#what is his waist so thin for? for other men to grab it? whore.

[altairair]

This image is living rent-free in my head

[stvolanis]

Hello! I love your writing!

Could I ask for a Tony shot where he is being intimate with the reader and it's her first time and he is very sweet and gentle? Would love to see that side of him. Ty!❤️

Hi anon! Thank you sm for this request, i love writing about Tony<3

Soft Lovin’

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Tony Montana x Virgin!Reader

WARNINGS: foul language, harassment in the workplace, killing (not graphic), Tony is kind of manipulative? Idk how to explain it I’m sorry😭

NSFW WARNINGS: Virgin!Reader, soft Dom!Tony, making out, groping, fingering, heavy praise, cream pie, oral (f receiving), light overstimulation, possessive Tony

sorry if I missed anything! This also isn’t proofread

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It was a long, fast night at one of the hottest casinos/clubs in Miami, Florida.

You’d just started working as a bartender, just barely turning 21 and in need of a paying job. A friend of yours, Angelina recommended it to you. She said it was a easy way to make money. Just smile, make the drinks, and serve them. But you wish she would’ve told you about the following stares of all of the men in the room.

They followed you everywhere you went, all over your body, shamelessly roaming. It felt as though they’d pounce at any second they could. It was a policy that the men here couldn’t touch you unless you verbally consented to it, but you don’t think they really cared about that rule all that much.

An arm snaked around your waist, and you froze in horror as a man, with breath that smelled of pure tequila, whispered in your ear. “Y-you shhouldd come home wi-with me!” He slurred as his friends chuckled behind him. You felt tears like your eyes as you shoved him away from you. “What the hell is your problem?!” You yelled at him, but he didn’t take that well.

His brows furrowed with clear distaste. “Woooah, baby, no needdd to be a bitch.” He growled out, his breath smelled gawd awful and it made your stomach churn. His arm felt grimy when it was wrapped around you, and now that you look at him, he looked like a crackhead.

His face had scabs all over it, along with scratches that you could tell were from him clawing at his own skin. He had teeth missing, and the ones he had left were different shades of yellow, brown and black. His skin was greasy, as was his overgrown mullet that looked damn near matted on the top. He was thin as twigs, and you could visibly see his bones anywhere you looked over him.

He was the most revolting creature you’d ever seen. He was a dirty, smelly man, and now you felt all dirty and smelly.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” You bit out. Suddenly, the man reached out and grabbed your arm in a painful grip that was sure to bruise, and you yelped out as you tried to push him away from you. “Stop fightingg against me y-you whore!” He choked out.

You’re waterline formed fresh tears that began to spill over, then all the sudden, you were ripped away from him and into the arms of another, more warm person.

You peered up at the man slightly; he was short, but still taller than you were. His hair was a dark brown, a chocolate color and short. It was kinda messy, and you wanted to run your fingers through it to try to fix it. You took notice of the scar that ran along his eye. It was beautiful. Something that was surely a painful experience, yet it looked so pretty on him.

He was ruggedly handsome. A little rough around the edges, sure, but he was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hands were thick and calloused, and on his fingers laid beautiful rings that were probably worth more than your life.

You thought that he was foreign, and when he spoke, it seemed you must’ve been right. “Fuck are ya’ doin, huh, man?” He huffed out to the crack head bothering you. “You fuckin’ with a lady jus’ tryna’ do her job? Eh?” He growled out as he lightly pushed you aside, going chest to chest with the other man who was slightly taller than him.

“Woah, Tony, i-I don’t want no trouble, man!” He replied, his hands flying up in surrender as he almost tripped over his own two feet walking backwards, trying to create distance between him and the short, angry man. “Turn around and don’t look over here.” He told you, sparing you a glance.

You did as told, as he seemed to be your savior, but you couldn’t ignore the loud, blaring sound of a gun shot ringing through the air.

You covered your ears and flinched as you let out a yelp. The ringing in your ears hurt, and your breathing became uneven as you felt hands gently remove your hands from your ears. “You’re alright, baby.” Tony muttered softly in your ear.

He had been eyeing you all night, and truthfully, he was no better than any of the men here when it came to the staring. But, the thing that separated him from them, was that he would never come onto a woman who didn’t want him.

You were a small, dainty little thing. He had no idea what you were doing in a place as filthy as this. Even when he was watching her from afar, he could see her little body trembling. The way her hands would tighten when she passed by men. The snarls women sent her. She flinched at every little thing.

When he had grabbed you from away from that man, your scent flooded his senses. You smelled of lily’s and vanilla, and a hint of whisky. He was sure the whiskey part came from when he’d seen you spill it all over yourself earlier on accident after nearly tripping over your own two feet. He thought it was cute, though.

You reminded him of a deer. So pretty, and fragile. Curious or everything you shouldn’t be. Flinching at the littlest things. Even when he faintly heard you speak earlier, your voice was so soft spoken and sounded like velvet on his ears.

His little Bambi.

So when he was ‘casually’ at the bar ordering a drink and he noticed that man harassing you, obviously he’d see this as his chance to come and swoop you off of your feet. He had this all planned out, you falling into his arms right where he wanted you.

And now as he stood behind you, your back to his chest in ragged breaths with lingering gun smoke in the air and the sound of people screaming and running, he knew he had you where he wanted you.

“You’re alright, Bambi.” He muttered sweetly into your ear. Your head whipped around, and he felt his heart thud in his chest as you met face to face with him. Your eyes glimmered under the club lights, but the tears in them made your doe eyes all the more beautiful to him.

“W-what..what did you do? What happened?” You asked, your trembling voice barely above a whisper. Almost as if you were afraid that if you talked to loud, something else would happen. “Nothin’, don’t worry ‘bout it. All that matters is that your safe now.” He replied.

“I-I need to go.” You muttered as you pushed yourself away from him. You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t like the idea of that very much. This resulted in him grabbing your hand softly. “I—let me make sure you get home safe, yeah? C’mon.” He told you.

You hesitated for a moment. A strange, foreign man who just killed someone for harassing you wants to make sure you get home safe. Sounds promising. “Okay.” You sighed as you walked out of the front door and out into the parking lot, the man following closely behind.

He led you to his car, opening the door for you to make sure you got in properly before getting in himself. “can you at least tell me what your name is?” You huffed out as you put on your seatbelt. He chuckled as he glanced at you, starting the vehicle. “Antonio Montana.” He told you after a moment. “But people jus’ call me Tony.” He added.

He had a dorky kind of smile when he said it, and it made a smile of your own form. “I’m—“ you started, but you didn’t get the chance to finish. “I know who you are, baby.” He said.

Your face bloomed red. “You’re not from here, are you?” You suddenly asked. He smiled. “I’m from Cuba.” He said. It made sense now, his accent was thick, and it made your legs squeeze together, which he didn’t fail to notice. “Oh.” Was all you said with a nod of understanding.

“Whddya doin’ in that place, anyway?” He asked. You sighed as you pushed your hair back from your face. “Needed the money. A friend said it would be easy.” You frowned. Tony clicked his tongue. “Need new friends.” He said with a chuckle.

“I—will you be my friend, Tony?” You asked. You didn’t really know why you asked, but he saved you tonight; and it would be nice to have more friends. “No.” He said, and your mouth hung agape. Guess not then.

“Wha—why?” You stuttered out with furrowed brows as your body shifted to better look at him. He inhaled sharply before his eyes pierced into yours. “Can’t be friends with someone I wanna fuck, baby.” He said, his voice deep. It sounded like he was restraining himself from saying more.

Your mouth hung open and your cheeks reddened. “I’ve—I don’t—“ you stuttered, embarrassment consuming you. The car halted sharply at large gates as his head snapped to you. “You’re a virgin.” He said, matter of factly.

You nodded as you broke eye contact with him. You heard him whisper a breathless ‘fuck’, but it slipped passed your mind as the large gates opened, and as you drove forward, a large mansion revealed itself.

You were lower-middle class, just barely scraping by. Never in your life did you ever think that a random foreign man who just so happened to be one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen would kill someone for you, tell you he wants to have sex with you, and then proceed to take you to his mansion.

“Holy shit.” You muttered. You were gawking like a peasant, but you didn’t care. The closer you got to the house, the bigger it got. It was unnecessarily big, but the men stationed outside with guns didn’t go unnoticed to your prying eyes.

“What in the hell do you do, Tony?” You asked as he stopped the car in front of the house. He stepped out and opened your door for you, his hand gently holding yours to stable you. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said.

And you weren’t gonna question him any further than that.

He lead you into his large home, and you were struck. Everything was red with hints of gold, and straight forward stood a large globe with the words ‘the world is yours’ on it. He led you up the stairs with a gentle hand to your back, directing you where to go.

You turned left and he stopped you at a large white door. “You can stay in here, take a shower n shit, I’ll be the next room over.” He said as he waved his hand around to the door next to yours. “Okay, thank you, Tony.” You smiled, to which he returned before walking to his room.

You entered the room, and surprisingly, it was different shades of purple. The walls were a dark purple with gold trim, and it looked beautiful. There was a large bed with lilac and dark purple bedding that had flowers engraved on it with lace trims. There was another door across the room, and when you opened it, it revealed a large bathroom with a gold trimmed tub that was built into the ground—almost like a jacuzzi.

It was glorious, you’d never seen a bathroom of all places look this extravagant.

You stripped from your clothes that clung to your body as your turned on the water, switching it to warm. As you stepped in, it felt warm against your skin; just what you needed after the bullshit you encountered today.

Suddenly, the door opened, making you gasp and cover yourself with your hands. In walked Tony with a knowing smirk on his face. “Sorry, baby, forgot to mention we share a bathroom.” He chucked out as he began to undress himself. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked as you eyed him.

His body was toned and fit. Hair covered his chest and arms thick, and the gold chain that hung on his neck made you gulp. You couldn’t control yourself as your eyes looked further down, and your mouth slightly hung agape as you took in the sight before you.

His v-line was deep and his happy trail made your thighs squeeze together. He was uncut, his pink tip barely peeking through his skin. He was girthy, very girthy. The length was intimidating, and you felt like his cock was staring at you.

You absentmindedly shook your head. Your mind was spinning, and you were unsure if the feelings you felt were feelings you should have about a man you’d just met. He chuckled to himself at your reaction as he lowered himself into the tub across from you.

And for some reason, you felt yourself move your arms away from your body to stop hiding yourself from him. Tony felt himself get hard under the water from the sight of you before him.

Your body glistened with water, and the soft ripples of your skin made his jaw clench—but what really got him, was your perky nipples just barely peeking through the water. Hard, and he wished to know just how sensitive they were. Your neck was beautiful, bare. He wanted to wrap his hands around it and ruin your life, but he knew he couldn’t; not yet, at least.

“C’mere, Bambi.” He said. You hesitated for a second before making a move towards him. He gently grabbed your arm and positioned you onto his lap. You could feel his cock beneath you, hard and prominent. It rested against your cunt that clenched around nothing. “Tony..” you whispered breathlessly.

“You gon’ let me make you feel good, baby? Hm?” He muttered against your lips. The way you shook your head unbelievably fast was embarrassing, but god, did it turn the man on.

His lips met yours in a heated kiss. His lips were rough and just a little chapped against yours, but you didn’t care. His tongue prodded against your mouth, and your tongues tangled together. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and everything about the interaction you were having right now was sloppy.

It was a mess, the way the mix of your saliva stringed onto the both of your tongues when you pulled away, just to dive right back in and continue. Your lips were swollen and red, puffy from Tony sinking his teeth down onto them in his haste of kissing.

His hands roamed your body, from groping your sensitive breasts to down your waist before resting on your plump ass. “Not gon’ fuck you here.” He said, breathlessly against your lips as he pulled the both of you up and into his bedroom.

He laid you softly onto the bed, moving your wet hair from your face. He stared at your for a moment. “Stay here. With me.” He demanded. “I’ll take care of you.” He said as his fingers traveled down, prodding at your entrance.

“Yes, anything, just please—“ you whimpered out as he slowly entered a finger into your sopping cunt. “Shh, I know.” He said as his finger began to enter you at a steady pace.

“More, please!” You told him. He clicked his tongue. “So needy. Gotta make sure you’re ready to take my cock, Bambi. Don’ wanna hurtcha.” He cooed out, holding your free hand in his, squeezing reassuringly.

You bit down onto your lip as he added in a second finger, beginning to speed up his pace. “You ever touch yourself? Hm?” He asked breathlessly as he watched the way you squeezed down onto his fingers. You nodded your head. “Cant make myself cum.” You whimpered out, your face blooming red.

He laughed mockingly. “Que hermosa.” He said. You didn’t know what that meant, but it made your stomach clench in an unfamiliar way. “Tony! I feel weird!” You gasped out, attempting to shove his hands away.

“S’okay, baby, just let go.” He said as he kissed down your stomach to your pussy that seemed to be talking to him everytime his fingers fucked into you. He sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth harshly, and the feeling in your stomach snapped as you released your juices all over his face with a loud moan.

He shook his head against your pussy, your clit still in his mouth, and you damn near screamed. He released your aching bud with a smug smile. He lifted himself up, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he lined himself to your entrance.

“Wait—Tony-“ you muttered, and he halted his movements. “What’s wrong, Bambi?” He asked softly. You bit down onto your lip. “M’scared.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled. Not a mean, cocky smile; but a sweet one. “S’okay, I’ll be gentle.” He said as he kissed your forehead, down to your cute little nose, then both of your cheeks, all the way down to your chin before he finally planted a kiss to your soft lips. You felt your heart literally explode.

His tip entered you slowly, before you knew it he was half way in and the stretch was painful. You both hissed, but for different reasons. You were tight around his cock, clamping down on him with a force, nearly making it hard to move. Meanwhile, it felt like he was tearing you apart on his cock.

Your nails dug into his back as you clung onto him, your little sniffles and whimpers not going unnoticed to Tony as he kissed your shoulder. “Doin’ so good, baby. Takin’ my cock good.” He said through clenched teeth.

He was finally all the way in you, and Tony wanted to move badly, but he refrained in fear of hurting you. Tears rolled down your face, and Tony kissed them away while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“Y-you can move.” You whispered, and Tony wasted no time in slowly pulling out before gently entering you again. The pain was quickly replaced with a pleasure you’d never felt before. “Oh my god—“ you gasped out as he entered you again, a little more harsh this time.

He filled you to the hilt, and you felt as though his tip was hitting your cervix as he rutted in you. “Amazing fuckin’ pussy, shit.” He groaned out as he began pounding into you.

Your moans grew uncontrollably and your breast bounced with every thrust his hips delivered to you and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You were so full, and you couldn’t get enough of his cock.

He was completely pussy drunk and the both of you couldn’t even form coherent words. Your gummy walls were warm and sucked him in so nicely. He never wanted to leave, and he was dreading the moment he was going to have to pull out of you. Your cunt felt like it was made for him, molding perfectly just to suit him and only him.

He was going to make sure he was the only person you were ever going to fuck again. He was going to ruin you for any other man, and make sure the whole world knew that you were gonna be his woman and his alone. He was the king, and he needed his queen. And when he seen you in that lousy club, he knew you were the one.

Nice, beautiful, soft and obedient.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, along with both of your moans, and your pleading. “Love this fuckin’ pussy, s’all mine, yeah?” He said as his forehead rested against yours.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slammed into you harder. “Ffuckkk, yes, yes, Tony, all yours!” You slurred out. He chuckled. “My good girl.” He moaned out as his hips drilled into yours at an inhumane pace.

“M’a good girl. M’your good girl.” You babbled out, not even realizing what you were saying as you nodded your head feverishly. “Gonna fill this pussy. Make you mine.” He groaned out as his thrusts became sloppy.

You felt yourself cum again, releasing your juices once again all over his lower abdomen. The way you were moaning and twitching under him, overstimulated, triggered his own release as he spurred his cum into your sloppy pussy; painting your walls white. But he didn’t stop, and his cock continued to fuck into you.

Your cunt was milking him and he wasn’t complaining. You were an uncontrollable, moaning mess under him. Your pussy was sensitive and sore by the time he finally pulled out of you, his body thumping next to you as you both laid breathlessly.

His arms pulled you into him, and being in his arms, legs tangling together, made you feel like all of this was so right. So perfect. He was so perfect.

You’d never be able to get enough of him after this, and Tony knew he was done for. The both of you craved each other more than anything you’d ever craved.

You fell asleep in his arms that night, the last thing you felt was Tony press a kiss to your temple and the world around you went dim.

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[imthefemalemonster]

Aemond get knocked up with Daemons potent dad nut

I like my requests precise and filthy ~ here it is anon, hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Working as intended

Daemond - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (Smut)

⸻ Summary: An intimate bonding night between a nephew and his obsessed but loving uncle.

Tags: Unspecified Settings, Unspecified Timeline, Adult Characters, Shameless Smut, Drabble, Breeding kink, Daddy kink, mpreg, Anal Sex, Top!Daemon, Bottom!Aemond

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Notes: I’m just convinced Daemon is obsessed with pregnancy - requested by anon on tumblr, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Prompts used for inspiration: here

⸻ Words: 998

The atmosphere in the room was warm, with both blonde haired men lying naked in the bed. Daemon’s right hand languidly caressed his nephew’s pearl white belly. It has only been a few weeks, maybe two months, but the changes were already visible and it pleased him greatly. He pressed a finger in the middle, on the side, at random places, the skin was rigid, resisting his touches. Aemond whined at the intrusive feeling. Lying on his back, head resting against the pillows, hair flowing around his face and shoulders.

“What are you doing?”, questioned Aemond, both confused and amused at the older man’s gentle and playful gesture.

“Admiring my work love.”, whispered the Rogue Prince.

Aemond chuckled, legs spread, Daemon was seated between them, admiring his thin figure. His single eye was doing its very best to devour his uncle's broad body, his threatening and arousing scars, impressive shoulders, all this bestial beauty culminating in the red, large and angry cock resting above Aemond’s groin.

“Good job old man, it’s definitely getting bigger, but I would like you not to touch it like that.”, sighed Aemond. He had been incredibly sensitive since the start of the pregnancy, but also more wanting, like he was starved and thirsty all day for Daemon. Aemond needed his uncle’s body against his, his cock buried so deep inside they would make sure not a single drop of his seed was lost to the floor or the sheets.

“You’ve been moaning and whining more since I’ve knocked you up hm.”, Daemon smirked, vicious, reaching for his cock, painfully rubbing against Aemond own erection, the friction

“Maybe because I’m more sensitive, thanks to who”, mocked Aemond, panting in anticipation, slowly moving his legs around his uncle’s waist, head up, “You are really obsessed with that.”, he cooed.

“It makes me hard and I want more. Knowing I can still make you full like that.”

Aemond nodded, letting his body relax, head going back against the pillow, sinful smirk on his delicate lips.

“Aw, with all that stamina left in you I wouldn’t worry about your ability to breed me.”, he purred.

“Hm, that's very me, pretty boy. I love to fuck.”

“Then fuck me you animal.”

Daemon laughed, leaning in, he grabbed Aemond chin with his left hand, his right stroking both their cocks together, ripping soft moans off the younger man’s mouth. The kiss was loud and wet, lips and tongue collapsing, mixing with each other in a luscious motion.

“You look so good beneath me.”, whispered Daemon against Aemond’s hot, swollen lips, “Just for me, full of my seed and soon my baby.”

Aemond was drinking these praises, pouring into him like a giant glass of water he craved. He knew he looked good under his older uncle, he wanted to. To be manhandled, fucked, bred, again and again.

“Your place is between my legs, as my cum dumpster.”

The younger Prince moaned as Daemon rubbed harder against him, hips thrusting forward, his heavy cock about to sink him into the mattress. The older man’s mouth found Aemond’s right nipple, closing his lips around it, sucking, biting the skin, tongue circling loudly.

“Where is your place, whore?”, he murmured against the sensitive bud.

Aemond tried to focus, Daemon working on his nipple too hard for him to voice his answer correctly.

“B-between”, he breathed, “Between your legs u-uncle.”

Daemon nodded, obscenely licking Aemond’s chest, tongue trailing on the hot skin, leaving saliva mixing with sweat.

“What for?”, he asked, lining himself up with Aemond entrance, slowly pushing in but not completely yet, waiting for an answer, torturing the hole with his large head.

Aemond whined, legs shaking, hands in fist grabbing the sheets, lower body moving around Daemon’s waist. Aemond knew he wouldn’t get any cock until he told his old man how much he wanted him deep inside and pounding into his desirable body, and what for.

“To be b-bred”, he moaned, smiling as he felt Daemon finally pushing in, his angry shaft braving the younger prince's rim.

Daemon smiled, pleased. He was obsessed with seeing his cock disappear into the thin, perfectly sculpted body under him. It was like fucking a younger image of himself. The idea of taming himself was arousing, breaking an insolent, arrogant Targaryen boy, making him nothing more but a fuckable hole. He would ruin anyone like him, just like they deserved.

“Bred me good, want that cum up in my stomach.”, mewled Aemond, tongue out, drool running on his chin.

“Don’t tempt me, boy.”

Aemond only moaned in return, lustful and wet noises leaving his mouth, accompanied by his walls clenching around Daemon’s length, hole teared up and abused.

“You take me so well, I’m not surprised you’re already swelling with my child.”

“P-please!”, yelled Aemond, body pushing into the mattress as Daemon was mercilessly slamming his hips against his mess of body, cock reaching spots unexplored before, making him see stars.

“Good boy. I’ll fill you up to the brim, again and again, and again.”

Daemon moved erratically, grabbing Aemond thin waist, fingers digging in the skin, pushing his nephew’s used figure on his cock, meeting his crotch in relentless bestiality. Vision faded to black as he groaned and after a few more thrusts spilled deep inside, Aemond clenching around his hot seed. He didn’t move, drinking Aemond’s sobs and moans, cock buried inside, still throbbing around the thigh walls and cum.

“Another round, precious?”, laughed Daemon, moving out, leaning backward to admire his masterpiece once again. Aemond was a mess of sweat and saliva, thighs and hole drenching with his seed.

Aemond chuckled, overwhelmed by the orgasm, skin sensitive, legs hurting like he had been riding Vhagar all day. Maybe the dragon he claimed night after night was even bigger.

“You’re gonna give me triplets at this point.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”, laughed Daemon, lining up with Aemond’s entrance, ready to take him the whole night and all those which would come after.

[lipglossanon]

i was conflicted on how to write krauser’s arm so i’m omitting that for my sake but ahem,,,,, i’ve been un-censoring my asks and i’ve been on the fence about writing about my military kink cause that’s the only reason i’m horny for krauser,,, (i want to get railed by a muscular man in camo pants and a balaclava- not part of his outfit but leon fuels my need for men in tac gear raping me so i need to spread the love🤭) but i’ve always imagined it going like you’re sent out there to find leon post him not returning ashley or ada returns ashley and leon goes full bug boi but can appear normal when it suits him and he teams up with krauser so you’re eventually cornered and jack comes up behind you and grabs your waist hoisting you up before carrying you somewhere with leon trailing behind you before you’re locked in a little shack/safe house and there’s a thin mattresses like blanket on the floor in the corner covered in dried blood and fluids (presumably from others) you’re restrained and gagged on the mattress/blanket when jack comes over and kneels between your spread legs and tries to get you to answer him which you don’t so he stabs your thigh making eye contact while you let out a muffled shriek and he asks you again but you’re too shocked to answer so he shoves three fingers in your stab wound and twist making you openly sob and try to kick him away so he spits on your face after wiping his bloodied hand on your exposed breast’s, before he gets up to leave but not he kicks your pussy multiple times making you shut your legs so he puts his full weight on one foot to stand in your thigh making you groan and arch your back. jack leaves to converses with leon so he decides to try and talk to you, taking the gag out and reasons with you to no avail so he pulls out his gun and holds it to your head and every question you don’t answer he pulls the trigger making you drip more slick onto the mattress/blanket which jack points out so leon trails his gloved fingers across your folds noting how wet you are while jack laughs from across the room making you stifle a moan but boy they catch on quick, you try to move so leon punches you in the thigh causing you to drop to the mattress and cry/moan, he puts you on your side back to the wall punches your thigh again making you spread your legs further so jack comes over and hands leon his knife and says “i wanna see what else makes this dirty whore moan”, pulling out his cock he shoves it down your throat while leon meticulously cuts your legs before krauser pulls his length out coming on your face and spitting into your mouth while you whine and ask “hit me again daddy” he laughs shoving leon away before landing one right on your clit making you scream and say “thank you sir” leon chuckles quietly to himself and crouches down behind you and whispers in your ear “want me to stab you baby?” making you drip more while jack rubs circles on the outside of your hole watching you clench around nothing and you can do nothing but whine and nod not prepared for the onslaught of leon putting his entire weight on your chest while he straddles you, keeping you caged in enough for jack to stab your abdomen until you orgasm not realizing how much this turned you whether it was the pain or the whispers in your ear about how hard your were making leon but regardless you’re dizzy, losing blood fast, they stop what they can and when you awake after passing out you’re riding leon with jacks hand tightly in your hair keeping you up against his chest while shoving himself in your cunt that leon already is occupying making you thrash and scream from the intrusion and he wraps his arms around you restraining you further while they both abuse your pussy making you squirt and they laugh and call you names making you feel flushed so they keep it up with counter thrusts, every time leon pulls out jack is pushing his in and you’re just constantly stimulated,,, i tried not to get too graphic 🤭 there was a lot i cut because i wanted realism and them eating you alive while you cum on leons leg wasn’t giving it 👀

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💀 anon!! 👋

Always a joy to see you in my inbox 🤭

And as usual mark me down for scared and horny 🤭 😝

Totally get omitting the arm (like how do you write that in 🤔) and totally understand the military kink; OG Krauser has it in spades 🥵 although new Krauser has all those new saucy one liners and way more tactical gear 🤔 both are good 😝

But holy guacamole 😵‍💫 just them basically tag teaming you in everything has got me thinking silly thoughts. Why is it so hot for them to be so mean?? 🥴

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Badass Wife

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 3,297 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Daddy kink, Dom/sub, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Rough sex, 69, Come eating/sharing, Oral sex, Fingering, Subspace, Aftercare, Semi-public sex Summary: Just some kinky Dad Bod Hotch 🤤 Continuation of "Trophy Husband" *Requested by anon.

Link to AO3 or read more below! “Is that my beautiful wife I hear?” Aaron calls from upstairs as you enter the foyer. You hang up your jacket, set your bag on the bench by the door, kick off your shoes, and head up the stairs.

“It’s me, where are you?” you call, and he sticks his head out of the home office with a grin you just have to kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he hums against your lips, deepens the kiss so you break apart feeling hungry. “Hello, handsome.”

“Hello, gorgeous. Remind me again how you were able to get the afternoon off?”

“I told them I had an appointment,” you say with an innocent shrug. “I didn’t specify that it was a dick appointment; do you think I should have?” Aaron laughs, something full and lovely, and you can’t help but smile. You love when you’re able to make him laugh; that feeling is second only to loving when you’re able to get him hard without so much as a touch.

“No, probably not. We’ll just keep that as our little secret,” he whispers in your ear, and you shiver instantly. “Daddy has plans for you. Do you want to hear them?” You swallow, nod your head. “I thought you might. Everything we do we’re going to do on that couch right there.” He nods to the small gray sofa in the office, which you’ve had many orgasms on throughout its time there.

Even after being married for more than a decade, your hottest fantasies are still the ones where Aaron is your boss and you do dirty, naughty things in his office—even becoming the unit chief yourself, the highest position you’ve ever held, doesn’t stop you from wanting to be his needy little subordinate, a desperate slut who would do anything to please her superior.

“First, I want you to lay on top of me with your pretty pussy in my face. You’ll suck on my cock for as long as you can, but I know you get distracted easily, baby; you’re just a horny mess when daddy eats your pussy, aren’t you?” He slides his hand between your legs, over the thin fabric of your usual black dress pants, and you squirm in his embrace, whine a little.

“Yes, daddy. I try my best, but I get too distracted by your mouth, so you just let me lay there and feel good.”

“That’s right, baby. You know I like to take care of you.” You nod, because that’s something you both love, and he moves to unbutton your pants, to untuck your white button up and slowly open it, his thick fingers purposefully avoiding your skin. “Maybe this time you can kiss my stomach, since you liked that so much last week. You liked kissing my stomach so much that you made a mess on daddy’s thigh, didn’t you baby?”

You close your eyes, reliving that night of super hot sex and again feeling a little embarrassed at that fact that you’d rubbed off against his leg. He loved it, though, has brought it up more than once since then, so it makes sense that it would be part of his fantasy now.

“Yes, daddy, I was messy, but I love your stomach; I want to kiss it again.” He gets your top off, unhooks your bra, and kisses a wet trail from your neck to your lower belly as he crouches to take off your pants.

“Good girl. I’m going to let you. Then, when you’re nice and wet for me, I’m going put you over the arm of the couch and fuck you while you beg for more. You’ll beg to come again, baby, because you’re so needy when you’re on daddy’s cock, and if you’re good, I’ll let you. If you’re bad, I’ll fill up your pussy and not let you come at all.”

“I’ll be good, daddy; I’ll be so good for you.” He smiles up at you from his position in front of you, and even though he’s on his knees, he has all the power, as always. He knows it, too, looks a little smug.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart. You always are.” He slides your panties down, leans up to take one soft, teasing taste between your legs that makes you sigh, and then he makes a noise of contemplation, leans back. “Actually, we’re going to change that up a little. I want to fuck you first. Do you want to know why?”

“Why daddy?” He started getting you off first during sex back when you started dating, because having an orgasm under your belt made things easier, a little smoother when it came time for penetration; it’s not a requirement, but something you’re both used to, so you’re curious why he’s switching it up now, though you know the reason must be good.

“Because I’m not coming inside you, I’m coming on my stomach so you can clean it up. You’ll like licking daddy’s come off his stomach, won’t you, good girl?” You take a rough breath, lightly nibble your bottom lip. There’s a reason this man has ruined you for all other men—many, many reasons, really, but this one’s up there.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’ll really like that.” He rises to his feet, fully dressed where you’re bare naked, and you work quickly to get his pants off, his underwear down while he shrugs out of his t-shirt. “I’m ready, I’m really ready,” you say, which means let’s forget the foreplay and get straight down to business. Aaron smirks, because you both love foreplay, but sometimes one or both of you are too fucking horny for it, and he probably knew that talking about you licking him clean would get you there.

“Oh, you are, baby? You think you can handle daddy’s big cock already?” He gets his hands around your waist and you know what he wants; you jump into his arms and kiss, hot and steamy and sensual, scraping your neatly trimmed nails across his back. “Okay, let’s see, sweetheart. Be good for me.”

You’re used to being bent over the arm of the couch, either for spanking or oral or to be fucked—it’s a thick arm, comfy, short, which is probably the reason Aaron chose it in the first place. He always buys new furniture with sex in mind, which is easily in the top ten hottest things about him.

Today is different, though, because he doesn’t bend you over; he walks both of you over to the sofa and eases your body against the cushions, in the corner. Your head and shoulders are on the couch and your ass is up on the arm, your legs in the air. Your Aaron—always innovative. He wraps both hands around one of your thighs and pushes into you; it’s a little bit of a stretch, since you didn’t prepare, but nothing you haven’t worked through before.

“Good girl,” he praises, and you tip your head back, moan, as he starts pounding his cock inside you, his grip tightening on your thigh. You press one of your hands against the couch for leverage, bring the other to rub at your pussy, and stare up at him as he fucks you, breathing hard, his belly shaking a little with each hard thrust against you. Your tits are bouncing too, and your moans grow louder, longer; he’s giving it to you so good, just like always, and you feel slutty in this position, sexy, as he uses your body.

“Oh, daddy, yes, daddy,” you breathe, rubbing over your pussy, spreading your wetness around the hard shaft of his cock. He groans at your touch, fucks harder, and it feels like he brings you off in no time, calling his name and clamping tight around him. When it’s over, you sink against the sofa, closing your eyes and catching your breath. His big hands move to your tits, squeezing them roughly, earning a ragged whimper, and then he lifts you up, holds you in his arms, whispers how good you did, how beautiful you are.

“Time for the rest,” he says after a minute or two, and he sets you on your feet, lays back on the sofa, and helps you climb on top of him. He pulls your soaked pussy close to his face, spreads your ass with his hands and licks at you where you’re sensitive; you jolt forward, which puts his cock in your face, and you hum, wrap your hand around it, and start to suck. “Mmm, fuck, baby,” he says, making wet sounds as he mouths at your lips, and you take him deep, hollow your cheeks, and suck hard at a medium pace. If you were trying to get him off quickly, you’d go for fast and shallow, but he likes when you draw it out as much as you can most of the time.

Moaning around his cock is always a great way to get him to eat you a little sloppier when you’re in this position, and you like sloppy, like the way you feel when your wet sounds echo in the room. You both work to get each other off this way for a few minutes, but eventually you’re too close again, and you’re hazy, unfocused, your mouth and hand moving at a lazy, irregular pace.

Aaron groans, and you’re sure your mouth is wetter around him, so it probably feels awesome even if it’s not moving exactly the way he’d like. He moves one hand off of your ass, slides it up between your bodies, and encourages you to lift off of him; you do, sitting up a little, hands pressed to his thighs, and he wraps his hand around his cock and jerks it, which is so sexy and you love to see it, can’t stop watching him.

“Mmm, come daddy, come on your belly for me daddy, please, daddy,” you ramble, fuzzy and eager to come and to lick his come and do whatever he asks you to. “Hungry, let me.” That does it, and he climaxes, thighs tensing beneath your hands. He comes in hot spurts all over his stomach, dripping into his belly button, clinging to the trail of hair, and you lean forward like the greedy slut you are, swiping your tongue over him, dipping it inside his belly button to scoop it into your mouth.

You’re moaning like a whore, licking and kissing his stomach, his salty, tangy come on your lips and your cheek, and he leans up, pulls you toward him, his eyes dark and hard and sexy. He grabs your chin hard, makes you whine, and you meet in the middle for a kiss; it’s wet and messy, his come makes its way from your mouth to his, and his tongue tastes like you, and you want to get off again so bad your pussy aches with need.

“Oh please oh please,” you beg against his lips, and he moves you so you’re laying along his body again, your head between his legs. He presses his fingers inside you, two and then three, pumping them in quick and deep until you’re coming all over them, hands on his thighs, wailing and trembling in his grasp. He licks you up, licks you clean, and pulls you close for another dirty kiss, your come in your mouth this time. It’s only fair.

You’re like dead weight on top of him, fucked-out and barely functional, and he lifts you off, pulls you into his arms, and takes you to your master bathroom so he can draw you both a bath while you curl into warm, happy subspace. You sink into hot, foamy water, your back against his chest, and he kisses your neck, murmurs his love and admiration, holds you close until finally drift back to him.

“Love you,” you murmur, and he turns your face toward his for a soft, sweet kiss.

“Love you, sweetheart. Perfect girl.”

When you’re done soaking, you rinse off, dry off, and slip into one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers; he pulls on boxers only, and you follow him downstairs for some lunch, can’t help the way your eyes roam over his bare torso while he moves about the kitchen. Somehow—you’re really not sure how—you ended up with the hottest husband in the universe, and you prop your elbow up on the counter, rest your chin in your hand, and marvel over how wonderful life has become. A few days later, you’re sitting in your office waiting for your 1:00 appointment, which Anderson had scheduled for you without explaining in the slightest, when you hear Derek say, “Hey, man!” You walk to your doorway and see Aaron and Derek shaking hands down in the bullpen. Aaron is looking extremely delicious in a criminally tight polo and khakis—he must have gone golfing before coming over, one of the many perks of retirement—and you’re suddenly feeling ravenous.

You absently wonder if you can move your appointment, and then you put two and two together and grin.

“If you’re my 1:00, you’re early,” you call down, arms crossed in front of you, and he turns to look at you in such a way that you can practically feel your panties disintegrate. He manages to shoot you a private look that lets you know you’re in for something special, then schools his expression to something fit for public consumption within the same second.

“Maybe I missed you.”

“Maybe you missed Derek,” you tease, and your phone rings, so you head back to your desk. It’s a sheriff in Alabama, someone who heard from someone else about the BAU and is practically demanding that your team comes down to help with a case.

You’re in the middle of politely standing your ground when Aaron slips into your office, shuts and locks the door behind him. You’re a little angry at the douchebag on the phone, so you’re hot already, but he gives you a look that only makes you hotter.

“I appreciate the circumstances, sheriff, believe me, but we can’t consult on every single homicide case your department faces. There are requirements that need to be met.”

Aaron walks around your desk with purposeful strides, and you look up at him, ready to roll your eyes in regards to the conversation, but… he gets on his knees, turns you and your chair to the side, and then sticks his hands up your dress and yanks your panties down. Your free hand grabs the armrest, and it’s all you can do not to gasp out loud.

He grins, the bastard, and then mouths payback.

Okay, that’s fair. You’ve sucked him off in this office at inconvenient times more often than you can count.

He guides your ass to the edge of the seat, lifts your legs to hook them over his shoulders, and puts his head under your skirt.

“Uh huh, absolutely,” you breathe into the receiver. “I’m not trying to downplay what your community is going through at all; it’s very unfortunate.”

You do feel bad, but it’s hard to sound properly sympathetic when your husband has two fingers and his face buried in your pussy. He fucks them into you fast and smooth and you squeeze your eyes shut, take a deep breath.

“Maybe I can recommend your case to the organized crime unit at the—the Birmingham field office, if you think it's gang-related.” You tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder and reach down, fisting your hands into this hair, tugging roughly in retaliation. It doesn’t really count, you guess, when he enjoys it. “Yes, I have your number here. I’ll pass the information along and they’ll be in touch. Mmm—maybe, maybe they’ll be able to help. Okay, will do. Uh huh. Goodbye.” As soon as you hear the dial tone, you let the phone fall away and you arch your back, groan aloud, but not too loud. JJ’s office is next to yours now, and you’ll never hear the end of it if she hears any of it.

“Are you alright, baby?” Aaron asks, peeking out from beneath your skirt, his lips wet, and you close your eyes, lick your lips.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, no heat at all to your words, and he pulls his fingers out; your eyelids flutter open, and he sucks on his own fingers, licking you off of them. You groan again, and he smirks.

“If you insist.” He moves to stand, leans over you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, let him lift you into his strong arms. He holds you with one arm—one perfect arm—and pushes your paperwork to one side, then lays you back on the desk and pushes up your dress. He undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips those fucking khakis, and then guides himself inside you; you groan together this time.

He plants his hands on either side of you, your thighs spread wide around his hips, and he fucks hard, holding you in place with his body. You wrap your hands around the edge of the desk and move against him, thighs jiggling against his, tits once again bouncing and barely confined by your dress.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me, daddy, harder, daddy,” you murmur, overheated and wet and desperate to come, and Aaron grunts, leans further forward and pounds inside you, quick and deep and frantic. “Just like that, just like that.”

“You might be the boss, but you’re not my boss,” he reminds you with a wink, and you sigh, reach up to touch his face.

“Baby, I’m absolutely the boss of you; everywhere but the bedroom.” He licks his lips, brings a hand up to squeeze your tits, and you move your hands to his waist, digging your fingers into that polo that fits his new body so well. “Mmm, gonna come all over your cock, daddy,” you say, looking up at him, and he grits his teeth, comes, which makes you want to come; a few more pumps of your hips against his and you do, loudly.

His hand comes up to cover your mouth, and you moan into it; when you’re appropriately silent, he moves it to your clit, still railing you like you didn’t just both get off five seconds ago, and after a couple of minutes your pussy can’t take it, and you come again, loud on purpose so his big hand will shut you up.

You curl together and kiss, wrapping your legs around his ass so he’ll stay inside you, sharing breath while you try to calm down; you sweep your hands over his arms and chest and sides, humming happily.

“Why did you make an appointment to come see me today?” you murmur, blissful and dopey, and he smiles, reaches behind you for your nameplate and rests it on your stomach.

“Because I realized we hadn’t christened this office since it became your office, and I felt it was long overdue.”

“Very long overdue,” you agree, and you cuddle until it’s time to get ready for your next meeting. You both clean up quickly and then Aaron walks you downstairs so you can hit the restroom before your next appointment. He kisses you soft and slow, tells you he loves you before he goes.

You meet your 2:00 in the lobby, walk them up to your office—which you’ve aired out, you think—and ask them to take a seat. When you walk around to your chair, you see your panties on the ground, panic internally for a moment, and then kick them under your desk with a heel and offer your visitor a perfectly normal smile. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal

[tom-holland-parker]

Tease

Summary: After a bad mistake of wanting to make Tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease

Pairing: Mob!Tom x reader

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 2326

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Part of you wished you could’ve blamed your behavior on all the alcohol you were drinking, but everyone knew you weren’t the type to get sloppy after 3 drinks. You smirked to yourself as your fingers gently trailed up Tom’s thigh. He seemed to be unfazed, continuing his conversation with the men in front of him as if nothing was happening. It wasn’t until your palm rubbed against his growing bulge, that his voice froze, clearing his throat to avoid any suspicion. 

You smiled to yourself as your fingers began to trace the outline of his cock, teasing it through the tight fabric of his pants. He coughed again, grabbing your wrist as a warning. You turned to look at him, a mischievous smile plastered on your face but eyes full of lust. He bit the inside of his cheek, he knew that face all too well. It was the face of a brat. 

Not just any brat...His brat

“You better start behaving or I’m gonna punish you when we get home”, He whispered as he moved your wrist, letting it fall to your own lap as he returned to the conversation. You sighed, finishing your fourth drink of the night. Needless to say, you were bored. Tom was busy all week with business meetings and barely had time to see you, let alone touch you. You watched as the men around the bar stared at you from afar, some whispering words about you, others simply admiring. Tom seemed to notice too as he wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

You smiled to yourself as you kissed Tom’s cheek, “I’m gonna go dance” You whispered, getting up from your seat. He quickly grabbed your wrist, “Not if you’re gonna go dance with those men” He said protectively. Tom would never admit it but he was an extremely possessive person. 

You shrugged your shoulders, smiling as you pulled your wrist from his grip, “You could always join me” His jaw tensed, his grip around the cup tightening. You gave him a quick wink as you walked away, swaying your hips side to side knowing he would be staring at your ass. 

You hadn’t even reached the bar, before someone offered to buy you a drink. A tall boy, that was definitely younger than you. You smiled, nodded your head as he followed you to the bar. You didn’t have to look back to know that Tom was watching you. You could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head.

“My name’s Dustin,” The boy said, holding out his hand. You shook it with a smile, “I’m y/n”

“So do you come here often?” He asked, leaning against the bar. You giggled at how cheesy he sounded, completely the opposite of Tom. “Occasionally” You said as Frank, the bartender, walked your way. 

“This man bothering you, y/n?” he asked, looking at Dustin. You shook your head, “No Frankie he’s just buying me a drink” 

Frank’s eyes quickly glanced in Tom’s direction, noticing the look of anger on his face. Frank caught on quickly, rolling his eyes as he looked back at you, “alright what’ll it be?” 

“I’ll have rum and coke,” Dustin said as he stared at you. You glanced at him before looking back at Frank, “I’ll have a vodka redbull”

Frank smiled, walking away to pour your drinks. Your eyes traveled to Tom who to your surprise looked calm. You watched as he leaned back in his seat, staring at you with that domineering look in his eyes. The look that said,

 try me

You smiled, blowing him a kiss as you turned back to Dustin, Usually you would just flirt with other boys to make Tom jealous but tonight was different. You wanted to test the limits. Frankie came back shortly with the drinks, laughing as he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he walked away. 

You sipped on your drink as you moved closer to Dustin. You felt his arms snake around your hips, his hands resting just above your tailbone. You finished your drink, quickly setting it on the counter as you pulled Dustin to the dancefloor. Your hips swaying side to side as his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer. 

You turned around, catching Tom’s eyes as you leaned back into Dustin, your hips slowly grinding against the boy. His eyebrows raised, surprised at your boldness. Tom’s grip on his drink tightened as he sipped his whiskey. It turned you on, how jealous he was. His angered expression making you wet.  You knew he was close to his breaking point. You smiled as you gripped Dustin's hands, moving them to your thighs as he slightly lifted the hem of your dress. Not enough to expose anything, but definitely enough for Tom to lose his mind. You watched as Tom slammed his drink on the table, standing up quickly and walking your way. Before you knew it, Tom’s hands gripped your wrist, pulling you out the club before you could say a word. 

Tom forced you in the car, before quickly speeding off to the house. The car ride was silent but every now and then Tom took a deep breath, shaking his head. No doubt planning everything he was going to do to you. As you got closer to the house the confidence from the club had seemed to disappear. You tapped your foot nervously, glancing at Tom every few seconds. His face remained the same, jaw clenched and empty eyes. 

Tom turned to look at you as he put the car in park, “Give me a kiss” He said calmly. You looked at him in confusion as you leaned closer to him. Your lips were only centimeters away from his before he gripped your throat, roughly pulling you into him. The kiss quickly deepened as you leaned even closer to him. Tom chuckled, pulling away quickly, “Go upstairs and wait for me” He whispered, letting go of your throat. 

You did as he said, rushing upstairs and sitting quietly at the end of the bed. Tom walked in a few minutes later, two water bottles in hand. You bit your lip, knowing you were in for a long night. Tom smiled at you, putting the bottles on the dresser before walking in front of you. His finger pulled your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You looked so beautiful tonight” he said as he leaned down to kiss you, “all dressed up”

He pulled away, getting on his knees. His fingers gripped your thighs spreading them as he placed gentle kisses on your legs. “Awe look at you all wet” he teased. Your fingers ran through his hair in anticipation, a small whimper escaping your mouth as his lips kissed your already damp underwear. He smiled, pulling your underwear off. “Too bad you’re such a slut” He smirked. You groaned as he roughly pushed his fingers inside you. moaning loudly, your hips jolting in surprise. “Oh God” You moaned. His fingers curled inside you as his tongue circled your clit, quickly bringing you closer to your high. 

“Fuck” he gripped your legs, putting them on his shoulders as he pulled your dripping cunt closer to his face. “I’m gonna-” 

“Don’t you dare” He said as he lifted his head, “whores like you don’t get to cum without permission”. You whimpered as he removed his fingers. Tom smirked watching your squirm around, desperate for his touch. Seconds later his head was back between your legs. He places a kiss right on your clit, a chuckle leaving his lips when he suddenly takes you in his mouth sucking and pulling, you gasp and arch your back, “Tommy right there”

His hand quickly slaps your thigh as he lifts his head, “what did you just call me?” 

“Tommy” You smirked, silently hating yourself for adding fuel to the fire, “That’s your name isn’t it. Or do you prefer I call you Thomas” 

He stood up, watching you shut your thighs, pathetically trying to satisfy your throbbing clit. You knew better than to touch yourself without his permission. Tom took a deep breath as he shook his head, “I know you’re just doing this because you’re such a cockslut”, He grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stand up, “you just can’t go two seconds without me pounding into that tight little pussy” 

You didn’t say anything, just watching as he gripped your dress, easily ripping the thin material. You open your mouth to complain, that was your favorite dress, but Tom beats you to it, “another word out your mouth and you won’t be able to sit for a week” 

He smiled when you shut your mouth, his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you closer. “Go lay on the bed” he whispers, roughly smacking your ass as you walk away. You bit your lip, watching as he walked to the closet. He returned shortly, his shirt had been discarded but the tie he wearing was clutched tight in his hand, “Give me your wrist” 

You silently obeyed, holding your wrist out. He tied them together before attaching them to the headboard of the bed, “you remember our word?” 

You nodded your head, “Bottlecap” 

He smiled in approval before moving off the bed, reaching into the top drawer of the nightstand, “I had a moment of clarity as I watched you let that boy buy you a drink” He said quietly, smirking as he pulled out the small blue vibrator out the drawer, “I’ve been ignoring you and your needy little body” 

You squirmed at the sounds of vibrations filling the room, he hadn’t even touched you and you were already on edge. “I was going to bring you home and reward your for how good you’d been handling being by yourself” His smirk fell as he moved between your legs, “Until you let him put his hands on your body”

Your back arched as he pressed the vibrator against your clit, your moans becoming louder as you felt pleasure build up. “Please sir Please” You wined 

“Oh now you want to behave” He chuckled, “too bad honey you can’t cum until I say so and I’m not feeling so generous” 

Tears slowly trailed down your face as the knot in your stomach became painful to hold. You uselessly tugged against the restraints, “I’m sorry sir please” 

“Aww look at you crying, you look so pretty like that” he teased as he thumb wiped a tear from your cheek, “Once you start you don’t get to stop until I say so” 

A silent scream left your mouth as he pressed the toy harder onto your clit, “Please please please” He let out a loud laugh, “Aw you pathetic desperate little slut, fine I’ll be nice you can cum” 

Your legs began to shake as he thrust two fingers inside you, Your walls squeezing around him, “Good girl come on cum again I want another one” He groaned as his fingers hit your g spot

You shook your head, “No it’s too much” You cried trying to move your hips away. Tom chuckled, “you know that if you say the word I’ll stop baby but I don’t think you want that” You moaned as you came again

“Please I need you inside me” You begged, your mind became cloudy as your hips began grinding faster against the vibrator. “You don’t get to tell me what you want, no after what you did tonight” He laughed as he reached for your throat, squeezing it tightly. 

“I’m sorry I’ll never do it again, please” You moaned. Your throat was become sore from all the moaning you were doing, “Please I’ll be a good girl”

You screamed as you came for the third time that night. You took a deep breath as the vibrator was cut off, Tom pulled out his fingers, bringing the dripping flesh to your mouth, “Suck on my fingers baby” He said with a smile as he pushed down his pants. 

Your second of relaxation was cut short as you felt Tom’s tip at your entrance. You shuttered at the feeling of his tip teasing your sensitive clit, “You okay baby?”

You nodded your head, “Please I need to feel you.” He chuckled as he thrust into you deeply, “such a needy little thing, can’t go two seconds without my cock.” The sound of your moans filled the room again as you tugged against the restraints, your shoulders were getting sore from the position, but you couldn’t care less. 

His hips slammed against yours with every thrust, his grip on your sides were sure to cause bruises tomorrow, "Oh fuck baby, look at you making a mess on my cock. Is this all you wanted?"

"Yes Tommy Please" you moaned, your legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer as you came for the final time.

 The feeling of your wet walls gripping Tom's cock drove him wild, his thrust becoming sloppy as he reached his high. Your body going limp as he moved to untie your wrist, giving each a kiss before gently rubbing them.

"You did such a good job" Tom said as he placed gentle kisses on your face and body, "you took that so well" 

"Tommy I'm sorry please don't be mad at me" your voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, "Darling I could never be mad at you. It's my fault for ignoring your needy little body for so long"

You hummed in reply as your head rested on his shoulder. He placed a kiss on your sweaty forehead, "you relax, I'll run a bath" 

You grabbed his wrist as he began to move, "Tom-"

"Something wrong, Love?" he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. You shook your head, "I love you"

He chuckled giving you another kiss, "I love you too" 

[bnhaisliterallymylife]

Creatures of the Forest

I haven’t written anything on here in months, and to be honest I should be working on my novel rather than this. But, I’m a whore for EraserMic and can’t resist the temptation. Plus, I have a weakness for Monster AU’s, so I’m going to have fun with this.

Also heads up, I did not proofread, and story details might be a little muddy. I am tired and horny, and I will now go to bed.

Word Count: 5,242 (Kill me.)

Pairing(s): Jinn!Shouta x Female Reader x Siren!Hizashi

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, fingering, double-penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, and probably more filth.

Premise: You just wanted to have some time yourself, and considering how cheap the cabin was you couldn’t pass up the chance at a countryside getaway. And they couldn’t pass up a chance of you.

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The cabin is not what you expected, but nonetheless you just felt glad at the chance to get away from the city for awhile. Your job has been stressing you out for months, and your family is no better. You booked out this one bedroom wood cabin from the 1970s for the next two weeks, a vacation away from technology and far, far away from the thoughts that kept you from yourself.

When you first arrived you checked out the whole cabin only to find cobwebs and dust covering nearly every surface, and the appliances were horrifically outdated. So, you decided to spend your time cleaning it up a little so you didn’t feel like a spider was going to crawl into your mouth in the middle of the night. Good thing, too, because you managed to find a fiddleback in its nest just under the bed. Now, you might hate spiders, but you’re by no means a killer.

“Work with me here, otherwise one of us is gonna get hurt.” You carefully manage to put a plastic cup over the agitated spider, and using a piece of paper you’re able to carefully take it outside. You don’t want to leave it near the cabin, and you don’t want to leave it out in the open field - what if a bird got to it? You have no choice but to trek out past the lovely field of wildflowers to the dark forest that lay just beyond it.

The trees tower over you as the sun begins to set in the distance. You’re not that far away from the cabin, but hearing the branches rustle against each other as the wind blows a warm summer breeze across your skin sends goosebumps over your body. It would be best to quickly release the spider and get out of there.

You go over to the nearest tree at the very edge of the forest and take the cup away from the paper. There the spider sits, rearing back as a threat, but its dramatics do nothing to you.

“You’re not so scary out in the open, are you?”

“He could probably say the same to you.”

You drop the paper and cup, whipping your head around to find the source of the melodic voice that had spoken to you, but no one is there.

“Over here, little bird.”

Your gaze falls back towards the forest, and just a few feet in front of you is a man with long, golden blonde hair that cascades down to his waist. He’s tall, probably six feet if you had to guess, and he’s wearing a tank top and jean shorts that show off his toned body almost too well. Then there’s his eyes, a green so bright that it contrasts the darkness of the forest.

“What are you doing here?” This land is supposed to be private, or at least that’s what the listing said.

“Sorry! I forget my manners sometimes. I’m one of the owners, you’re Y/N right?” Oh, one of the owners! You remember now, the listing mentioned that the owners of the property lived elsewhere on the land and might come by to check in on things.

“Yeah. You know, the cabin could have used a cleaning. When’s the last time you had anyone else here?”

“Somethin’ like five or so years. You like it though?”

“It’s... Cozy.” The sun seems to be disappearing much faster now. “Minus the spider.”

“Unfortunately we can’t do much about nature, little bird.” You want to ask him not to call you that, but you don’t want to be rude. The cabin is pretty cheap and you’d hate to cut this trip short because of a nickname. “But, if ya want my husband can come spray the cabin for pests tomorrow. I could bring by some food, too.”

“Oh, no thanks. I think it was just the one anyways.” The point of this whole trip is for you to get some alone time, and inviting this admittedly alluring man and his husband over would go against that.

“If you’re sure...” He trails off, glancing towards the spider that is now climbing quickly up the side of the tree. “If you do change your mind though, let us know! We don’t like pests around here, either.” You chuckle a little at that, but by now you’re already starting to back away from the forest to head back towards the cabin.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir!” You call back, now intent on getting across this field as quickly as possible. But, his next words feel like they’re a whisper in your ear, making you jerk your head back towards the forest. My name is Hizashi, little bird.

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After unpacking that night you found yourself exhausted from the long travel to the cabin. After checking that all of the windows and doors were locked securely, you went to bed thinking about the blonde in the woods and the plans that you had for the next day. Your eyes closed with those thoughts mingling together as you fell into a seemingly deep sleep, unaware of the eyes that watched you from just outside of the bedroom window.

“She’s even better than I imagined...”

“You shouldn’t have gone to her today, it’s too soon.”

“If we wait too long then we’ll lose our chance! Let’s take her now, she wants to be far away, so we’ll take her far away.”

“We need time, and permission.”

“Well, I know how to get one of those things.”

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As the sun peeks through the bedroom window you attempt, and fail to stifle a groan. It might have been a good idea to bring curtains with you, but you suppose that it’s part of the woodsy experience. You sit up and stretch your arms high above your head, unaware of the creature slithering across the floor until you put your feet down and hear a hiss. Immediately you pull your feet back onto the bed with a high-pitched scream. The rattlesnake coils itself up and sets its eyes directly on you, only a few feet away from the bed.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” You mutter to yourself as you reach for your cellphone on the side table. Unfortunately for you, the snake leaps forward and takes a snap towards your arm, eliciting another screech from you and making you back yourself against the far corner of the bed. “Go to the woods, you thought, it’ll be a great experience!” You mock yourself, now looking for anything nearby that you could use as a weapon. You could toss the blanket over it and try to make a run for it, but what you miss or what if it still managed to get you?

“Y/N!” You hear Hizashi just outside the cabin.

“We heard a scream, is everything alright!?” Another voice joins him, likely his husband.

“N-No! There’s a snake in here!” You glance towards the window to see it cracked open. Didn’t you lock it last night? “I can’t get past it!” You hear some banging at the front door, but shouldn’t they have a key? Or maybe they didn’t want to just walk in? “The window to the room is open! Hurry!” How close is the nearest hospital if you get bit? How long would it take you to die?

When you see two figures come around to the bedroom window you feel like you could weep in relief, but they hesitate.

“Is it okay for us to come in? How close is the snake?” The dark-haired man asks, and in your panic you don’t even question the absurdity of the first question.

“I-It’s close to me, you can come in. Be careful though.” You’re much quieter now, thinking that maybe your yelling only made the creature on your floor angrier. Hizashi’s husband only then pushes the window further open, sticking one leg inside to stabilize himself before coming all the way in. The snake is too focused on you to notice the new intruder.

“Y/N, my name is Shouta, and I need you to follow my instructions. Can you do that for me?” His voice is low and smooth, it calms you instantly.

“O-Okay.”

“Good girl. Pick up the blanket from your bed very slowly, try not to make any sudden movements - he’s more scared of you than you are of him.” You highly doubt that, but nonetheless you lean down very slowly while Shouta sneaks around the back of the snake to grab the blanket. “Very good girl.” Your face flushes at the almost sensual compliment. “Now, throw it onto the snake. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” His reassurance calls you to action, tossing the thin blanket onto the snake. It hisses and wildly whips around under the blanket until Shouta manages to scoop up the blanket like a bag and tie it off. Just like that, your ordeal is over.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay now Y/N, Shou’s got the big bad snake.” Hizashi is suddenly by your side in an instant. When did he come through the window? His hand is on yours as he gently guides your shaky body off of the bed.

“I don’t even know how that thing got in, I-I locked every door and window last night! I double checked everything, I cleaned yesterday, I just don’t...” Why was the window open? Did she maybe get up last night and open it? It did get pretty hot last night... Quite suddenly, you’re extremely aware of how bare you feel in your cute light blue cotton shorts and black sports bra. You hadn’t even thought of it during your state of panic.

“I’m going to take this guy outside and let him go. Hizashi brought a dish over for you to try, if you want the company.” The two of them don’t seem to mind your half-dressed state, but you do.

“Sure, um, do you mind stepping out for a few minutes though.” You release Hizashi’s hand and grab the sheet from the bed to cover yourself. They understand pretty quickly, but both men didn’t mind it. If anything they want to see more of your soft, beautiful skin.

“Sorry ‘bout that beautiful! We’ll give ya some space!” With that, both men are leaving your presence and you feel like you can breathe a sigh of relief. What just happened? It feels like it all happened at once, but you can’t say that you aren’t relieved by their excellent timing. You decide to slip on some normal jean shorts and a faded AC/DC tee-shirt you got a few years back.

When you step out of the bedroom you can see Hizashi already bustling around the kitchen, humming in a way that made you feel warm little fuzzies on the inside. Shouta is sitting at the dining room table with his dark eyes shut. You take a moment to silently admire Hizashi’s husband. He’s more filled out than the lithe blonde, and while his black wavy hair is long, it’s only a few inches past his shoulders. And then she notices the deep scar just under his right eye.

“See something you like?” Your face once again turns red when you realize his eyes have opened and he’s looking directly at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-”

“It’s alright. It’s the scar, right?” When he says this, Hizashi stops his cooking momentarily to look back at you and his husband.

“Oh, no! I don’t mind scars, scars can be sexy!” Why did you have to say that? An amused smirk slides across Shouta’s lips when you say this. Hizashi, meanwhile, lets out a chuckle that makes the air around you feel too light.

“Well of course scars are sexy! Why don’t you tell little bird how you got that scar?” As he says this you come to sit at the table. You may as well indulge them, they did come to your rescue after all.

“It’s not that interesting.” Shouta waves it off, but he can tell that you’re interested. “Unless you want to hear about it?”

“It’s not like I have anything else to do.” You shrug, and with that you get to spend the rest of your morning with the two men.

Apparently, Shouta had a run in with a man trespassing on the land and got a knife pulled on him. He said it wasn’t that interesting, but the way he told it captivated your interest. The guy was probably a hunter, or a thief, but they never found out. The local deputy came to get the guy after the confrontation, and that was that. They continued to talk with you long after breakfast had finished and you all had eaten, asking you about your interests, your passions, the reason why you came out here. You don’t know why, but when they ask you these questions you answer without a second thought. You think that it’s because no one has ever bothered to listen to you for this long, and the couple makes you feel as if you belong here, like you’re a person who deserves to be cherished. Originally you came here to be alone, but when you’re with them you feel something that you never felt back home. You just can’t quite describe it. Hours pass, and it’s well past noon when the two men decide to take their leave.

“If you see anymore snakes-”

“-Or if you just want our company-”

“-just give us a call on the landline.” Shouta finishes for the two of them as they walk out the front door.

“Sure thing, thanks again. I don’t know what I would have done if you two hadn’t come over.”

“Probably woulda sat there, desperately waiting for your prince charming to come save you. Good thing you already have two of us.” Hizashi’s joke manages to get a little giggle out of you.

“You’re cheesy.” Shouta grumbles, though you could see a small smile on his face as well. “Come on, let’s leave Y/N alone.” You watch the two of them walk not down the dirt road that you drove on to get here, but back through the forest that encircles the cabin.

Once the couple is gone, it’s like you snap back to reality. This morning was crazy, and you got lucky, but you swore that you locked that window shut last night. Deciding that perhaps it was better to enjoy the rest of your day than continue to obsess over the snake incident, you take a sketch book and go out back to draw the pretty flowers in the field.

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The night feels even hotter than the day, making it near impossible for you to cover up in any way. Long ago you stripped yourself bare, sprawling yourself on top of the covers with a sheen of sweat covering your body. If you didn’t feel the cool air struggling to reach you from the vents, then you would almost think the AC is broken. Currently, you’re half asleep in an almost dreamlike state. That’s when you hear a soft whisper.

“What is your wish?”

You turn on your side, letting out unintelligible mumbles. A more soothing, honeyed voice joins the first.

“What do you desire, little bird?”

That voice sends tingles all through your body, setting every nerve on fire. It compels you to answer.

“I want...” You mumbles, eyes half open and glazed over as you give your answer. “I want... Release...” You want to feel all of your stresses disappear as if they never existed.

“I’ll give you release, kitten.”

The voice no longer sounds far away, which snaps you out of that sleepy haze and once again makes you aware of your surroundings.Your eyes adjust to the darkness to find yourself no longer in the cabin, but surrounded by looming vertical objects... Trees?

“Shhh, don’t panic, we’re here.” There’s that voice again, the one that makes orgasmic waves pulse through your eardrums. It soothes any worries that you currently have as two hands come up to your shoulders and gently lay you onto the soft ground.

They prepared this place just for you. The cabin had been a front from the very beginning, a way to lure you away from bustling city life so they could give you what you wanted - release. You didn’t know it, but you had met Shouta months before this at a little bakery just down the street from your work. You had been complaining on the phone about your new boss and how stressed you were because of your obligations, and you wished that someone would take you away from your own life. Unknowingly, you had called upon the closest Jinn in the area, and he had already taken notice of you.

“Be gentle with her, it could be her first time.”

“It’s definitely not. But don’t worry, I took care of the ex months ago.”

You can vaguely hear the conversation of the two men looming over you, but you do not react. On the inside you feel fear, vulnerability, and confusion. You can’t quite make out the figures above you, but you recognize the voices; your hosts, Shouta and Hizashi. You just can’t comprehend why they are doing this. Earlier today they were fine, sure they were getting a little too close and asking too many questions, but you wouldn’t say they invaded your space... Or did they?

“Took care of?”

“Nothing like that, he wished for a job in France, so I got him the job in France... But, he might not like that job very much.” You can hear the smirk in his voice even if you can’t see it. “It was necessary.”

“Agreed.” The hands that had pushed you back onto the pillowy moss are now moving down your sides, just barely brushing over the sides of your breasts. You barely register the sigh of pleasure that leaves your lips at the tantalizing contact.

“Zashi...”

“What? Isn’t this what we wanted?”

“We need permission.”

“We have permission! You heard the wish!”

“It was vague. I want details.” Suddenly, you can feel another set of hands gently massaging your bare feet, then moving up your smooth legs to part them at the thighs. The exposure makes you whimper, though there’s little you can do beyond that. “Release your influence, Hizashi.”

“But if we do that-”

“Release her. I want to hear her.” With what sounds like a huff of frustration from the blonde, that hazy feeling that had come over you suddenly dissipates. Your vision becomes more clear along with the two entities above you.

Hizashi has moves your arms so they’re now pinned above your head, preventing you from covering your bare breasts from their view. Shouta still has your legs spread on either side of you, but he doesn’t move any further. You meet his eyes, eyes that had been onyx earlier in the day but now glow an eerie shade of red.

“Months ago you wished to be taken away from your life. Do you remember that, Y/N?” You can’t focus on Shouta’s voice, all you can focus on is your current situation. Tings sting the edges of your eyes, and your throat starts to close up.

“P-Please...”

“She’s not going to respond like this, Shou.”

“She will, be patient. Y/N, I need you to look at me.” His voice is stern. Even though you want to look away, you once again meet his gaze. “What do you wish for now?”

“Let m-me go!” That’s your first thought, but then you feel one of Shouta’s hands creeping further up your thigh, his fingers just barely brushing over your outer lips.

“Do you mean that?” You nod your head frantically, and unbeknownst to you Shouta’s partner is giving him an incredulous look. “So, you want to go back to that stressful life in the city? You want your asshole boss to walk all over you, making you feel like you’re the scum of the earth? You want your parents to treat you like you mean nothing?” He emphasizes the final word with a hiss, and this seems to get to you. Your sniffling briefly ceases, though you’re still tugging against the tight hold of both of the men as if you could escape.

“What are you?”

“A Jinn, kitten. Do you know what a Jinn is?” You nod you head - you’re aware of the mythology behind beings like him, but how does he exist? They’re fictional! “Months ago I heard your desperate plea, and ever since then I’ve been eager to give you want you want... For a price.” His thumb brushes over your clit briefly, making your body stiffen.

“F-For sex?”

“For partnership. To be with me, to be with Hizashi, to be with both of us. It does get lonely out here.”

“And I can’t leave.” Hizashi pipes in with a sad smile. “I’m a Siren tied permanently to this forest. Remember the story about the man with a knife? He was going to hurt this place, so we had no choice. Once this place is gone, so am I.” His thumbs rub soothing circles into your skin.

“You don’t need me though, I don’t need your wishes or whatever! I want to...” You wish that you could say that you want to go home, but do you? Despite your current circumstances, you found yourself considering this deal.

“If you’re here, then Hizashi won’t be alone. I can go out for supplies without worrying about him.”

“And if you’re here, you won’t have to deal with those pesky worries you had before little bird. You get to have fun, be free, be loved by us.” But why you? Why did they want to take you?

“Because you’re special, Y/N. Because out of everyone in that city, you were the one who wanted to escape the most, who cared but wasn’t cared for. You deserve us.” Shouta drives his point home here, but he hopes that it will be enough. After all, he would prefer your consent, but it’s not entirely needed here.

“Okay.” You whisper. After all, what’s really waiting for you back home? Misery and paperwork, that’s what.

“Okay what?”

“You need to be more specific, Y/N.” You take a deep, shuddering breath before you speak again.

“I-I want release, I don’t want to go home anymore.”

“And in exchange?” Shouta pushes, his eyes glowing as he stares into yours.

“In e-exchange, I’ll stay here. I’ll be your... Partner.”

That seems to be all that they need from you, because in the next moment the two men above you are no longer clothed. You squeak and shut your eyes - it’s not the first time you’ve seen a naked man, but usually they don’t just pop out in front of you like that!

“You’re little noises are so cute.” Hizashi uses one of his knees to keep your wrists pinned above your head so his hands could get to work. While your eyes are still closed you feel his soft fingers run across your neck and past your collarbone, headed straight for your breasts. But just before they can get there, a pair of lips smash to yours. Shouta’s tongue flicks out at your bottom lip, beckoning you to allow him inside. Just at that moment, Hizashi’s fingers find your pert nipples, giving each of them a tiny pinch. This causes you to moan, and Shouta takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth to get a taste.

You can feel Shouta’s thick erection against your cunt, twitching in anticipation. It has been awhile since you’ve had another man, and you have to admit that the thought of being railed by these very good looking men wasn’t so bad. You start to becoming lightheaded from the kiss and constant ministrations of your sensitive nipples when Shouta finally pulls away from the kiss to let you breathe.

“Good girl.” He brings his thumb up to wipe away some of the saliva from around your lips. “We’ll put this to more use later. For now, I want to see you cum.” In what feels like two seconds Shouta is suddenly between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he could get a good view of your waiting, wet pussy. He blows cool air over your sensitive little nub, making it quiver and throb in anticipation. Meanwhile, Hizashi finally leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the little bug while his fingers continue to tug and pinch the other. Your head sits in the blonde’s lap, his cock mere inches away from your face.

“Do you want to suck me, little bird?” As he says this in that low, melodic voice of his, Shouta flicks his tongue over your clit, making your writhe under them.

“Careful, she almost came.”

“Is my voice too much for you?” You can only pant in response, letting out a soft moan when Shouta flicks his tongue over your little nub again.

“Answer him, or we’ll make this last.”

“Y-Yes... It’s... I makes me feel good.” His voice makes you feel like you could orgasm in seconds.

“And do you want to suck daddy’s cock?” The way he words it makes you whine, but you nonetheless give him an answer.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes... Daddy.” The instant that you finish that sentence, Shouta’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking on it so harshly that you can feel your head spin. Hizashi repositions himself so he’s kneeling right over your face, running his fingers through your hair as he guides your lips to his tip. You take his tip into your mouth and suck it softly, eliciting a groan from the man that gets sent straight to your groin.

“Fuck, just her lips are almost enough... Come on honey, you can take me deeper.” And you do, you try to relax your throat so you can take Hizashi’s cock deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his base, all while Hizashi has his hands continually playing with your nipples, never letting up.

Shouta continues his work between your legs, nipping softly at your clit while bringing a finger to your entrance. He gently pushes it inside of you, giving it a few thrusts before adding a second. You adjust tremendously well. He can already feel your wet cavern clenching tightly around his fingers as he curls his digits upwards. To this you give him a sweet little cry, which only results in Shouta setting a relentless pace. He pounds those fingers into you, hitting your sensitive spot with such precision that you can hardly focus on the cock in your mouth all while sucking and swirling his expert tongue over your swollen clit until you finally clench tightly around his fingers and cry out with your first orgasm of the evening.

Hizashi slows down the thrusts into your mouth as Shouta pulls away from between your legs, slowly pulling himself out as well. For a moment you’re confused, wondering why they could pull away when they haven’t found relief yet, only to be suddenly pulled forward so you’re hovering right over Shouta’s thick length. Hizashi comes up behind you, pressing soft kisses and nipples to the soft spot on your neck - he’s going to leave plenty of marks here later.

“Do you think you can take both of us?” Shouta asks, momentarily confused you until you realize what he means.

“I’ve never done it, um, there before.”

“We can make it easy, if you let us. It’ll only feel good.” Hizashi assures you, rubbing comforting circles into your thighs.

“We want to make you feel good.” Shouta adds, both hesitating until they see you nod your head once again.

“Okay.” You still feel nervous, but you want to feel good, and so far it feels really good.

Shouta helps your ease yourself onto his dick, pressing gently into your waiting pussy while giving your already oversensitive clit little flicks from his thumb. Once he has settled deep within you, you feel Hizashi spread your ass cheeks and press a finger into you. Your face burns from slight embarrassment, but admittedly as he begins to move the saliva covered digit in and out of you, you find yourself enjoying it. You try to move whilst on top of Shouta, but he grabs your hips to keep you still.

“Wait.” He commands, smirking at your impatient whine. That whine then turns into a gasp as you feel a second finger being pressed into your rear hole, nibbling on your bottom lip as an uncomfortable burning sensation takes place of the previous pleasure.

“Relax for me, little bird.” Hizashi whispers, and like his words work magic you instantly relax and that burning sensation goes away. He pumps those a few times while your juices continue to drench Shouta’s cock, then they’re gone, replaced instead by Hizashi’s pulsating member. “Stay relaxed, and take a few breaths.” Hizashi murmurs, placing a few soft kisses to your neck as he pushes himself into you.

At first you feel that uncomfortable burning sensation once again, but then that changes to a fullness that gives you pleasure. You huff in lust as Hizashi pushes the full of his length into you, both men temporarily remaining still while you adjust. Your back is pressed flush against Hizashi’s chest, so you can feel his heartbeat rhythmically hammering against you while they both wait.

“Please...”

“Please what?” Shouta once again brushes his thumb over your swollen clit, making you whimper.

“Please, make me yours.”

As if you said the magic words, both men suddenly begin to move within you. Shouta keeps your hips stilled while rolling his own to thrust up into you, meanwhile Hizashi wraps one arm around your waist to grope your breast. You feel his teeth graze against your shoulder with enough pressure to bruise, but you don’t care, you’re in a euphoric state right now.

Shouta keeps your clit busy with his thumb while the both of them pick up their paces, the sound of sweaty skin slapping together resonating throughout the dense forest. You can feel your next orgasm already building as the two of them continue at their brutal pace, the feeling of your holes clenching around them driving them absolutely wild with lust - they’re not going to last much longer, either.

“Fuck - we love you, kitten.”

“Yesss, we love you so much little bird.” Hizashi grunts into your ear, and while you can’t say it yet, you’re sure that it won’t take but a few months before you’re saying the same words back.

All it takes is one well timed thrust against your g-spot and another flick to your clit before you’re clamping down on both men and letting out a long, strangled moan with your second orgasm. Shouta follows quickly behind you along with Hizashi, both men pressing deep within you before they spill their seeds. They stay inside of you even afterwards, letting you back in your afterglow as they both praise you, pressing kisses over your skin and telling you how great you did for them.

It’s too late for you to turn back now. You’ve made the deal, and you sealed it the second that you said yes.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XIII

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), Steve being a dink, attempted sexual assault, emotions.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself caught between the machinations of men.

Note: Updates might not stay consistent but doing my best. If I can finish this series, I want to focus after on continuing the original stuff I have going.

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MASTERLIST

The day wore on, Barnes taking the brunt of it as his temper was poked and prodded by his fellow lords. You could see his impatience bulging in his forehead as he approached and his lips drew into a tight line. The winner was declared and the audience streamed down the stands to ready for another night of feasting. The duke did not seem as eager.

“I would away for a short time,” he said stiffly as you stood, “they require final fittings for my saddle and as much as I’d rather stay at your side, they mean well. I cannot slip from my steed during competition or anything worse.”

“You will be long, my lord?” you asked out of courtesy more than concern. You found if you said what he expected, it pleased him enough to deter his displeasure.

“Not very, Lord Rogers will see you to the feast and I will meet you there,” he explained, “be wary in my absence.”

“I will,” you promised as he took your hand.

“Sweeting,” he doted and let go of you reluctantly, “take care.” He looked over your head and his face hardened again, “Stark, let’s be quick.”

You turned as he went and found yourself faced with Lord Rogers. His delight at the unusual pairing troubled you. He offered his arm as the other women trailed out with their escorts and you reticently slipped your hand into the crook of his elbow. He walked slowly, deliberately back from the rest.

“Did you enjoy yourself today?” he asked.

“The games were very entertaining,” you said brusquely, “and you, my lord?”

“Oh, I enjoyed the sights,” he hummed and you felt him looking at you. You swallowed as he led you across the castle grounds, the distance between you and the rest of the party growing, “that colour is complementary on you… and the cut.”

"Thank you, my lord," you responded as you approached the steps of the castle.

He was quiet as you ascended and as you entered, the rest of the nobles had dispersed. He waited until you were at the winding stair well before he spoke again. "Do you not think I look dashing?"

You peered over at him, unsure of how to answer in a way that would neither encourage or offend him. "That coat is finely made," you said.

He chuckled to himself as he kept on but as you followed the curl of the steps, he spun you so that your feet slid down several stairs and you slammed against the wall. He was quick to keep you from falling entirely as his hands went to your waist. He was close as he leered at you and his mouth slanted.

"You are careless, girl, and you would fall and hurt yourself were I not here," he taunted, "you might break something…" he ran his knuckles along your cheek softly, "like your pretty little face."

"My lord," you pushed against his chest, "we will be late for the feast--"

"I did keep you from a terrible accident and you wouldn't even offer me your gratitude for such a deed," his expression darkened. He pressed closer and lowered his voice, "I recall how your mouth made me quake and yet I do wonder if your cunt should feel the same or perhaps it would be even better."

"Get off," you beat on his overcoat, "I would report your intimidations to Lord Barnes and he would be most unhappy."

"And what shall he do? If it was he believed a whore like you?" Rogers snickered, "I can be quick."

He pulled at your skirts as you squirmed, your tenuous stance on the stairs only made him seem even stronger than he was. His hand snaked along the top of your stockings and you yelped as you grabbed his wrist in shock.

"Stop! Please--"

"Lord Rogers," the lilted voice frightened you and shame heated your cheeks as Rogers retracted his hand. He grasped your arm and cleared his throat, "lady, you should be more careful on these stairs."

"Perilous, are they not?" Baron Zemo's brows rose coyly.

"Very," Rogers answered curtly, "we were only progressing on to the feast."

"Ah yes, the games did awaken my appetite," Zemo remarked, "you do seem ravenous, my lord."

Rogers sneered and his throat bobbed, "Baron, you should be mindful not to overstay your welcome here, the kingdom does not forget the war so swiftly."

"Oh, let us not play at machismo, you have shown no courtesy to this gentlewoman," he bowed to you and smirked, "my lady, my name is Helmut Zemo and I hope you forgive me my oversight. A pity I hadn't the chance to introduce myself at our first encounter."

You returned your name but said nothing else as Rogers presence and avid attention worried you. You had no concern that Barnes would be suspicious of you and his lascivious friend but Zemo was a sore spot you dared not touch.

"And since we all seem to be headed to the same end, it would not be unexpected for us to continue on as one," he said, "my lady," he offered his hand, "as your companion did warn, you would not want to fall."

You glanced at Rogers who wore a scowl. He stepped aside and you nervously accepted Zemo's hand. You did not expect it and it was just as surprising to realise it but he was your saviour. You turned as he drew you along as Rogers led the way, his shoulders straight and squared. The frustration of being caught roiled around him and thickened the air as he said nothing.

"I understand you are closely acquainted with Duke Barnes. You likely know of our… past but I assure you what I did was only in the heat of battle. I am a man of fine discipline and not the same brute I am with blade in hand," he said.

"You would be best to be brief and be away shortly," Rogers warned, "Barnes does not bide you nor will he bide you close to her."

You reached the corridor and Zemo released you kindly. "Forgive me, I am ignorant of many of your people's practices but does Lord Barnes thus tolerate your intimate proximity to this lady? I did understand her to be his."

"He would tolerate me better than you," Rogers growled as he turned to bear down on the foreign noble, "and if he should hear any word from you he would be a fool to believe it."

"Perhaps," Zemo grinned and shrugged, "you think I fear this man but let me remind you I am the one who did take his arm. If anything, I believe it is I in his nightmares and not the reverse," he taunted, "my lady, I hope you do enjoy the feast and find yourself well at the end of the night."

"Thank you, my lord," you said, "you as well."

He left you and shot a final glance at Rogers who huffed in turn. When the Baron was gone, Rogers shook his head and gripped his hips. He bit his lower lip and sighed. "Come on then, the feast awaits."

🏰

You sat next to Barnes but he felt miles away. Even when his hand found yours or lingered on your skirts. You couldn't be disturbed by his antics as you stared across the hall at nothing in particular. You were tired. So tired. Around every corner was another villain ready to pounce.

You ate and drank but said little more than you needed to. You still felt Steve's hand tugging at your gown, his body against yours, the suffocating entrapment. And you heard Zemo's voice and saw the twinkle in his eyes, the curve of his thin lips. Then there was Barnes, incessant and insistent, who could be provoked in just a breath.

"What is the matter?" He asked, again. He'd asked several times.

"Nothing, it has only been a tiring day," you recited the lie.

"No, it is not that," he prodded as he clung to your hand, "you… seem grey."

"Nothing, I am very well. The food is plenty and I am privileged to have all that I do. By your hand, my lord."

"You lie to me but I cannot be angry for I worry more," he fidgeted with your hand, "please, tell so that I might be at peace."

"As I have said, I am exhausted," you uttered and pushed your fingers between his, "I promise, my lord."

"Shall we depart for the evening? I am due early for the joust," he kept his voice low, "and truly there is none but you who keep me here."

You looked at him. You were worn by him and the sight of him made your insides curdle. You felt this way because of him, all had transpired because of him… or because of you. Because you dared deny him. Because you could not give a noble what they demanded. Was that not your duty? Perhaps, you were wrong. Or you were going mad.

"I wouldn't not refuse," you said.

He nodded and looked around. He stood subtly, much of the hall engaged on the boards before the band. He drew you along the dais and down the steps to the floor. As he made along the east wall, he stopped suddenly at the impact of another body. You winced as Peter righted himself after his clumsy collision.

"Pardon me, Lord Barnes, I did not mean to… Ned! Get back here with--" he was caught by the older lord before he could dash away.

"What are you? A viscount's son, I hear," Barnes snarled, "hardly a title at all."

"I am the viscount," Peter wiggled free of his grasp, "my father's title is my own since his death. I manage my lands and see to my taxes. As much a lord as you, sir."

"You are brazen for your bearing," Barnes spat, "and childish for your age."

"Sir, I did apologize for my indiscretion but I will not be abused by you," he glanced at you and swallowed, "I am not one of your puppets." You flinched and saw the remorse in his eyes. He shook his head, "what I mean is… my lord, I do not know why you hold me in such disregard. We met as competitors and you took it as more. I was kind to this woman and again you took it as a slight. I have given you no reason to be spiteful and if I am just a viscount you needn't be so offended by my being."

Barnes lifted his chin and let out a long breath. He gritted his teeth and pushed back a strand of hair as he stepped closer to Peter and glared down at him, "you sound a sorer loser than I. I told you what this woman is but you persist--"

"I have not pursued her nor have I seen her since last I did you," Peter argued as he held his posture, "I suspect however this is less about my want and more of hers. Whether we get along or not it hardly affects her feelings for you and I have seen little reason why she should hold any warmth for someone as cold as you."

Barnes' nose flared and his hand balled to a fist. He was trembling like a kettle ready to boil over.

"You best watch your tongue and your gull, viscount," Barnes growled, "if you cherish those who remain to you." Lord Barnes turned and searched the crowd and smirked as his eyes followed the elder couple amid the sea, "your aunt and uncle? They seem happy…"

"My lord, you do incite me," Peter snipped.

"As you do incite me," Barnes barked, "so you keep away from what is mine and I will keep away from that which is yours."

"I always thought a duke would have better manners but I suppose that you make yourself plain and your meaning is noted, my lord," Peter spoke evenly, "be away with her then. She is of no concern of mine. She never was."

Barnes shouldered past the younger noble and pulled you along with him. As you passed Peter, you looked at him grimly, cut to the bone by his dismissal. He kept his eyes averted and stony. You turned to follow the duke and caught stride with him as you forced down your dismay.

You were stupid, so stupid. What did you think? You hardly knew Peter. He had only humoured you, out of propriety, out of decency. But now he knew you were nothing and were owed neither. 

How could you mean anything to anyone? Even this man who dragged you away saw you as nothing more than another of his possessions.

[elentiyawhitethorn]

When Passion Rules the Game | Part One

CW: NSFW, language

AN: Prompt from this ask

Part Two//Masterlist//2751 words

There was a man watching Aelin.

Actually, there were quite a few men watching Aelin, but there was only one who caught her eye. He was tall, muscled, tattooed, silver-haired, and he looked like he wanted to eat her alive. He was the kind of guy that Aelin would end up begging for.

He knew she was eyeing him back, and he looked quite content to stay where he was, leaning against the wall near the bar. Aelin figured if she wanted him, she would have to go get him, and from the smirk on his face, he knew she was going to. Hell, there was no way she wasn’t going to.

Swaying her hips as she strutted across the crowded bar, heels clicking, she sauntered up to him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

He smirked. “I’m new in town.”

Aelin placed a hand on her hip and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want to leave a new addition to the community feeling unwelcome.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “I would hope not. That would be awfully rude.”

Aelin laughed. “And what can I do to extend my hospitality?” She leaned closer, holding back a shiver at the man’s feral grin.

And so Aelin ended up being groped in the bathroom.

The door was locked, and Aelin couldn’t help but thank the gods for that as the man twisted a nipple through the fabric of her thin dress as she perched on the edge of the counter. She exhaled, trying not to moan, and spread her legs farther, inviting the man in. He gladly moved between her legs and kissed her dominantly. One of his hands remained on her breast, pulling it free from the dress.

He slid his tongue into Aelin’s mouth, squeezing her breast all the while, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a muffled groan into his mouth.

Aelin wanted more, but before she could ask for it, two fingers pushed aside her underwear and plunged in her entrance. She cried out into the man’s mouth, not expecting it, unaware his hand had been moving at all. He just kissed her harder and started pumping his fingers in her pussy, already dripping with arousal.

Aelin bucked her hips as best as she could on the counter, writhing in his grasp. He kept kissing her, taking what he wanted with his tongue, his teeth. The man finally let Aelin break the kiss and bury her head in his shoulder, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

He curled his fingers just so, and rubbed circles around her clit. A whimper left Aelin’s mouth.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” His rough murmurs sent Aelin over the edge with a moan. She shook as he didn’t stop finger-fucking her.

Finally, the man let up. He pulled his fingers from Aelin’s entrance with a smirk, raising them to his lips. The satisfaction Aelin felt instantly transformed into lust once more as he inserted his fingers into his mouth and sucked her juices off of them. Holy Mala.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” His voice was rough and hot as hell.

“Fuck me,” Aelin demanded breathlessly.

“What’s the magic word?” The smirk didn’t disappear from his face as he pinched her nipple.

Aelin bit her lip. “Please.”

“What was that?”

Fuck him. “Please,” Aelin begged, louder this time. “Please fuck me.”

He chuckled. Then he put his hands up the bottom of her dress, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her panties. Aelin put her palms flat on the counter to hold her weight as she helped him slide them down her legs.

She thought he would just discard them somewhere, but he said, “Open your mouth.”

Eyes widening, Aelin obeyed. He stuffed her panties in her mouth, and Aelin groaned as she tasted herself on the fabric.

Effectively gagged, Aelin watched as the man unbuckled his belt. He withdrew his length, and she groaned around her panties at the size of him.

His eyes darkened and he grabbed hold of Aelin’s thighs. Then he inserted his tip inside her entrance, and she bucked her hips, trying to get more of him inside her.

“Stop moving,” he commanded, and Aelin stilled obediently. She wanted to beg him to fill her up, but she couldn’t speak around the underwear stuffed in her mouth. It did nothing to muffle her moans, however; the man was teasing her and she was incredibly turned on. Aelin didn’t think either of them cared that they were in a public bathroom anymore.

He slid in slowly, only a couple inches. Then he pulled back out. Aelin whined pathetically, and he laughed at her. “Be patient, love.”

He repeated the teasing movements a few more times, leaving Aelin wet and wanting. Then, in one sudden and unexpected motion, he thrust inside Aelin all the way. She cried out and clenched her hands in his shirt, clutching at the material desperately.

He started moving slowly, allowing Aelin the luxury of feeling herself full before he pulled out and slammed back in. Then he really started fucking her.

Aelin held on to him tighter with every thrust. All sorts of noises from the back of her throat were falling from Aelin’s mouth, and she felt so fucking dirty thinking about how she was letting a stranger gag and fuck her.

It wasn’t long before he started panting, his thrusts becoming erratic. Aelin let go of him and moved her hand to her clit, rubbing furiously. Her other hand went to the neglected breast, pulling it free from her dress to knead it and play with her own nipple.

“Look at you, you little slut,” the man muttered, and Aelin groaned.

“You want to come, baby?” he asked.

Aelin nodded furiously.

He tightened his grip on Aelin’s thighs, sliding her right to the edge of the counter. Then he started moving once more. Every thrust was an earthquake, shaking Aelin’s world. It was all she could do to grab his shirt once more and cling to it and pray.

She knew she shouldn’t be doing this—it was only Monday, and there was work tomorrow. In fact, a new employee would be entering the office, and as a female boss, she would need to assert herself immediately, rather than wander around all day sipping multiple cups of coffee, exhausted as she surely would be after this. But Aelin couldn’t bring herself to care; not as the man fucked her harder than anyone had before, hitting that one spot in her that men seemed to have difficulty finding.

Aelin cried out around the makeshift gag and tried to spread her legs wider, craving another orgasm, desperate for the feeling of this man filling her up with his own come. He was still whispering dirty nothings to her, making it hard to remember her own name. With one final thrust, he buried himself inside of Aelin.

She came as he slid a hand over to her clit, pinching it far too hard for her to handle. Aelin felt a tear slide down her cheek as she tensed, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. The man hissed, holding her tight enough to leave a bruise as she came on his cock.

He pulled out with a wince, and Aelin was immediately stuck by how empty she felt without him inside of her.

“Such a good whore for me,” the man praised her, and Aelin whined. She could only imagine what she looked like: her scanty dress around her middle, with her breasts free and her dripping pussy on display. Her panties in her mouth. Gods, Aelin had a lunch date with her cousin tomorrow. How would she be able to look him in the eye after this? Aelin would have laughed at the thought if she could’ve.

He reached his hand up and tugged her panties free from Aelin’s mouth, drawing a gasp out of her mouth. Instead of giving them to her, he just inserted them in his pocket with a smirk.

Aelin closed her legs and slid off of the counter. Her legs were shaky enough that she would have fallen forward if the man didn’t catch her with a chuckle. “Careful, sweetheart.”

Aelin wanted to growl, but it was all she could do to stand up straight, still clutching his arm for support. She pulled the top of the dress over her breasts and did the same with the bottom, trying to find some modicum of modesty as he was fully dressed, his cock back in his pants.

Aelin glanced at the mirror, then decided she would be going straight home after this. There was no way anyone wouldn’t be able to tell what she had been up to, and she needed as much rest as she could get if she intended to be fresh for tomorrow.

She straightened her hair as best as she could, then let go of the man, flashing him a smirk. She started toward the bathroom door.

“Who said I was done with you?” a gravelly voice asked, dark with unabated desire. Apparently he wasn’t satisfied yet. Aelin froze.

“Why don’t you come back to my place, baby.” Not really a request.

Aelin wanted to, she sure as hell did, but work tomorrow. And yet… he was so hot and most certainly a good fuck. Aelin could only imagine what kind of experience being in his bed would turn into.

“Well?”

Aelin faced him once more. “Lead the way.”

—

He lived in an apartment, medium-sized and a bit bland. There were boxes on the floor and all the walls were bare; Aelin supposed he hadn’t finished unpacking yet.

He pulled Aelin roughly inside, and she started to wonder just what she had gotten into. Once the man locked the door, all the distance they had maintained on the way here vanished. One moment, the pair gazed darkly at each other, the next, they were making out furiously.

The man—damn it, Aelin needed to get his name—slid his hands down the her thighs, and Aelin took the hint, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her up. He carried Aelin down the hall and into a bedroom. Then he set her gently on the bed, a vast contrast to his previous touches, before he flipped on a lamp and turned to her.

“Strip.”

Aelin shivered. Still, she couldn’t help but say, “I’ll strip if you strip,” sass evident in her tone.

He frowned. “What did I just tell you, darling?”

Aelin restrained herself from obeying him. “What did I just say to you?” She was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn’t help but want to know what getting on this man’s bad side felt like.

“You’re just begging me to punish you, aren’t you?” He crossed his arms amusedly.

“What if I am?” Aelin sprawled back on his bed, kicking her heels onto the floor.

A dangerous smirk was all Aelin got in warning before he lunged at her, flipping her onto her stomach and bringing his hand down on her ass. Aelin groaned in pleasure, the sweet pain of the motion making her wet once more.

He pulled her dress up enough to expose her ass, giving himself better access. He still had her underwear, so now her ass was bare to him.

The man brought him hand down once more, and Aelin cried out. She clenched her fingers in the sheets.

“Do you enjoy that? Do you like being spanked like the bad girl you are?”

Aelin moaned. “Please.”

“Please what?” He brought spanked her again, harder. Much harder.

“Please,” Aelin repeated, not even sure what she was begging for.

She could feel the cruel smile on his face as she slapped her again, drawing a noise from the back of her throat. “Spread your legs.”

Aelin complied, spreading them as much as she could face-down, clinging to the sheets.

She found out what he wanted to do when he slapped her now-exposed pussy. She whimpered. The sting on such a sensitive area was exquisite.

He repeated the motion, and Aelin screamed. His fingers had slapped against her clit, leaving her a shaking mess on the bed.

“Turn back over,” he instructed.

Aelin could barely move, but she didn’t dare disobey. She maneuvered around onto her back once more, rolling awkwardly.

“Now fucking strip, you little bitch.”

With shaky hands, all of the fight drained from her body—or spanked from her body more like—Aelin pulled her dress over her body. This wasn’t a sexy striptease; it was a desperate, messy need to obey.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Maybe I should let you come again, since you’re being so good for me.”

Aelin nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled. “Get closer to the headboard.”

Trembling with lust and absolutely remorseless about the fact that she would be napping during work tomorrow, Aelin moved farther up the bed. He didn’t join her immediately, instead opting to grab something off of his dresser. Rope. Looks like he’d had time to unpack the essentials, at least. Aelin would have snorted if she wasn’t so turned on.

The man moved around the bed and Aelin put her hands above her head. With another praise, he fastened them to the headboard. An experimental tug had Aelin groaning with the knowledge that she couldn’t get out, completely at his mercy.

Then he climbed onto the bed. He spread Aelin’s legs, holding each one down with his calloused hands. Aelin knew what was coming, but she couldn’t stop the feral groan that tore from her lips as he licked a stripe up her sex. He repeated the motion, brutally licking the length of her, getting faster as he moved over and over again.

Aelin was writhing, thrashing under his grip, struggling against the binds. But it was all to no avail; she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything except let him devour her. He lapped up her juices, tasting every drop of her.

Broken moan after hoarse cry left Aelin’s mouth, the desperation of the sounds heightening as he inserted his tongue in Aelin’s entrance. She bucked her hips uselessly as he worked her. When the man turned his attention to her clit, Aelin knew she was done for.

He made eye contact with her as he teasingly traced a circle around the delicate bud with his tongue. Aelin whimpered, and the noise had him smirking once again. Slowly, he placed his lips over Aelin’s clit—and then he sucked. Aelin yelled as her orgasm crested, dragging her into the land of hazy pleasure.

When she returned somewhat to reality, Aelin became aware of her hands being free and someone tracing her body with their lips, leaving gentle kisses. She sighed and glanced over to see the man beside her, his arm encircling her body.

“You good, sweetheart?”

Aelin hummed. “Yeah. That was fun.” She had hardly had anything to drink at the bar, but pure pleasure and exhaustion had Aelin slurring her words.

The man grinned. “Maybe we could do that again sometime?”

Aelin was tempted, but—“Sorry. I don’t do more than one night stands. Gods forbid someone gets attached.”

This was a lie. The truth of the matter was that, being the CEO of a multi-million dollar company, Aelin didn’t want anyone who she had allowed to fuck her senseless recognizing her. It was usually easy to hide, as most of the men she went home with were either drunk or too busy staring at her boobs. Not to mention her public image was of a put-together, well-dressed, determined, strong young woman that was unlikely to be confused with the woman who wore slutty dresses and frequented bars, but she took no chances. Even though she almost couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing this man again.

He looked like he was debating whether or not to argue, but he seemed to respect her decision and kept his mouth shut.

“I need to go,” Aelin muttered, feeling drowsy.

“Stay here,” he said, holding her tighter. “You’re so warm.”

Aelin sighed and snuggled closer to him. Why had she wanted to leave again? Maybe she had something to do tomorrow? Nothing was coming to mind. It would probably be okay if Aelin fell asleep here, right?

She shifted into a more comfortable position and murmured her agreement. The she fell asleep.

———

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[cherrysodda]

It was one of these nights where their kisses got bluer than the sky, smooth criminals under the arguement trees on the hills, where teens carve their love and never return, where a girl got fucked, where a boy jumped up, where a sire once said the lies were gone.

Their touches are all but clean; rough and heavy hands meeting skin and grabbing it. Trevor breaks up the kiss to wipe his breath, hazel eyes meeting blue lies, thin lips on the way to talk, but Trevor overtakes. "When..?" "Tomorrow" Michael spit the husky whisper with hands stuck on Trevor's waist, letting the chestnut's weight on him. "Why you just told me this morning?" "Heh, look T, I didn't know how to... it's an Amanda's thing, I–" "For so long?" Trevor hold his hands tighter. "...A full month.."

Silence reigned, even the moon now left, clouds erasing any sparkle on any eyes. "Do you wanna see a magic trick?" "Sex jokes? No, please, I think I'd.." the blue eyed got hushed with a tender kiss, lips stroking, two warm foreheads next to each other. "Boom. I'm still here. That's the trick." "Trev, what are you...?" "The trick, you know, you love to see it. 'Lie to your fucking best friend and watch him keep crawling back to you'" Michael pulled him apart, visibly atacked "Okay, I know what you're trying to s–" "Oh, Trevor, I promise I'm telling Amanda, Trevor the divorce it's closer! Trevor, I'm fucking leaving the city with my whore for a month!" Both men standed up.

"Don't you fucking dare calling her that ever again!"

"... You're right, I'm sorry." The hazel one suddenly said lowly. "Thank you" the huskier voice snapped for the second time, thinking about how odd was that this man, his Trevor apolog-

"I'm sorry, you're so fucking right, the only and unique whore of whores in this shitty piss dumper country IT'S YOU!" Never a canadian throat cried out with such strenght before, just the mixed feelings of a broken man could be able to do so. Though the snap was the bigger uproar ever, Trevor weakly finger pointed the author of his eternal cycle of hurt, dead promises and living lies.

Both pair of fists, fully devoted to vanish the last drop of peace the silence had to give, just burned out their knucles until the death sights between the old lovers lasted its capacity. They had fight before, lots of times, until the rough kisses would appear, bold and heavily asking something their mouths could never slip out as words

Are you okay?

"Save it, I'm not breaking your fucking nose tonight." Trevor lowered an octave, his boots tasting the wet grass one last time.

"Send my love to your new lover".

And so, he left.

[boimgfrog]

hey @pantoranprincess​ i uh. i wrote it <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139768

full fic under the cut

The two men were seated at a table, enjoying lunch despite the… cozy size of Luke’s office. Conversation flowed easily, albeit mostly one-sided.

               “anyways, that’s when I saw Obi-Wan, my first master-” Luke paused, noticing Din’s helmet tilt slightly at the name, “you do know who Obi-Wan was, right?”

               Din froze, not expecting the Jedi to pick up on his confusion, “the name sounds familiar… Bo-Katan mentioned him once,” he took a sip from his straw, “said he was a sister-seducing- man-whore? Was he some kind of escort?”

               He waited as his words washed over Luke. The jedi blinked twice, a smile flickering past his lips.

               “yes,” Luke nodded, “he was, excellent job,” he spooned more soup into his own bowl, hiding his smile behind its large spoon.

               “and he was your master?” Din asked, tilting his head forward.

               “mhmm,” Luke set the spoon back into the bowl, matching din’s gaze through his lashes, “taught me everything he knew,”

               Din coughed, turning his attention back towards his lunch. he sipped at it, ignoring the blush that crept under his helmet.

The jedi huffed, eyes twinkling. Something told Din that maybe, just maybe, he’d lied about the Obi-wan thing.

                                                          -><-

The back of Luke’s head hit the ground, pulling a wheeze from his body. Above him, Din stood poised, cradling a very fussy green toddler. He extended a hand toward the fallen jedi, but Luke waved him off, leaning up on his elbows.

“’s nothing, no offense but,” he gestured to Grogu, who had calmed down some, “he’s no Vader, I’ll be fine,” this time, he accepted Din’s hand, hardly dwelling on how easily he pulled him up.

“Vader?” Din asked, shifting the baby to his hip, and pocketing the darksaber he’d previously been using.

Luke looked up at the Mandalorian, tilting his head with a smile, “Darth Vader? The emperor’s right-hand man?”

Din’s helmet betrayed to hint of recognition. Unbelievable. No way, there’s no way he was this clueless.

“big cape, scary helmet? Red lightsaber?” Luke tried, wracking his brain.

“oh, you mean like the guy on those old recruitment posters?”

“those- the recruitment posters?”

Din nodded, “I’d see ‘em plastered up in bars and stuff, back before the empire fell,”

Recruitment posters. Din, one of the best bounty hunters Luke had ever met, king of Mandalore himself, had only heard of Darth Vader via recruitment posters. Luke felt his chest flutter. He nodded along with whatever Din said next, mind elsewhere. If he hadn’t heard of Darth Vader… what else had he managed to miss?

                                                         -><-

“Din!” Luke called from down the hallway, footsteps tripping as he ran inside Din’s ship, “Din! My sister’s here,” he said, knocking on the solid metal hull, “She wants to meet you!” his voice made it sound like an important event, though Din could hardly see why exchanging niceties with the sister of a backwater jedi warranted such flare.

“mm,” Din pulled back the door, peering down at Luke who was bouncing on his toes, “why?”

Luke ignored him, grabbing Din by his gloved hand, and dragging him towards his office, “this could be a big opportunity for you,” he rattled on, eyes shining beneath his mess of dust-streaked hair, “it’s good for you to make connections like this, given your newly-found title-”

“connections?” Din interrupted, “what do you mean?”

Luke spared a confused glance back at the Mandalorian, still steadily walking him towards his sister, “my sister? Leia Organa?”

Din offered up no response, but Luke was enamored by it nonetheless. He could understand not knowing much about galactic history, after all, he was under the impression that Din lead a particularly... sheltered childhood. But things that were happening now? The new republic?

“she was the princess of Alderaan? She helps lead the New Republic?”

“Alderaan...” Din paused, “that’s the one that blew up, right?”

“yes,” Luke dropped Din’s hand, unhooking the tarp that shielded his office from view, “yes, it’s the one that blew up,”

“mm,” Din hummed thoughtfully, “is she a jedi too?”

“sort of, I’ve been helping her train,” Luke said, checking his hair in the gleam of Din’s helmet.

“must’ve been why they blew up Alderaan then,” Din held still, “they were trying to kill her before she got too powerful,”

Luke’s hands stilled. He stared up into the Mandalorian’s visor, “huh,” he said, unable to stop his lips from twitching, “maybe so,” Luke turned around, brushing the tarp aside for Din to enter, hiding his smile behind the fabric.

                                                          -><-

It was almost cute, how little Din seemed to know about the galaxy he lived in. it didn’t really matter, of course. Most of it was just history lessons, nothing that would seriously impede him on a mission or in battle. And he wasn’t stupid by any means. He could speak more languages than Luke could count on his hands, flesh and robotic, and had flight skills that could rival even the most trained X-wing pilot. Still, it was hard not to feel fond when the Mandalorian only just now realized that Luke and Leia were twins.

“how was I supposed to know!”

“Din, starlight, our father would’ve been found out the second one of us was born, how exactly did you think he managed to swerve the jedi code to have another baby?”

“listen-” Din huffed, biting back his argument when he saw how ecstatic Luke was over this whole ordeal. Luke only nodded along expectantly, crossing one leg over the other. He was nothing if not encouraging.

“to be fair,” Din started, scowling at Luke’s twinkling smile, “she’s a princess, and you grew up on Tatooine,” he huffed, “and you never mentioned your dad was a jedi,” he added quickly, hoping Luke would miss it in his euphoria. No such luck.

“Din,” Luke stood up, reaching to cradle the Mandalorian’s helmet in his hands, “Anakin Skywalker? Did you think that was a coincidence?”

“it’s a big galaxy, there’s like half a billion ‘Djarin’s out there,” Din answered, but the bite had left his voice. It was hard to be frustrated when Luke was so close, all soft smiles and saying “Din” like it was a prayer.

Din leaned into the jedi’s touch. He’d blame it on the weight of his helmet later, and Luke would play along, teasingly offering to hold the helmet if it ever got too heavy. It was only ever teasing though. Luke never asked for more than Din was willing to give.

                                                         -><-

 They were pressed together, Din’s arm wrapped lazily around Luke’s waist, the jedi’s head leaning against his cold, armored shoulder. The beaches on Luke’s planet were nothing special, but the sunsets, oh the sunsets were spectacular. Grogu had been poking at Luke’s brain all day, playing memories of beach days on coruscant and building sandcastles with the crechemasters, until Luke finally caved and suited the baby up for a day in the water, inviting Din along.

Grogu had the time of his life, taking turns force-throwing sand at his dad and splashing his master until they joined in the fun. After a full day of entertaining the little gremlin, though, the two men had decided to impose Nap Time on the kiddo, sprawling out together on one of the many beach towels Luke had brought. (“you didn’t grow up on Tatooine, Din. Trust me, sand gets everywhere”)

The baby was fast asleep against Din’s armor, wrapped up so his head didn’t get bruised by the beskar.

“this was nice, huh?” Luke asked, shifting to look up at the Mandalorian. His eyes brushed over the thin stripe of exposed facial hair before he pulled his gaze away, embarrassed. Even the smallest of glimpses got his heart racing. Ridiculous, honestly.

“mhmm,” Din absentmindedly rubbed circles on Grogu’s back with his thumb, “could’ve done without all the sand in my armor, though,”

Luke laughed, “ugh I know,” he shifted again, pulling his arms from the poncho he was wearing, “I always get so much sand and dust in my hand, it’s the worst,”

Din tilted his helmet, “in your hand?”

“yeah,” Luke fiddled with his glove, pulling it off before tugging on one of his fingers, revealing the intricate system of wires, “you didn’t know?”

Din knew he was staring, and he knew that wasn’t polite but he just- “you’re… part droid?”

Luke laughed at that, a full, hearty laugh, one that had him gasping for air and rolling on his back. Din reached for his hand, holding it up so that it didn’t hit the sand as Luke fell back.

“yes,” Luke said, catching his breath, “I suppose that’s one way to put it,” he flicked his finger again, closing the wiring hatch. Din hadn’t removed his hand, so Luke twisted their fingers together, “you really didn’t know?”

“how was I supposed to?”

“the lifting things six times my weight didn’t tip you off?”

Din sputtered, “you’re a jedi??? You lift things six times your weight all the time???”

That got Luke laughing again, eyes twinkling in the setting sun. He was teasing Din, yes, but he was also so, so deeply fond of him. This, Luke asking questions, Din answering truthfully even though it made him look silly, this was everything to Luke. Luke trusted the Mandalorian, of course he did, and this made Luke feel like Din trusted him as well. just the thought alone was enough to make the Jedi smile wider, letting his head fall against the Mandalorian’s shoulder once more.

                                                           -><-

Luke paced around Din’s ship. It was bigger than his last one, and somehow even harder to navigate.

“Din, where’s your holoprojector?” Luke had promised to tell Leia when they were getting close, and they’d be closing in on Coruscant within the hour.

“don’t have one,” came the response from the dashboard, stopping Luke in his tracks.

“don’t- do you at least have a data pad?” no holoprojector? Maybe Din was poorer than Luke thought.

“yeah,” Din shuffled around for a moment, before handing Luke a beat-up data pad that was at least a century old.

“Din this thing is ancient,” he said, frowning at the actual layer of crust on the screen, “does it even have holonet?”

“nope,”

“wh-“ Luke was dumbfounded, “how do you get your news? What if something big happens??”

“if I need to know it, someone will tell me,” Din said as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy, but the thought left Luke reeling.

“Din, starlight, you didn’t know who Darth Vader was,”

“I did so-”

“yeah, from recruitment posters-”

“it still counts-”

“no it doesn’t-”

They fought like that for a moment, back and forth, until it dawned on Luke.

“holy stars,” he said, cutting Din’s rant short, “Din, is this why you didn’t know about Obi-Wan? And Anakin being my father? And Leia and the new republic?” Luke sat down in the co-pilot’s seat, scooping up Grogu and setting him in his lap.

Din grumbled, turning his attention back to hyperspace, “it wasn’t important,”

“starlight it was Darth Vader-”

The two started arguing again, bickering in that old married couple kind of way. Luke couldn’t help but smile at the situation. All this time, all these silly little accidents and conversations, all because the Mandalorian hadn’t bothered to install a holoprojector in his ship. It was amazing, really.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, you don’t know anything about Mandalorian culture,”

“Din no one knows anything about Mandalorian culture,”

Din slumped in his seat, hands gripping loosely at the steering controls. Luke leaned forward, bumping the Mandalorian’s with his head until Din faced him, pressing their foreheads together softly.

“hey,” Luke said in hushed tones, “for the record, I thought it was kinda hot,”

Din let out a breathy laugh, pulling back slightly to look in the jedi’s eyes.

“that says more about you than it does me, Skywalker,”

Luke matched his laugh, Din joining in before resting his forehead against Luke’s again. They were gonna get an earful from Leia when they landed without a party to welcome them, but for now they would simply rest, all shiny armor and gentle curls, bathed in the glow of hyperspace.

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

If We’re Quick

Pairing :: Ray Palmer x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, Smut/NSFW, Size Kink, Thigh Riding

Word Count :: 1,773

Summary :: Ray convinces you that if you’re quick, the team won’t catch you

A/N :: I’m a whore for this man- HE’S SO SWEET

Ray Palmer was the sweetest goofball you had ever met. He almost always had a smile on his face, finding the bright side to even the darkest of situations. His charm and small ramblings about his passions made you fall head over heels for the man, even if you tried to ignore those feelings of attraction at first.

Even before you joined the Legends, you refused to be romantically involved with any work colleague. All your previous co-workers had told you it was frowned upon to date within the workplace, gossiping whenever two people started seeing each other. 

So, when Ray asked you out on a date, it pained you to decline. Yet, somehow, you still ended up having dinner with him at Lana’s & Larry’s, a diner from the 50s.

-

You stared at him in shock, your heart racing as you stared up at him, a large nervous smile on his face. You gulped, looking down with sadness. At first, you felt overjoyed at his offer, but then remembered your own professional guidelines.

“Ray…” You mumbled. “Ray, I can’t go on a date with you, we work together. What would the team think?” 

Seeming to already think of this outcome, a small chuckle left Ray. “It’s not a date, it’s just dinner, so it’s not breaking you ‘no dating colleagues’ rule.” He gave you a small shrug and added, “Plus, I’m sure no one will notice we’re missing.”

You tilted your head back up, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you brushed some hair out of your face. “Well, when you put it like that, sure. I’ll have dinner with you, but, just as friends.”

You could visibly see him ease up, his shoulders relaxing and a small breath he was holding released. “Just as friends,” He repeated.

-

Each time Ray asked you out, it was always “just as friends”. Even on your fifth outing together, the kiss you two shared was only as “friends”.

A small Ma & Pa owned sweets shop in Bedford, England, from the 70s had a couple’s special each Sunday. If a couple kissed and showed the old married couple that they were in love, they could get a free bag of sweets each. 

The second you heard that, without hesitation, your hands reached for the sides of Ray’s face and pulled him down for a kiss. Your father taught you to save money and take any opportunity that benefited you.

At first, Ray was completely stunned, but it didn’t take long for him to lean down closer to you so you would no longer have to stand on your tippy-toes to reach him. You pulled away seconds after he placed his hands on the small of your back. 

He had a large grin plastered on his face and you couldn’t help but heat up, flustered by your actions.

The old married couple laughed a bit at first, calling the two of you “a cute young couple” before handing you each your sweets.

After that small event though, you each knew you couldn’t pretend to be just friends anymore. You two started to date, keeping it a secret from the rest of the team.

It was difficult, but, you managed, especially since you two had already been hiding when you went out on dates before.

Almost two months had passed, and the only person to find out was Nate. He found out a week after you and Ray started officially dating. It was a miracle only Nate had found out seeing as Ray couldn’t lie to save his life, let alone keep a big secret from his best friend. However, when Nate found out, he was of great help keeping your guys’ secret, especially for Ray. Not only did he help come up with excuses or lies to tell the team why you or Ray were missing, but, he also alarmed you whenever someone was approaching.

Having Nate’s help eased you, but also made Ray feel a bit too comfortable at times.

-

You stood in the med-bay, patching up a slightly scratched up and shirtless Ray, who sat right in front of you.

The team had a mission in Springfield, Missouri 1865. While in a saloon, a group of men began catcalling and hollering at you. Annoyed, you ignored them, and told Ray to do the same. He listened to you, even if he desperately wanted to tell the men to quit it.

You were hoping if you ignored them they would give up and leave you alone. Instead, they persisted and one grabbed your arm as you passed by. Ray wasn’t a “fight first talk later” kind of guy by any means, so you were surprised when he punched the man and thus started a bar fight. Luckily, Mick, Nate, and Amaya were at the bar and helped quickly end the fight.

No one had gotten any serious injuries besides Ray, who had a nasty stab wound on his shoulder. One of the men had a large knife and managed to only stab Ray in the shoulder an inch deep before he was knocked away.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get shot,” You told him right when you finished stitching up and bandaging his wound. 

You pushed away the metal cart that held your now used surgical needle, bloodied cotton balls, antibiotics that were used to clean the wound, and bandages.

When you walked back over, there was a small pout on your face. “You know, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

Ray gave you a small smile, placing his large hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I know, but you’ll always be there to patch me up if anything does happen (Y/N).”

He pulled you in for a small kiss, one you only indulged momentarily before pulling away, giving him a warning glare.

 “I won’t patch you up if you get hurt doing something stupid.”

His smile only grew before you leaned in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer than the previous one. He lightly nipped at your bottom lip and you parted your mouth, allowing his tongue to enter and explore your mouth.

Ray held you so close now you sat on one of his thighs, with one hand still on your waist and the other holding the nape of your neck. Your hands laid flat on his chest, body leaning into his hold.

You loved it when he held you, especially since there was an obvious height difference between the two of you. You felt small, but secure, when in his grasp. He loved the difference in build between you two just as much, being able to easily lift you up and hold you close to him. You were the perfect size for him.

You felt a small warmth building between your legs straddling his thigh, but it really only grew when you tried to scoot closer to him creating a small friction. He still wore the linen pants Gideon had made him, but you now wore thin black leggings(you changed your clothes right before going to help Ray). 

Without thinking, your body moved your hips again to create that same friction, this time causing you to moan softly into the kiss. Being the observant man he was, and loving the sounds of your sweet voice, Ray moved his hand down from your waist to your hips, beginning to help move you against his thigh. His hand pushed you down further and his leg pressed up against your core more now. You could feel a wetness begin to form and your mind slowly started growing hazy.

You pulled away from the kiss, panting lightly with a worried expression on your face. “Ray, we can’t. What if someone-”

“They’re all still working on the mission. No one’s here,” He reassured you. “But, if you’re that worried we’ll do this here real quick then go back to my room. Okay?”

He moved his other hand down to your hips and moved you again.

“Ray,” You moaned out.

Your head fell to rest at the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking small bits of flesh as he continued to guide you against his thigh. Slowly, the pace started to speed up a bit, your breaths growing heavier. 

Ray watched you with darkened eyes, how you held onto him, face flushed and moaning. He was getting more and more turned on by the second watching you. Once you were taken care of, he’d be sprinting to his room with you in his arms.

You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn’t even notice one of his hands slipped away from holding you until his hand went down your leggings and he pressed two fingers against your wet panties. He let out a low groan, feeling how wet you already were knowing you were close.

His fingers moved to begin rubbing your clit roughly, causing you to take a sharp breath. You could feel a knot tighten in the pit of your belly, your moans growing in volume, and your grip on Ray’s shoulders tightening. It wasn’t long after your body tensed up followed by a loud moan as you released.

Your body relaxed, falling and holding onto him weakly. Ray pulled his hand out, placing it back on your nape to give you a long kiss.

“We should really knock-”

The doors opened, revealing a stunned Sara, Jax, and Amaya along with an anxious Nate.

“-before entering,” Nate finished, letting out a loud sigh of defeat.

Your eyes widened, fear hitting you before a wave of embarrassment. Both yours and Ray’s faces began to heat up. Ray gave your teammates a sheepish smile, while you covered your face and turned away.

Jax quickly walked away, most likely to find and tell Martin what he had just witnessed. Amaya was quiet, but it was clear she was surprised by her expression. Sara gave you two a small scowl before turning on her heels to walk away.

“I have some money to give Mick,” She muttered, clearly upset she lost a bet.

Nate gave Ray an apologetic shrug. “I tried to stop ‘em,” He said before closing the doors.

When the doors were closed and you finally calmed down, you pulled your hands away. You stared at Ray with furrowed brows. “I told you-”

“I know,” He quickly cut you off. “But, now we can hold hands all time and annoy the team with how cute we are together.”

You tried to glare at his optimistic smile but soon found yourself smiling as you gave him a light hit on his shoulder.

[sparetimeimagines]

Hi! Can you pls do Sugar daddy Osamu miya Smut😙💕👻Daddy kink and Osamu being a hard dom thanks! 😊❤️👻(just wanted to use the ghost emoji tbh😪)

Manners | Miya Osamu

Tags; Daddy!Osamu, Dom!Osamu, Sub!Yn, Anal, Cheating, Dd/Lg, Assplay

Masterlist

You were never the one to pay good attention.

To the details? Yes.

To your surroundings? Of course.

To your Daddy threatening to punish you if he catches you with another guy?

Ab-so-luelty not.

A regular Friday night out; Osamu decides he wants to show off his fine baby girl. But there’s only one condition, your attention belongs to him.

You liked to play games with your dom.

He watched you like a hawk, his eyes following your every move, and you were aware of that.

He’d watch with his brother in a booth as you danced in the body of people. Arms crawled around your waist, men desired you, especially because you paid them no attention.

They thought it was a chase, hard to get.

But in reality, your dom was watching, and you wanted to see how far you can get.

So there you were, grinding your hips on anyone who dares come in your radius. Any brave soul who was ballsy enough to make contact with you could handle the wrath of your Daddy.

You felt him watching you, that much was obvious. His beautiful dark eyes followed you, his cock semi-hard from the jealousy he felt seeing you dry fuck these random strangers you’ve never met before.

He liked to watch. Of course. Bring another girl home and he’s all down for it. Whatever makes his Baby Girl happy. That is, as long as it’s not another man’s cock.

The guy hovered over you, his dark hair with the undercut was enough to make Osamu focus.

He’s behind you, those hands on your hips, letting you break your concentration with your boyfriend. He whispers some joke full of perversion in your ear, letting you flush and laugh at his pathetic excuse of a pick up line.

Osamu watches this, his palm flexing into his fist, and he’s not happy about this.

Not at all.

So the intruder invades Osamu’s person space, and to be frank, it’s pissing him off. He wants to walk down there, bend you over his knee, and turn your ass red for being a brat. Because you’re testing him.

He gives you everything you could ever ask for. Those beautiful diamond earrings from the department store. That overpriced handbag with the checkered pattern and engraved logo across the front. That flashy blue sports car you never drive because you’re always at his side.

He wants his baby girl to be happy.

Then why are you receiving neck kisses from this man you never met before? Why aren’t you pushing him off, telling him you have a boyfriend?

You look your dom in the eye for a brief second, before nodding to the stranger, following him out of the club.

Now, this infuriates Osamu. He knows exactly what you’re doing. You want a reaction from him. You want him to get angry so you can tell him he’s overreacting.

“She’s back on her bullshit again.” Osamu sighs.

“Are you going to let her get away with it this time?” His twin turns into him where the younger man shakes his head.

“What do you think?”

Down your hallway past the foyer, you let this man into your home. Your candy trail leads to the bedroom, the absolute place of no man’s land when it comes to another man’s property, and he’s trespassing.

Your bare breasts hang out, those large hands massaging one and sucking on the other. He hovers in between your legs wrapped around his waist.

Not many words are shared, except for the basic “Fuck, you’re so hot” and “you like that don’t you.”

Until he looks up. He had to look up.

One your bedside, you framed a picture of you and Osamu. A selca, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him.

“You have a boyfriend...”

“Oh yeah, but don’t worry about him.” He watches the frame uncertainly as he continues on to your core. Kisses run up and down your hips until he hikes up your dress, leaving nothing but the ring of fabric around your waist.

“No panties.” His brows rise in surprise and you nod.

“My boyfriend doesn’t like them.”

The dark headed man chuckles running his tongue over your slit, inhaling sharply with a moan, having you dangling from the side of the bed.

He leans forward, taking in your juices when he asks another question.

“What else does your boyfriend not like?” He kisses your clit, reaching for his belt buckle.

“Sharing.”

It isn’t you who answers him, but Osamu, who stands in the doorway.

The guy jumps to his feet, hand still on his belt when Osamu stops him.

“No, continue fucking my pet. Please.” He growls unamused while you smirk. The stranger back up, away from Osamu; however he doesn’t let him leave. “No really. Sit down. You’re not leaving.”

He runs a hand through his grey hair and glares at you.

“Do you like bringing men here into my home like some whore?”

He pulls your naked legs into him as you nod.

“Answer me, you fucking brat.”

“Yup.”

“Excuse me?” He grasps the chunks of your hair pulling you into him. “Would you like to correct yourself?” He blinks in disbelief.

The intimidating glare from your dom was enough to make you sweat. You were pushing his buttons lately, but all you wanted was a little attention.

“Yes I do, Daddy.”

The extra man stands to his feet, inching towards the door.

“Stay.” Osamu says without breaking his hold on you. Your eyes flicker to the man held captive, Osamu notices pulling your hair more.

“No way, man, I’m not getting caught up in your games. I’m out.”

He runs past you two out of your house, the door slamming.

“Look what you did, Baby Girl. Causing all this commotion because you’re a selfish brat.” He clicks his tongue, his handle gently cradling your face as though you were made of porcelain. “You ruined that kid’s life.”

A smirk stretches across your lips and he pulls you up to his level.

“Do you think this is funny? Acting like an ungrateful brat? After all I give you? This is how you repay me? By bringing some loser in my bed to fuck you?”

He grips your cheeks with other hand, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You’re unbelievable.” He drops you onto the bed. His strong hands unbutton his shirt throwing it off to the side. “So tell me. What should your punishment be?”

The smirk resides across your lips; fear building with time along your core. The fear makes you sweat, beads dripping down your back because you know you’re in trouble. You know he’s going to tear you a new one.

But what you also know, is he sees how your pussy is glistening with your slick.

“Spread them.” He slaps the inside of your leg as you’re hesitant. “Now don’t be shy... you had that nobody touching your naked body and you hardly knew him for fifteen minutes.”

He slaps your leg once more, the red burn stinging with his pleasure. “Keep them spread.” Your pussy exposed for his liking, he pulls his phone out, daring you to move them.

“Samu...” you whine feeling the cold air touch your clit.

He types away on the screen, no response beckoning his lips.

“Osamu.” You call for his attention once more, though he continues to type.

“Daddy.”

“What you ungrateful brat?” He tucks his phone away. “Tsumu’s telling me to take it easy on you, Baby Girl. However right now, you’re making it very hard with the way you’re behaving.”

He leans down closer in between your legs blowing cool air across your cunt.

“Don’t touch it.” He warns observing your drying folds. “Tell me, who owns this pussy?” He eyes you from down below, daring you to get the answer wrong.

Those dark orbs watch you with his patience running thin.

“Answer me.” Osamu says with a quick smack across your clit. The yelp from your lips satisfies him into waiting an extra second.

“Y-yours?” You whimper with that smile never fading.

He attacks your cunt once more with a quick snap of his wrist.

“What was that?”

“Daddy’s. It belongs to Daddy.”

“That’s right. It sure does.” He rubs your clit in circles making you relax your hips. “Hey. Open them.” He smacks your thigh. “So if it belong to me, can you tell me why there was someone else in between it?”

You shake you head no and he smacks it without hesitation.

“You liar!” Two powerful smacks has you sobbing from the burn. “Tell the truth.” With each second he has you trembling against his skin.

“Because I’m a bad girl.” Tears threaten to continue leaving streaks.

“That’s right. You’re a bad girl. Do you know what happens when bad girls don’t behave?” He grabs your neck pulling you into him. “Can you tell me what happens, Baby Girl?”

“They-they get punished?” You stutter against his finger tracing your lips.

“They get punished.”

With that, he flips you on the bed, his hands roughly pulling you into him.

One, two, three smacks on opposite sides as he picks the favorite on the left.

“Why do you misbehave? I’m so good to you.” Osamu rubs your reddened cheek with a smack. He runs a hand over your soft exposed cunt. “And you’re dripping.”

He smacks your cunt enough to make you cry out.

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much, Baby Girl. We’re just getting started.”

His fingers trace along your lips red from attention, shoving a finger into your sensitive hole earning a moan.

“Oh does my baby like this? Should I make her cum?” He’s taunting you, and you’re well aware.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh now you have manners!” His manic laugh echos throughout the room whilst he removes his finger, replacing your hole with the tight fleshy ring inches upward.

“No, Daddy, not there.” You beg looking back at him.

“And now you’re telling me what to do!” He smacks your already bruising ass, spitting on your hole. “I believe you don’t have a say In what I do. Especially when you’re misbehaving like a brat.”

He shoves his finger into your tight hole causing an outburst from your lips.

“Ow, fuck Daddy.”

“Yeah that tight hole needs to be punished!” He begins to pump into you, making you lose all your will.

Your knees weaken and you’re at a standstill without a thought of your own. This is what you wanted. You wanted all his attention. You wanted to be used by Osamu in unspeakable ways.

Your head falls to the bed as he pulls his finger out.

“Fuck! That tight little hole...” He moans reaching into a drawer. “Why so stiff, Doll Baby?” He smirks while his fingers grasp a metallic jewel, lubing it nicely and reaching down to generously coat your hole. “You see, I don’t think I want that filthy pussy of yours anymore. Who knows who’s been in there?”

Osamu inserts the thick plug into your ass, letting it slide in with a hiss from your lips. Sharp breaths circulate from your mouth and you try to adapt to the new found pressure.

“However that hole... that precious, tight asshole... that’s mine.” He flicks the plug making you jump with a yelp. “Shh shh shh, Baby. We’re just getting started.”

He unbuckles his belt, dress pants becoming loose as he pulls you to your feet.

“You know the rules.” He shoves you to the ground. Your wrists find each other and you offer them to Osamu. “Good girl.”

Taking the belt, he bounds your wrists together, having you kneel together for your submission.

“I’ll show mercy, only because I’m a nice Daddy.” He unzips his pants, dropping his cock onto your hands. “Although, it does seem like you need remission, considering you’ve gone stupid on me and forgot your manners.”

You take his cock in your mouth without your hands, allowing those lips of yours to meet him at the brim of his length. He watches you intensely whilst you keep his eye contact. Tongue circling his length, you listen to his voice thinking out loud.

“Or perhaps, I should get a new Baby.” He remains emotionless watching your eyes grow wide.

“Nnnnmh.” You disagree shaking your head. You take his cock whole, he hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh? Why not? You don’t appreciate me anymore. You bring another man into my bed.”

“Mmmmbegud.” Your muffled promises are hardly audible.

“Hmm? What’s that? You’ll have to speak up.”

As you pull off him to speak, he grips the back of your head shoving his cock deep hitting the back of your throat. His thick cock fills your mouth with his ease, you gagging on him enough to earn a smirk on his lips. “You sound better with my dick in your mouth.”

He pulls out and claps your face twice.

“What’d you say, Baby Girl?”

“I’ll be good, Daddy?”

“Yeah? Be good?”

“Mmhmm. I’ll behave.”

“Prove it. Turn around.”

You climb back on the bed, presenting yourself for him to pull your plug.

“Good girl.”

With your hesitation, he pulls the pink jewel from your stretched hole, replacing it with his cock.

His head much thicker than the plug, he stretches you into full submission.

“Fuck, Baby. That’s my fucking hole. You’re my fucking hole.” He lets out moans, allowing his cock to slide in and out of you still being stretched.

“Nngh .” You cry out from the overstimulation. “Daddy, you’re hurting me.”

“You hurt me, Baby Girl. How do you think that made me feel?” He smacks your ass, thrusting deeper inside your body. Your breath is caught in your throat feeling him take control of you. He pulls your hair forcing your body into an arch, watching him from behind.

Osamu bites his lower lip, thrusting faster to bottom himself into you.

“So full.” You cry as he pulls himself out. Your breath is instantly replenished as he caresses your cheek.

“Aww your hole is so stretched Baby Girl.” He spits in your asshole. “I don’t think anyone will want you now.” He returns his cock to you, bottoming quickly, forcing you off your fours and lying flat in the bed.

Osamu increases his speed pushing your shoulders into the mattress.

“I’m considering giving you another chance, Baby Girl.” He pants, his hand pushing your head down. “You seem to prove you can listen.” You feel his cock begin to twitch inside you. “How- however.” His hot seed begins to fill your hole, he collapsing on top of you, his lips close to yours. “If you ever pull shit like that again, I will leave your sorry ass on the side of the road, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now what do you say?” He kisses your lips pulling out of you.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” You gasp at the release of pressure.

“And?”

“Thank you for fucking my hole, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now stay here, I’ll be right back with a towel.” He kisses your forehead brushing the hair from your face while untying your hands.

He almost makes it to the door when he turns around.

“Hey.”

You turn your head to him and he leans against the door frame with a soft smile.

“I love you. You were perfect.”

[huenjin]

dripping.

pairing — lee minho x reader | devil!au

word count — 2.6k words

rating — 18+

genre — smut, includes jealous sex, semi public sex (in a gallery), manhandling, spit play, sir kink, breast play, possession kink, fingering, orgasm denial, blow job, deep throating, degradation, humiliation, spanking, marking.

note — happy lino day! i speed wrote this to post something for his birthday so it's heavily unedited. this is filthy af and i might, just might, make a part two of this to delve more into it, haha, because lmao, i love this so much.

It's a big red stroke over the area that should have been for the eyes.

You drop the paint brush with the ends of the bristles still coated in deep red paint. The white plastic sheets underneath your easel prevents the white floors of the room in the back of the art gallery you own from being stained. You look up at the man before you, your friend of all these years, Bang Christopher Chan, shirtless in all his glory as he poses for you. His hands are shoved into the jeans of his pockets, built abs that are clenched and shine under the spotlight and his sharp side profile in your clear vision, all for you to paint down on a white canvas.

"It just needs to dry up now," you smile at Chan and look at him as you lean to the side of your chair, your fingers gripping on the circular edge to keep your balance. "You did well!"

Chan relaxes and walks a few steps to the side to grab his black shirt, only to pull it over his built physique. You take the smaller brush and dip it in the water in the can by your side, lightly brushing it over the toned abs in the picture to highlight it. The model walks towards you, moving behind you and bends forward. He observes the picture. His hot breath fans over your skin and you can feel the goosebumps rise. Chan speaks into your ear, "Damn! I look hot."

A soft laughter leaves your lips and you turn to look at him. Bang Chan is way too close to you, enough for you to see the golden specks in his eyes.

"It better do. Those are a lot of hours gone into you flexing and me painting."

Chan straightens his spine and takes a step back. You place the brush on the projection on the easel and stand up, removing the apron off of you and placing it on the chair.

"Why do you not sell your paintings yet, Y/N?" Chan asks as you walk with him to the door. You shift your dress fabric slightly, a small smile to yourself and you look at him. He continues, frowning, "I mean, you put your whole soul into it."

His face appears into your head. Chiselled jaws, sharp eyes that are able to radiate sheer softness in moments, veiny hands that cup your face while he kisses you like he is going to take possession of what he owns. You respond finally, "You say I put my soul in it and maybe that's why I can't sell it. Because it's not mine. I can't sell something that is not mine, can I?"

Chan looks at you like you are of one screw short. He laughs nervously and pulls the glass door. You take hold of the handle from him, holding the door out for him. His right arm snakes around your shoulders and hugs you, his warm cologne hitting your nose as you let him hold you, to bid him farewell.

"See you later, crocodile."

"You too, dork."

You stand by the door, watching Chan walk away till you cannot see him anymore. You fondly stare in the distance and pull the door backwards to close it.

"Who would have thought the devil's girl is here flirting and drawing naked men?"

You hear the very familiar voice, cold enough to send a shiver down your spine. Your head quickly turns, back hitting the glass door as you look at the devil himself, clothed in a black shirt — of course, the devil wears Prada. Lee Minho grazes his thumb over the edge of the painted canvas before taking it up. You walk towards him, folding your arms over each other.

"Keep it back, Minho," you frown. You look up at the brooding man hovering over your height. His eyes narrow down at your figure and then stare at the picture. He laughs darkly again, "How dare you flirt with another man when you know you are clearly mine?"

He throws the canvas down and you huff in disbelief. The devil can truly act like a child at times and you swear to both the heavens and hell, that you will never get used to it. You bend down to pick it up but Minho clicks his tongue, almost as if he is sending you a warning — a final one because you already ticked him off seemingly with Bang Chan's presence.

"I wasn't flirting with him," you look away and Minho takes a step towards you, his fingers holding your jaw and pulling your face to look at him. He lifts it up slightly, locking his gaze with yours.

"Were you not now, my darling?"

You remember the abdominal muscles of Chan's — sculpted and formed that you sigh, and his broad shoulders, wide and strong. Everything, however, changes when Minho's eyes darken and your mind is filled with lust. Minho's other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You are pressed against him and you gasp. A lustful expression makes its way to your face and your thoughts are clouded with Minho now. Everything Minho. His arms, his hands, his eyes, his plump lips that edge closer to you.

His thumb digs into your cheeks and the other four fingers grip your face as he opens your mouth with pressure, tongue jutting out slightly. Minho sniggers, "You might as well be begging to get fucked right now." Your eyes glisten, thighs and core clenching. Minho spits into your mouth and you swallow immediately. He laughs. "Ah, you slutty whore."

Your hand brushes against his growing bulge, up and down gently and you beg as he grips your face tightly, "Do me, please, sir." Minho's hand leaves your face. His nose brushes against the skin by your neck as he breathes hot air against it and you feel a pool of wetness gather on to the already damp fabric of your underwear.

"What thoughts do you have of me generally, angel?" He presses a chaste kiss against your jugular. "Were you hoping for something like this to happen tonight?" His head drops in between your breast, teeth clasping onto the thin fabric and pulling it down, exposing your supple breasts to the devil. He buries his face in between them, sucking in sharply. One of his arms pulls you in impossibly close to him whole the other sharply moves under your dress, teases the wetness of the fabric before rubbing his fingers against them. You gasp, inhaling air sharply.

"S-sir," you stutter. You know for a fact that you would have collapsed had it not been for Minho's grip around you. "I didn't—"

Minho's fingers pull the underwear strap away from your flesh, wrapping around them and in a minute, he pulls them down furiously. Strings of your wetness connect your dripping core and the underwear that is pulled down and Minho is laughing. Loudly.

"What lies! You are dripping, angel." Smirking, he raises an eyebrow at you and taunts, "See, I was correct."

He runs his index finger along your slit teasingly. You buckle under the sensation, gripping on the collars of his expensive black shirt, knees slightly buckling. Minho mumbles, "So wet and all for me. This is all mine," and he prods the index and the middle finger into your core, slightly circling the edge before entering completely – knuckles deep – without any warning and you gasp, scream leaving your lips with words calling for mercy from the devil himself.

Minho thrusts his fingers, in and out, as he sucks on your breasts. His tongue laps around your flesh, areolar and then the nipple. He sucks on it, the sound resonating loudly in the gallery and you worry if the security guard would come in to check.

"Minho—"

Thud. You jerk, spine straightening up and pain seeping through every end of your nerves as Minho's palm hits against your pussy. Your eyes water and you pull Minho closer, your head dropping onto his shoulder. His fingers come in a harsh contact with your core once again and you let out a choked sob.

"It's sir to you, slut. It is sir to dirty whores like you, flirting with men when you clearly know who you belong to. You belong to the devil, angel."

He slaps your pussy once again, your spine straightening up and your head thrown back and he orders, "Who do you belong to, angel?"

"The devil's," you cry, a sole tear falling down your eye, staining his shirt. "I belong to you, sir. I belong to you."

"Good girl," and his fingers enter you once again. You moan out his name. The intrusion is sudden and you are overwhelmed. You gasp, the air raspy against your throat before falling. Your hand clutches his shirt tightly, pulling it a bit and you hear the slight ripping sound.

He presses his thumb on your clit, tapping it slowly, simultaneously and you think you are going delusional. Your mind is empty and the devil is contaminating you, slowly like black ink in water, ripples that soon spread around, ruining everything.

"Sir, oh my fucking heavens."

He sucks on your breasts, tongue lapping against your erect nipple. He lets go only to hover a little above and suck purple hickies all over, telling you, "Fuck, you are insane. Insane for this." His teeth graze against your nipple and you shudder in his hold. His fingers, three in already at your sopping wetness, thrusting in at an impeccable pace. "Look at this sex. Wet and dripping. What a mess you are making and look at this filthy hole, sucking my fingers in and devouring them. You really are a slut."

You cry out at the feeling of being overwhelmingly full, your head falling down and your teeth biting into Minho's shoulder. Your walls are stretching out and you catch him mumbling, "So fucking tight and all for me. Look at this slut being a needy girl for me."

He curls them up into you and your back arches slightly at the tingles. You feel Minho slipping his fingers easily into you and the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess. He rubs your walls, his attention also on your enlarged button and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately. He finds your spot easily and pushes at it constantly. You feel the knot building up and you are moaning, voice barely leaving your lips.

The devil is evil and that is what Lee Minho is.

He removes his fingers the minute he realises you will snap any minute. The emptiness you feel breaks your heart and makes you weak. Your voice, croaky and husky, barely lets out, "Why?" Tears fall down your face at the orgasm denial and your knees fail to keep you up as they hit the ground. Minho lets you fall down on your knees, your vision now his huge bulge.

"Sluts don't get it easy. Ever."

Minho unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, lowering the pants to his mid-thigh and he takes out his cock. His hot angry girth with heavily leaking precum is right in front of you. His fingers coated in your wetness enters his mouth and he wraps his tongue around it, loudly sucking. His eyes do not leave yours and you understand what he is asking you to do.

He expects the same. You open your mouth wide, tongue slightly stretched out like a girl thirsty and Minho shoves his cock into your mouth. You gag at the sudden entrance, arms lifting up automatically and hands wrapping around his length as you begin sucking on it.

Before you know it, his hand is flat against the back of your head, shoving your head forward. His big cock pushes past your buccal cavity, going deep down your throat and you gag against his length loudly. Minho moans before holding you there, your nose brushing his pubis and you are breathing through your nose, eyes watering.

There is nothing gentle in the devil's movements. He pulls himself back only to thrust his hip forward, cock going down your throat again. He abuses your mouth to his pleasure as he moves against you, procuring pleasure from you hollowing your mouth and your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, slightly wrapping around the length and teasing it now and then.

Your fingers try to move down without his notice. Your index finger finds your clit silently and you rub against it fast, trying to drive yourself to the orgasm you were just denied. With a blink of the eye, Minho pulls himself back, pushing you away from him and you whine. You are on your knees and you look up at Minho, arm stretching forward to grab his length, mumbling like a bitch in heat, "Want it, want it, want it."

He hums, gloating and pride washing his whole face, "What? You want more of it?" He slowly takes many steps backward before falling onto the stool before the easel. He spreads his legs, dick up and erect and he points at the ground before him. "Alright. Come here."

You are quickly on your four. Your right hand moves forward, followed by your right knee flat on the ground and then your left limbs. You crawl towards Minho, lips dark pink, swollen and open in desperation. You want to suck him off more, feel him down your throat, constriction your airways. You want to feel him so close. You want to taste him more.

You wrap your lips around his cock once you reach, pushing your hair away. Kissing the angry purplish red tip, you suck at the head. Minho throws his head back in ecstasy. You feel him twitching in your mouth, every single time you take him deep down your throat, gags hitting off the flesh and dying in your mouth. He pulls out barely before he is pushing back in, teeth gritted and eyes focused.

The sounds of your gagging bounces off the white walls of your bedroom, followed by the deep moans and sighs emitting out from Minho's lips as he fucks your mouth mercilessly. Each thrust of his hips causes the head of his cock to push past your airway, your throat constricting and eliciting a groan from him.

The flat of your hot tongue presses against his length. He finally lets you take control by a bare minimum. You lick his length, moving your head up and down as your wrists twist slightly, the right amount of pressure applied. Minho mumbles, "You finally decide to act like a good girl, didn't you, you slut? Did you think you might get rewarded then?" He holds a fist full of your hair and pulls you back to have you look him in the eye.

"You are mine," he emphasizes. His eyes darken and your heart beat races for the personification of evil. "Your soul, your body, your heart," he tightens his grip and your eyes widen, "They are all mine." He bends forward to kiss you, his tongue lapping against yours, taking in the salty taste of himself. He kisses you like he wants you to lose your sanity or bring him some.

And when he lets go, he holds his cock and he finds you salivating, eyes fixed on it, lips wide apart.

"Now, make the devil the happiest tonight."

[daisys-gard3n]

Okay please just think about this but dragon pillar men, I want to be destroyed by all four of them just taking turns mating with me

Now, before we get into the nitty-gritty: we need to assign what type of dragon each pillar man (and I think you'd like santana in there too) should be.

Wamuu: Wyvern (Because Wind), Esidisi: Traditional Western (FIre-breathing), Kars: Quetzalcoatl (Later ability of growing wings, regarded as a deity and Kars is the perfect lifeform, and the pillar men are regarded to be aztec), and Santana: Drake (Disadvantage of not having wings, but still powerful enough)

Dragons are one of the more larger monsters and proportions apply to this too, especially for Kars since he's part snake and has two dicks. They all have different personalities, but when that full moon hits they're all equally as unhinged. The first one to have their way with you first is most likely Esidisi. He doesn't care to take the sleeping medication before the full moon and want so to satisfy his needs - that's what you're for. Breaking down a door is simple for a dragon, now he could have you. You gotta deal with his hot body over yours as he fucks you into the mattress, his tail swinging or reaching around to make you choke on while you feel his cock dig into your guts. Esidisi's wings flap wildly the more he's getting close to cumming, letting out a small puff of fire as he cums inside (also is cum is strangely very hot too).

Kars heard all of the ruckus and slithered over to find that he was too late. He tsk at Esidisi's smug grin, but not before having the chance to pick you and prod both of his cocks at your hole already leaking with Esidisi's cum inside.

"If you're that willing to let Esidisi use you, might as well take this opportunity, yes? I'll make you forget about him in just a moment."

Kars is just as, maybe even more ruthless than Esidisi. He doesn't wait for you to adjust to the two slithering cocks inside, he goes ahead and starts slamming you down onto his waist with a sadistic grin. A tummy bulge very present on your body and those thin wriggling tips of Kars' cock pressing against your sweet spot. You'll be squirting all over him in minutes, which just causes him to be more ruthless because you dare dirty him like a filthy whore.

When Kars finally decides that he's finished, he'll pump you so full of cum, it immediately spills out because your poor hole can take two dragon cocks and all that cum at once. You're in Kars' arms as a twitching and whimpering mess as he sits you back down on the bed. It just so happens that Wamuu came into the room, scratches visible on his body after he had to lock Santana in a room before he went fully feral during the full moon. Esidisi motioned him over. "Wamuu! Why don't you have some fun with our toy here? Consider it a reward from us."

And you know Wamuu, he can't refuse his masters and the full moon just enabled his feral side to come out. He didn't mind one bit in his lust-driven craze as he bred you into the mattress, although most Wyverns mated in the sky but he settled with the bed since you didn't have wings. You just had to feel Wamuu's scaled winged arms flapping and grabbing onto your body, digging his claws into you as he let his hips do what's best: making you pretty much cum-drunk and babbling nonsense as you felt your poor hole being abused once more. Esidisi only teased you, finding it cute that you were nothing more than a fucked-out dumb baby.

When those three finally decide to call it quits and leave the room, you thought it was finally over and felt yourself drift off to sleep - until you heard something break down the hall and pounding steps. Before you knew it, you had a growling Santana climbing on top of you with a hot breath (almost to the point where it sparked a flame). He was yet to have his fill, the moon still up and fueling his feral craze. Normally, Santana was quiet and well-spoken, but this feral beast of a Drake that replaced him had no mercy and wasn't silent as he immediately shoved himself inside of you. You were glad you were already stretched to hell and back, but felt your eyes roll to the back of your head when you felt that Santana's cock was different: he had a barbed dick. The texture pushing and pulling out of you made you too sensitive, to the point where you felt yourself squirt on his red cock. The mixture of the other three dragons' cum spilling out alongside giving Santana the extra slip to continuously break your back until he was satisfied.

Long story short: you had to call in for the week.

[jostepherjoestar]

An Educational Favour: III

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Ghiaccio x reader x Risotto ;), interc0urse, v0yeurism?, degrading, female pejoratives, spanking, overstimulation, stuffed creampuff (if ya get what i mean)

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

PART III: ⛸Ghiaccio⛸

Soft light blue fabric bounced on your upper thighs as you sped to Ghiaccio’s room to meet up with Risotto and the blue curled grump. The cute ruffled trim tickling you every once in a while, the babydoll negligee making you feel like the cutest little cake topper. You had indulged an inkling that Ghiaccio would like cute and frilly things despite his usual nature. Curious to find out what today had in store as you entered your third guest’s dimly lit bedroom. The two men broke off their conversation to eye you from the very top of your head to the very tip of your toes. A bit taken aback by their staring you softly smiled while waving your fingers at them, starting to feel shy under their hungry gazes. The red frames resting on Ghiaccio’s nose were quite bad at hiding his cheeks that starting flushing in a similar colour. “Hey guys.” Nervously rubbing the ruffled fabric of the flouncy hem between your fingers, your soft voice snapping the two out of the strange spell you had seemed to put them under.

As far as you could tell the men appeared to appreciate today’s choice of lingerie, patting yourself on the back for the excellent choice. “We were just discussing things, come sit.” Risotto informed as you slid next to Ghiaccio on his bed who seemed to have grown anxious as his shoulders tightened and his jaw locked, a big gulp bobbing his Adam’s apple when you inched closer. Nodding to indicate you were listening, hoping that Ghiaccio would start. “Ghiaccio…?” Your capo inquired, giving his knee a quick tap to bring him back to reality. He had been staring in front of him, catatonic almost, while you’d both patiently awaited his plans. The nervous man besides you snapping his head to meet your eager one, taking in the way your compassionate smile tried to calm him down. The space between you seeming too suffocating for a moment, making him breathe out deeply. The gentle hand being placed on his shoulder almost melting right through him. “I’m fine.” The low growl swatted away your kind gesture. “What are we doing today, Ghiaccio?” You tried your best to remain patient with him, still curious to know what he’d like to indulge in.

Risotto didn’t let much slip about what Ghiaccio had revealed about his kinks or desires. He’d assured you it wasn’t too overwhelming to ease your mind that had conjured up the wildest suggestions. “First I need to know you won’t tell anyone what we’ll do today.” His tone had softened, a few drops of nervous sweat slowly drying up again as he recollected himself. Risotto moved back in his seat to offer the man space, the creaky woven chair noisily squeaking as he leaned back into the pastel coloured cushions, the sight of his darker and goth like aesthetic against the softer hues of Ghiaccio’s interior offering quite the comical contrast.

“I promise. You have my word, Ghiaccio.” Another sympathetic hand squeezing his thigh, offering a small smile, urging him to continue. You kindness moved away the heavy fog that clouded his anxious thoughts, choosing to indulge in your sweetness rather than swatting it away again. “Ok. Risotto told me you’re very comfortable with stuff already. A little too eager maybe…” he trailed off as you shot the dark eyed capo a frown, only making his dimple appear, enjoying teasing you. “Uh-huh, ok.” Turning your attention back to tonight's guest for his follow up. “Well I can get worked up during…you know-” he gestured vaguely, indicating he meant sex. It made you huff out a chuckle at his choice to not say it. His voice grew quieter as he continued. “I want to spank you… call you mean things. If that’s ok. And…” the hesitation so obvious but his tone so kind and demure for once. The idea of being spanked and called names already peaking your interests as you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. “And?” You urged him on. “Risotto can join as well… I mean I’ll do everything but he can hold onto you.” For a moment there it had almost felt like all your dreams came true, a rush of pure lustful energy coursing through you as you perked up, eagerly searching for your capo’s approval. “It’s fine by me.” At this point you were practically hopping up and down next to Ghiaccio who seemed to grow less nervous now, unclenching his jaw and placing his hand over the one you’d rested on his thigh, avoiding your delighted smile and excited noises as he stared off, rosy cheeks growing even darker.

He’d been slightly nervous about the whole ordeal, having heard little about the previous escapades from his teammates other than that you were ever so delicious. Having to be so vulnerable made him all the more anxious, wondering if you’d let him cuddle you afterwards, something he so desperately craved after the roughness. The idea of his capo there as well had brought him peace of mind, just like it did for you. The man always had a knack to offer his stern voice as a guiding beacon to settle Ghiaccio’s frustrations, grounding him back into clarity.

You couldn’t help but admire Ghiaccio as he removed his top, his muscled arms and broad shoulder being revealed to you for the first time. He’d asked you to keep your pretty outfit on and to only take off the matching panties, them quickly being placed on his desk. Risotto had taken a seat at the head of Ghiaccio’s bed, resting topless against the headboard, his torso never having looked more inviting as your hungry eyes traced his well defined abs. Those dark eyes trained on you, hazed over in desire and the idea of having you in his arms while you’re being pleasured. The thought alone making his growing bulge twitch. Ghiaccio had removed his trousers as well now, his silk blue boxers the only thing separating his hardness from the open air.

You gave him a few innocent blinks, awaiting the man to take action, his hunger was clear in his harsh glare that kept moving between your chest and eyes appreciatively. He grabbed onto your shoulders with a strong grip, swiftly placing you between him and Risotto. Those sturdy hands letting go and traveling up to clutch your face tightly as he met your lips with bruising strength. His hold was strong and full of need, his tongue racing to lap around yours as he breathed heavily. No choice but to meet his power, straddling onto his seated hips and letting your hands roam his back, toying with his curls as he nipped at your lips while coming up for air. “God you’re such a gorgeous slut. I want to fuck you into the mattress till you can’t even breathe anymore.” His nasty words tickling your neck as he worked his way down, lightly spanking one of your cheeks behind you with a velvety groan. The slight tap making your core clench around nothing, feeling his hardness grow underneath you. Seeing how the tap didn’t affect you just yet, he opted to provide another one, this time with thrice the power. “Fuck Ghiaccio!” You hissed while grinding your hips into his cock, breathing heavily down his neck. His ferocity was intoxicating, almost animalistic and drenched in longing.

As you clung to his hips he moved you in between your capo’s legs, almost too flustered by the icy haired one’s actions, making it slip your mind Risotto would also be a part of tonight’s activities. If only a little bit. His chest felt so nice against your back, his warmth radiating against you as he swung one arm around your waist, securing you in place. He hummed in appreciation as Ghiaccio fervently worked down your body, rolling a nipple through the thin light blue fabric and kneading and massaging your other breast. “I’m gonna make you come before spanking your ass raw while I pound into you. Such a good cock slut.” His growls only made your core ache in anticipation, thoroughly wet already and awaiting any attention. Letting out soft hisses whenever he pinched you too hard, the stings only preparing you for the spanking in mind.

The way Risotto breathed deeply and the feeling of his clothed hard cock grazing the small of your back, the way Ghiaccio was sliding down to move open your legs, made a loud needy moan escape your plump lips. Begging him to please you, tired of clenching around nothing. “Fill me Ghiaccio please!” You pleading so pathetic it only made the man move faster than he already was. The nerves from before having been completely replaced by carnal desire. “You’re such a needy whore, begging me to fuck you.” His growl grazing your folds as he got down between your legs. You felt the arm around your waist tighten and the hard cock behind you twitch as the wet sounds of Ghiaccio starting to lap at your pussy began. Another deep growl vibrating straight through you this time as he tasted your wetness. “You even taste sweet, like you were made to be used like this.” The brims of his glasses had started to fog as he got down again, suckling on your clit and moving his tongue in alternating motions, the sensation as good as you remembered. More mewls and desperate moans filled the air, another team member who clearly knew how to please you. Every lick and suck sending fiery jolts through your body, your hips bucking up to meet his hot mouth.

After a slight shift, Ghiaccio slid a thick digit inside of your wanton core, the squelching of your juices so lewd as he pressed deeper, grasping walls already moving against it. The welcome entry of another one filling you making your breath hitch, the fingers felt quite chilly inside you while you clenched around him with need. With a swift stroke he moved his wetted fingers out, up and inside your slacked mouth, making you taste your own sweet essence. “You even like the taste of your own pussy. Of course you do, such dirty bitch.” His fingers only slid deeper as you lapped at them, sucking off all you could, slightly choking as he reached your limit. Your spit now mixed on his digits as he slid them out, drool sloppily still connecting them to your lips, working them back between your wet folds. Returning to his previous position to suckle at your throbbing bud of nerves while working his fingers in and out with great power and tempo. Just like he’d warned you, he was getting worked up, cheeks red and forehead sweaty as he aimed to please.

His actions making you babble his name over and over intermingled with “oh fuck”’s, nails digging into Risotto’s arm around your waist. The fast movement of his fingers stimulated your senses as he worked your clit with his able mouth. “Come for me you nasty slut!” You had been close already but his awful words only drove you further, toppling over the edge and letting the waves of pleasure take you over while his movements didn’t even slow. He let you moan and writhe until his jaw hurt and his fingers cramped, the overstimulation burning but not before he coaxed another orgasm out of you. It came on amazingly fast and unexpected, it almost made you scream at how deep it hit you. Ghiaccio had stopped his mouth now, wiping your juices from his chin while panting. His fingers slowing down as the final clenches eased around them. Out of breath and thoroughly fucked out by his fingers you started to release your iron grip on Risotto’s arm, crescent moons denting his tender skin.

“Fuck Ghiaccio…” mind still recollecting itself after the double orgasm he just so kindly delivered. “Now it’s my turn.” Licking his lips while a lecherous smirk ate up your tired expression. A quick nod to his capo and the warmth of his grasp left you, another quick motion later and he’d pulled you back from Risotto before flipping you over. Face down into your capo’s hard cock, still constrained under his trousers. The man behind you dipping the mattress after slipping off his silken shorts, already having left a wet spot of leaking pre-come in them from all the excitement.

You felt him line up at your entrance, his spongy head teasing you as he firmly gripped the base. “You gonna take me like the slut you are?” His voice was never that displeasing to the ears when calm but his usual growls would be forever changed after tonight. No longer making you wish he calmed down, instead wishing they growled how much of a good slut you were. When you only replied with a hum, mind still recovering, he offered a loud smack to your asscheek that was so invitingly staring back at him, both waiting to get painted red by his taps.

“Answer me!” Another harsh slap, this time on the other, the stinging mixing with the lingering pleasure of your orgasms making it hard to mutter anything as your legs trembled. “Yes Ghiaccio! Please…” Unashamed you felt yourself drooling over Risotto’s cock as he held your head gently. His thumb ever so lightly caressing your cheek, finally letting himself touch you after much hesitation. He couldn’t deny it, seeing you like this, barely able to speak from pleasure made him throb. You were doing so good, it only made him want to ravage you more.

Pleased with your answer he slid inside your waiting hole, so incredibly wet that there was no set back as Ghiaccio slid inside. You fit so nicely around him, his length felt less girthy than the others but enough length to reach all the way to the most pleasurable spots inside you. With every slam into you he reached so deep, heavy balls smacking against you with every move. Small moans coming from your cute little mouth as you tiredly basked in satisfaction, your walls clenching around him every so often making him twitch and hiss, followed up by another hard spank on your ass. It had grown so beautifully red as Ghiaccio admired his work while continuing his thrusts.

Risotto’s soft ministrations on your neck and cheek bringing you comfort while ferociously getting slammed into, every move rubbing you further into his groin. A curious hand coming to slide over his clothed cock. In your hazy state you still wished to please your capo, this had been the closest you’ve ever been to him. It felt like a gift to have him under you, so hard and excited. Part of your initial request to have him educate you on the world of desire coming to fruition. With every harsh thrust, you moved over his cock, grabbing onto it through his clothes. An almost unintelligible hiss coming from his softly parted lips, they looked so inviting.

Ghiaccio’s grunting behind you got louder and louder, his thrusts were starting to falter into helpless shakes. The way you clenched around him after hitting deep inside you making him moan. The sound so sweet and needy as you gripped your capo tighter and worked faster, the man behind you was getting awfully close and you still had a job to do. Offering wet sloppy kisses to Risotto’s clothed cock every few strokes to get him closer, his pets on your cheek still continuing as his grip and your head tightened. He was close as well. “I’m gonna come inside your wrecked pussy!” The harshest slaps you’ve received all night being planted on your cheeks as his sloppy speed quickened. His movements had made a deeper wave of pleasure build up in your core, ready to spill over just as he was.

Loud groans filled the air as hot ropes of come filled you up, the feeling of the warm drips making you help fill the room with the most lewd sounds. But your cup was so close to overflowing, still needy for another orgasm and that of your capo. “Keep going Ghiaccio… f-fuck.” You muttered, a wet puddle of drool staining your capo’s pants as you fervently worked his shaft. “You’re such a fucking slut.” The man behind you growled as he kept working in and out of you, his come coating you so nicely as his cock slid easily with his movements. If only you could so how blazed red his face was, trying his best to keep going as the overstimulation made him hold his breath. Finally you felt the rush of heat move over you, legs trembling as you gripped Risotto’s cock, urging him to come for you during your own loud moans. Ghiaccio’s pace faltered completely, the way you squeezed around him pulling the sweetest mewls from him. “Sh-i-it.” His breath hitched as he felt a final rush of pleasure careen through him.

Finally you felt your capo twitch under your hand, working him through his orgasm as you hazily recovered from yours. That deep sigh of relief letting you know he was satisfied, his large finger’s movement had slowed down considerably until they stopped, resting on your flushed face.

Ghiaccio pulled out, too exhausted to even admire the way his come was leaking out of you. Your tired knees sliding down onto the mattress as you regained your breath. Risotto moved you over next to him, Ghiaccio sliding against the far right side of his bed to lay next to you. The bed was tight for three people so you took Ghiaccio into your arms, letting him rest his head into the crook of your neck as you cradled him. The grump too tired to protest and if he’s being honest with himself, it was just what he needed and hoped for. To rest in gentle arms after a job well done. Risotto’s large figure spooning you from the other side while gently caressing your arm as his chin rested on top of your head.

All worked out and sleepy, the three of you lay there, no shame or embarrassment. Blissfully indulging in each other’s intimacy. A lazy hand from your blue haired teammate came over to lightly pet your outer thigh. “Do you want me to ice that?” Remembering how red he’d slapped your behind, hoping he hadn’t been too harsh. “Mhh… later. Let’s rest first.” You yawned, not even bothered by the mess seeping out of you. Too worked out to worry about it now.

As you recollected your thoughts, that goofy worn out smile resting on your lips, you made sure to encapsulate what you’d learned today. Everything about the combo of being degraded, used and spanked turned you on. The contrast of the loving holds on each other offering a comforting conclusion. Feeling a smug satisfaction over having been able to work your capo twirling around your mind as you gently played with the blue curls resting in your neck. “That was fun.” You whispered, hoping your companions were still lucid to hear it.