts out provocatively as you clung to the pillow beneath your head, “Go ahead. You wanted to cum so fuckin’ bad. Cum on my cock, make a mess for me. Wanna see you cream on my cock like the good girl you are.”

His filthy words sent you over the edge and you came with a cry. Through your high, you babbled praises to your boyfriend; ‘you feel so good’, ‘you make me cum so hard’, ‘please don’t stop’, ‘please cum inside’.

Your boyfriend fell victim to your pleas, giving a few more valiant thrusts into your cunt, forcing you to ride it out completely as he poured his hot cum inside.

Bakugou’s eyes rolled back, he quickly pulled his cock out of his sweats. He cupped his balls, rolling and squeezing them as he felt the tighten up with his impending orgasm. His cock throbbed violently, spitting cum across his chest, landing up to his cheeks. He opened his mouth without a second thought, making sure to stick his tongue out, only catching two jets of his cum on his tongue before it tapers off, drooling pathetically down his length.he swallowed the salty taste of his own load down with a whimper before slowing the strokes on his cock as he softened.

On screen, Ei slowed down, avoiding overstimulating the both of you before he fell over top of you with his hands on both sides of your head. He leaned down, meeting your lips in a happy kiss mixed with smiles.

“Did so good for me, pretty girl,” he whispered, pecking your nose before kissing your forehead, “Love you so much, you know that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He sat up, his arm around your waist as he shifted to look back at the camera. He cradled you in his lap, cupping the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“We’ll be doing the drawing for the lottery next week when all the donations you made will officially have gone through,” Ei explained, smiling as you buried your face in his neck, still floating through the pleasurable headspace, “Thanks for watching everyone!”

He leaned forward, jostling you slightly, making you whine. The last thing Bakugou heard was a soft, “sorry, babygirl” before the camera turned off and the stream ended.

The hero sat by himself, hand covered in drying cum that was on his stomach and shirt as well. As usually, the impending loneliness he felt compounded with the shame of having cum so hard from watching redlove made his heart ache.

Swallowing thickly, a thought occurred to him.

He had no idea how he would survive if he won that lottery.

Oh well, the odds of that happening were low.

Right?

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #afton.writes

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jisungsplatforms · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x (afab) reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut yeye; established relationship

Warnings: Mature content! (DNI if uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, fingering (main thing of the fic if i’m being honest), slight power play, degradation, liiitle bit of a praise kink (but the degrading kink overpowers it lol), use of pet names/name calling, pornography(?)/erotic filming, mention of safe word (not actually used), squirting, idk what else. (no PIV this time boohoo)

“You-you wanna what?”

Seungmin’s face uncharacteristically burned a bright red; his confidence was suddenly nowhere to be seen. “I said, uh, is it okay if I filmed you getting...fingered?”

You could only stare at him in disbelief. You weren’t gonna lie, you were caught off guard by your boyfriend’s request. It wasn’t something you thought you would never hear him ask, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t like it. Seungmin chewed on the inside of his cheek out of nervousness.

“You know what? Nevermind. You probably didn’t like that. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, Y/n. Just forget it.”

Before he could turn away, you tugged his arm back. “No! It’s not that, it’s just...why?”

He turned his face away from you and muttered, “I just want something to remember you bye.” Ah yes, it was now comeback season again, so that means you have to surrender your boyfriend back to his band mates.

“Remember me bye?” you giggled, “You’re just gonna be staying at the dorms again, not leaving the country. You can still visit me anytime you want.”

Seungmin groaned in agitation. “But- ah, nevermind. Just tell me you don’t want to! I’m already embarrassed enough!”

You laughed at his innocent looking face, albeit the lewd request he was asking not even a minute ago. “No, no! I do want it! I just didn’t expect that you’d be the type to want this kind of stuff. It’s kind of hot actually.”

“So, is that a yes?” he muttered, still refusing to look at you in the eye. You tenderly grabbed his face to turn it to yours and kissed him.

“Please ruin me.”

With that, a switch in Seungmin was turned on. Literally. He roughly took your arm and dragged you to your room. The fire in his eyes and the way manhandled you was almost enough to make you cream yourself. Throwing the door open, he practically shoved you into the room, nearly making you stumble. He lets go of your arm to slam the door shut and walked to your closet to get a towel. Reaching for the pink one on top, he took it and laid it on your bed. You stayed in your place in front of the door, unsure of what to do, until Seungmin beckoned you.

“What’re you doing? Come on, pup.”

Pup. Your face burned at the name, feeling the stickiness between your legs increase. You waddled to your bed as Seungmin stacked both of your pillows on top of each other on the edge of your bed. He takes his phone- which was underneath one of the pillows he took- and propped it against them. He swiped left to activate the camera and switched to video mode. He turned you first before he started filming. “Are you sure?” His warm, chocolate eyes were soft and full of concern but his dominant aura was still very much present.

You responded by sitting on top of the towel and spreading your legs. “Want you to fuck me dumb with your fingers, master.” You provocatively rub your thighs, making sure Seungmin sees your thumb brushing against your core. His eyes flickered to your thumb before narrowing. He gave a dry chuckle while rolling his eyes.

“You nasty mutt.”

He quickly glanced at his phone to press the record button then attacked your lips. The forcefulness of the kiss made you gasp, which Seungmin used to his advantage by latching his left thumb onto your jaw and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered, feeling him suck on your tongue. Squirming, you tried scooting closer to Seungmin’s arm that was directly in front of your sopping core. Catching on to that, he moved his arm to roughly grip your hip, pushing it down. His other hand moved from your face to the back of your head, gripping your hair.

“Dirty slut. No need to be so impatient.”

You whined, tears starting to form in your eyes, as he moved away from you, thinking he was going to get some ribbons to tie you down. Instead, Seungmin pushed the pillows and phone back to get a better view of the both of you. “Be a good little whore and keep your eyes on the camera.” He moves back and sits behind you, trapping you between his long legs. His big hands rubbed the inside of your thighs the same way you did as he kisses your neck. You resist the urge to moan, biting your lip when his thumb pressed against your clit. Not hearing the reaction he craved for, he rolls your clit with more pressure and harshly bit the juncture of your shoulder, making you moan out loud.

Smiling, Seungmin licks and kisses his bite mark and rests his hands on the waistband of your little shorts. Feeling his fingers slightly move on your hips, you get his message and shimmy out of your shorts and panties, displaying your drenched core to the camera. Seungmin hummed at the sight of your pretty pink pussy on the screen. “Look how pretty my little mutt is,” he muttered more to himself. You still caught on to what he said and blushed, not saying anything. You sit back down and relax against his chest as he went back to rubbing your thighs. “See how pretty your pussy looks, whore? How you’re so wet that you can see it glistening on the screen?”

You squirmed and whined on his chest, coaxing his hands onto your pussy. Seungmin, however, didn’t like that, apparently. He slapped your thigh with one hand and grabbed your face with the other. “Now, now. Behave and master will give you what you want,” he said, his thumb rubbing your jaw. “Understood?”

You nodded maniacally. “Yes sir! I’m sorry! I’ll behave for master from now on! Promise!”

“Good.”

Seungmin softly pecked your lips then plunged two of his long fingers into your core, making you moan loudly from the sudden intrusion. Not giving you enough time to adjust, he immediately set a pace that was faster than usual. You gasped and whined and moaned from just his fingers alone; the feeling of his digits rubbing your delicate, spongey walls made you feel dizzy. Once in a while, you glanced at the camera, seeing the lewd sight in front of you, an intense feeling of shyness overcoming you. You moved your hands from the bedsheets to grip onto Seungmin’s arm and thigh instead. With the curl of his fingers, he hit your sweet sweet spot, making you let an embarrassingly loud whine. You started to buck your hips to meet his arm, making Seungmin pin your waist down.

“Master!” you stuttered, “ ‘M close! Your puppy is so close, ah!”

Seungmin smirked and started to pump his fingers faster. “Yeah? Gonna cum a lot for master, pup?”

“Yes! Oh my- fuck- yes!” Your eyes were glazed and out of focus. What were you looking at? You didn’t even fucking know. Seungmin revelled at the sight of your fucked out expression, an expression he caused with just his hands. He adored the feeling of your wall clenching tighter and tighter around his fingers. Knowing you were close to your orgasm, he moved his thumb to your clit and rubbed it as well. You let out a pleasured scream.

“Fuck!”

You cummed all over his hands, trembling. Seungmin slightly slowed down his pace, not showing any signs of stopping. He moved his hand back to your thigh, stroking it to calm you down and pry your legs wider for him. You breathed heavily, your hole still pulsating. You were about to ask Seungmin if was going to stop and fuck you with his cock instead when he started pumping his fingers again, but faster. A mixture of pain and pleasure set in your core from the oversensitivity. “Seungmin!” you cried. “Fuck! It hurts! Wait!”

“Really?” he asked rhetorically. His tone sounded bored, which, for some reason, turned you on even more. “Does it really hurt you, mutt? Or are you just being dramatic?” You whimpered, shaking your head. You tried speaking but only unintelligible slurs and moans came out of your mouth.

“Come on. Use the safe word. If you really can’t take it, use it,” he said, half taunting, half out of genuine concern. The way you arched your back and threw your head back with shut eyes was enough to let him know that it was something you were actually enjoying rather than hating. Seungmin scoffed, “See? I knew you can take it, filthy whore.”

Because of the over sensitivity, your high was coming to its climax quickly. You tightened the grip on his arm, pushing it closer to your pussy. Your other hand was now on the back of his neck, clawing at it. He took his hand off of your thigh and lifted your oversized shirt, exposing your tender breasts to his phone camera. He squeezed and pulled on your nipples. You were already sobbing from the pleasure at this point.

“Close again, pup?”

You nodded, licking your dry lips. Seungmin moved his left hand to play with your clit again, pinching and circling it. The pitch of your moans increased. One harsh tug of your clit triggered your sweet release, whining desperately this time. You whispered a weak stutter, “Oh my-!”

Instead of stopping or slowing down, Seungmin only continued his abuse on your core, overstimulating you again. You whined and hissed, looking back at the camera to see your boyfriend’s cum-covered fingers moving in and out of your red pussy, cum leaking out with every thrust. You eyes rolled back at the erotic sight, your head back onto his broad shoulders. “M-Master.”

“Come on, slut. One more can’t hurt. I know you can do it, beautiful.”

You bit your lip and hid your blushed face in his neck. The feeling of your hot breath fanning against his neck made Seungmin giddy. His left hand was back on your hips, making it difficult for you to move around. “Aw, how cute. Puppy can’t keep still,” he laughed condescendingly. “Bet you can’t talk anymore either, can you?”

You didn’t respond to, let alone hear, any of Seungmin taunts. The sound of your labored breathing and the squelching of your wet sex was the only thing your mind had the capability of listening to now. Getting an intrusive thought all of a sudden, you were suddenly aware of the embarrassingly loud moans you were letting out. You covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle your lewd noises. Seungmin immediately took notice of this and pried your hand away from it.

“Ah ah, little one. Too late for that now,” he grinned. “Besides. I want our neighbors to hear how good I make you feel. That no one but me can pleasure you how I can.”

“Yes,” your voice cracked. “No one. Only you can make me feel this good, master.”

“Yeah? What are you then, pup?”

“I’m master’s little fuck toy. Your nasty little mutt.”

Seungmin giggled. “Good pup.” He buried his face into your neck, making you lean your head to grant him more access, and kissed and sucked hickeys onto it. He pumped his fingers even faster than before, one finger curled to rub your sweet spot, the other stretched out to hit your cervix. Your throat was already hoarse from all the screaming and gasping you’ve been doing. Tears continued spilling out of your dazed eyes and your lips were as red as your abused cunt. To say you looked erotically disgusting was an understatement.

To Seungmin though, you looked like an absolute sex god, loving how ruined you look. Tears of pleasure streaming down your face, eyes shut tight. Your shirt throwing over your chest, breasts heaving from your labored breathing. Neck stretched out and exposed, showing off your pretty bite marks and hickies to the camera. Legs trembling, trying to their best to not squeeze themselves shut. Seungmin thought he could cum untouched just looking at you. You screamed; you were on the brink of insanity.

“Holy shit.” Your grip tightened even more, your hips bucked, and your breathing got heavier. You were close to your third release of the night. The heat in your stomach, however, felt even more intense than the last two times. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Seungmin!” you stuttered his name. “Holy fuck, I’m so so so fucking close. Shit!”

You shut your eyes tightly, your head thrown so back over his shoulder and your mouth so wide open. He harshly bit your shoulder again, triggering your release. You let out the most pornographic moans Seungmin had ever heard from you. You were spasming, the feeling of your orgasm was overwhelming.

“Holy crap, Y/n,” Seungmin gasped. You slowly peaked your eyes open to see your boyfriend’s expression through the phone. His eyes and mouth were wide open, vaguely looking prideful. He wasn’t looking at your face though, his eyes were down at your sensitive area. You looked down to see what got Seungmin so proud. Lo and behold, you see his fingers still inside your clunt, covered in a clear, glistening substance. You narrowed your eyes to see clearly. You then noticed that that liquid was spread all over the towel and a little bit on the bed. Your eyes widened almost comically once you realized what it was.

H-holy shit. I-

“O-oh. Oh wow. Holy- I made you,” he slowly pulled out his fingers, making you wince at the emptiness. “I made you squirt! Oh my gosh!” He laughed cutely. You smiled at his accomplishment.

“Congratulations,” you said, cringing at the raspiness of your tone. “‘Think that was my first time doing that.”

Seungmin smiled brightly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“You did so well for me, beautiful. Good job,” he said softly. You smiled, relaxing your stiff body on his chest. He wiped his soiled hand on the towel to rub your back with both hands. The two of you cuddled, waiting for you to come back down from your high. Seungmin kissed your knuckles and leaned forward to get his phone and stop the recording. He patted you down with the towel after, then moved the pillows back to their place, pushing you to make you lay on the bed. He covers you with a warm blanket, waiting for your legs to relax.

“You know...If you have a video of me like that on your phone now...I think it’s only fair if I have one of you too?”

Needless to say, it was a long sexy night.

A/n: This was an impromptu(kinda?) collab with @seungmoomin so check out Nia’s version on their blog!! <3

#getting violently fingered by Seungmin collab. yes #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #kim seungmin smut #seungmin imagines #skz imagines #skz smut #skz scenarios #you can tell i’m trying something new with my fics HAHA

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pure-kirarin · 4 years ago

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More than friends : Koby x f!reader

A/N : Okay, I am just obsessed with Koby and there aren’t many scenarios with him so thought I might over indulge and write something.

Overview: You and Koby were childhood friends but haven’t met in four years...

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« - I am coming ! »

You get out of your room, wondering who was paying you a visit so late. You open the door slowly, carefully, only to discover a man in a marine uniform. You narrowed your eyes, scanning his familiar silhouette. Pink hair, gentle eyes, it could only be...him. You put your hand on your lips, retaining a shriek of surprise. Whenever you thought of Koby, you were only met by the image of the small child that you used to play the pirate and the marine with. The person you had in front of you now was nothing like that child, it was different, but the eyes were the same.

-It has been such a long time, (Y/N)-san. I am sorry that I didn't tell you in advance, I wanted to keep it as a surprise. He smiles and rubs the back of his neck.

-Koby-san !

You try to hold your excitement, feeling as if you were in a dream. You two haven't seen each other in more than four years. Four years of solitude. You only heard that he has joined the marines two years ago, and that's how you kept in touch by exchanging letters.

-Please get in. You say, opening the door a bit wider so he can get inside. You notice now that he grew way taller than you. To say that you used to tease him about his height...You couln't retain a smile while taking his coat, asking him to get comfortable.

-I hope that I am not bothering you. I didn't think much before coming. I was on duty on the island and-...

-Why are you acting like we are strangers ? You can come whenever you want. I am...really happy that you did.

You were a little embarrassed since you weren't used to seeing him in person. It's true that you both exchanged long letters in which Koby described his marine life to you, but being next to him, right now...Made you feel like you were meeting for the first time. He on the other hand, seemed more assured, nothing like the self conscious little boy that you used to know but so similar at the same time.

-I am happy too. You have changed a lot, (Y/N)-san. He says with a little smile.

-Says who ! You are taller than me now. You say with a pouty face. Wait for me in my room, you point to the door with a hand gesture, I will bring some tea.

Koby makes himself comfortable. It was also now a strange feeling for him. The feeling of having always been there for you through words but also one of being strangers. He takes a sit and first thing he notices is a pile of letters next to your bed ; his letters ? He smiles at the sight. Koby has always been extremely moved by how much effort you put into keeping in touch. When he received your first letter after he joined the marine, he was surprised that you still remembered him and that you even wrote him. None of his childhood friends have done that, but you did. He still remembers your shaky handwriting, the same flowry paper that you always use and the very first words that you wrote ;

« Dear Koby-san,

I am not sure if you remember me but I am (Y/N),

we used to play together when we were kids. »

Of course he did remember. He even recalls the happiness of having someone write to him almost religiously. You never missed a holiday, a birthday, anything. Anytime something will show up about the marines in a newspaper you would write to him to make sure that he was doing alright. He chuckles when he thinks about Helmeppo asking if these letters were from his mom.

Your words were always there when he needed someone, encouraging when he lost confidence, entertaining in the long lonely nights, a clutch, a breeze of innocence in his world.

Your silhouette shows by the frame of the door, ruddy cheeks, shaky hands, noticing the scattered letters on the night stand. You put the plate on the table and hide away the letters in a drawer under his amused gaze, he didn't recall you being so shy. You take place next to him, pouring black tea in porcelain cups. He looks at your shaky hands and says ;

-You used to hate black tea.

-I am not a little girl anymore. I can have tea now ! You hand him the cup with a wide smile. Him remembering small details about you put your heart ablaze. He brings the cup to his lips and you just simply add ;

-You drink it without sugar now.

-I guess that changed too.

He inexpected you more in details, it was true that you were also far from the little girl that he knew. Actually, he surprised himself quite a few times imagining your face through your words but it was nothing like the woman that he had next to him. He gets a little distabilized by that thought, and you look at him with big eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking about.

-You looked so cool in that uniform Koby-san... ! I am sure that you will become soon an admiral !

You said, trying to make the atmosphere a bit lighter, making him choke on his tea and say while waving his hand in front of his face

-I still have a way to go ! (Y/N)-san !

-You will be there in no time ! I am sure. You laugh lightly. Then, you tell him to wait for a second before taking a book out of your drawyer and putting it on your legs. Look what I have found last time by the way !

He looks at the book with an interested face before you open it. It was an old photo album with yellowish pages. Inside, there were many photographs of you. He remembers the girl-child with full cheeks and a contagious smile that was now imprinted on his lips. You turn the pages and then stop pointing at a picture of the both of you ; Him dressed up as a marine boy and you wearing a red-like cape, how old were you ? 8 probably ? You smile at that memory and say ;

-I really miss those days ! You were so cute, and you had such big cheeks. I'm sad that I can't pinch them anymore now !

Koby blushes and tries to take the picture off you hand but you hold it above your head before jumping on your feet like a kitten ;

-(Y/N)-san ! That's so...give it back. His voice was adorable,

-What ? Are you embarrassed now ?

-No it's just..

-Hehe ! Don't tell me that you are too shy ? You say with a playful voice.

Koby gets up and holds you by the wrist, you get a bit surprised but then you try to move your hand away from him, teasing him further. However, you didn't expect the man to have this much force and you fall back on your bed, making him lose balance as well. You open your eyes only to discover that Koby was now on top of you, your hand letting the picture go and fall on the ground. He lets go of your wrist and you both look deeply into each others eyes, distabilized by the sudden proximity. The proximity and the heat of the moment made you remember that he will only be spending a few hours in your presence. Your heart started beating fast thinking that it was your only chance to tell him what you have hidden for so long. You didn't want to do it like a coward, you didn't want to have hopes for the next four years, who knows when you will be able to meet again ?

« I want to be more than friends, Koby. »

Your words were fast, blunt, surprising. Koby wasn't able to process what was happening, you just went from zero to nine. You were always that way, so random, impredictible, always acting on the heat of the moment ;

- I am going to kiss you now. You whisper.

- huh ?

You didn't wait for him, you took his hand in yours, it was warm and a bit moist, was he as stressed as you were ? You closed your eyes, intoxicated by his smell ; a mixture of soap and cologne. At first, he didn't know what to do, feeling your soft lips just brushing against his. He stayed inert for a second then, he instinctively pinned your wrists by each side of your head, firmly yet gently. You let yourself go, you let yourself get guided by the weight of his body, engraving every single moment in your memory. I don't want to let go of him...You were eager, not willing to let go, you kissed him passionately as if you tried to pour all your love in that gesture. His mind was a wreck, his head was clouded, he has never thought that he wanted to kiss you that much , that you both needed it. When the kiss had to come to an end, Koby separated your lips, rosy cheeks, eyes meeting yours, half open. You held him by the collar, bringing him closer, an ocean of yearning mirrored in your irises.

-I kissed you anyways...

This time, it was him closing the gap between your lips. It was different, rougher, desperate, teeth tugging at his lower lip. One hand got lost in his hair while the other one rested on his chest, surprised to discover how fast it was beating, almost as fast as yours.

-(Y/N)-san... He says puzzled, not understanding how things turned up this way that quickly, nor what he was feeling at that moment and why he enjoyed it so much.

-..I...I wanted to...I have always liked you, Koby-san...That's why I...I looked for you everywhere...I want more...Than just friends.

Looking at you so fragile under his body made his heart melt. Nobody has ever waited for him for that long. He thought about the times that your words have cheered him up and about the times that you spent together as kids. He even thought about the promise that you have both exchanged, one day, in your yard. His hand brushes your cheek softly ;

-You still remember our promise then...He says.

Could it be ? What was just despair in your eyes turned into hope. You nodded, now encercling his chest holding him closer ;

-Then hurry up and become an admiral...

You said, remembering that hot summer day, eight years ago, a day when you promised that you'd marry Koby when he becomes an admiral.

#koby x reader #koby #coby x reader #one piece imagine #one piece #one piece scenario #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #one piece anime

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