#you have little miss god's own fucktoy

[july-19th-club]

like yes phedre does behave super stupidly in the chapters leading up to melisande's betrayal but in her defense all of my rigorous espionage training would also go out the window if that woman put a leash on me and covered me in diamond silk just so she could take me home later and carve it off of me with a very very very sharp knife

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY THREE

Steve Harrington + corruption kink

[warnings - dom!priest!steve, innocent!fem!reader, kinda dumbification, oral (m receiving), blasphemy, sex in a church]

[word count - 1147]

[kinktober list]

“How long has it been since your last confession?” He closed his hand, squeezed your fingers.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” He closed his hand, squeezed your fingers.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” He closed his hand, squeezed your fingers.

“It has been six days since my last confession, father,” you were referencing your admission over missing your nightly prayers, a sin he’d forgiven you for so long as you promised to pray twice a day for three days. You leaned your cheek onto his knee, absorbing his warmth with a contented smile, “my sin is- my- my sin is,”

“Go on, angel. God doesn’t judge you,” he slipped his other hand down, round to the back of your neck and allowed his thumb to caress the skin just below your hairline.

“I have been having unclean thoughts,” you admitted, closing your eyes to fend off the embarrassment rising in your body. Steve chuckled, loud and airy and it echoed throughout the empty church, provoking even more humiliation to bubble in your belly. You swallowed your pride and admitted, “my dreams have been plagued by inappropriate images,

“Tell me about your dreams,” he bounced his knee, soothing against your frayed nerves.

“And God really won’t judge me?” You bit your lip, pulling away from his leg and looking up at him with pleading eyes. He shook his head, smiling affectionately at your innocent expression, “I- I’ve been thinking about you,”

“Been thinkin’ bout me, angel?” He grinned, wide and wolfish. His hand trailed down your neck, down, down, down until the tips of his calloused finger rested at the curve of your heaving breasts. The touch set your skin on fire, sending white hot shivers over straight down to your increasingly aching core. He tapped your sternum. Once, twice, three times, shooting shockwaves ricochetting throughout your body, “why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Well, when I dream, I think about your- your- in my mouth, and- and I could taste it,” you whimpered out, pressing into his lightning touch. You couldn’t bear to look at him, eyes glued to the cold, dusty cobbles to avoid his burning stare.

“Hmm, I think I know of something that may help, angel,” one hand, regrettably, left the fleshy muscle of your tit, dragging a single knuckle up the column of throat and tipping your chin up so your eyes could meet his, “you need to try it, honey,”

“But- but God says-” you argue, cut off by a thumb stroking over your bottom lip, pulling it down and huffing out a short chuckle when he allowed it to snap back into place.

“God allows his disciples to teach their… devoted parishioners anything they wish to know, even something embarrassing like that. There’s no need for you to be so flustered,”

He bent down, chest almost touching his knees, breath now ghosting over your trembling lips. His eyes bore into your own, lips brushing your own as he spoke, “when I get my cock in that pretty mouth, you won’t have enough brain cells to be shy,”

Mind blank, you could do nothing but bob your head in response. Steve pulled away, sitting upright in the pew and hooking his thumbs around the button to his perfectly ironed slacks. Once the button popped open and the zip successfully pulled down, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, nudging your head forward until your nose was pressed against his newly exposed boxers. He didn’t smell bad, like you expected a boys crotch to smell of; not that you could focus on his scent much considering the hardness you felt through the cotton of his underwear.

“You know what I’m gonna do with you?” You shook your head, simpering as you felt the bulge twitch at the movement. He takes your hand, leads it up his thigh until it’s resting on his waistband, “I’m gonna wreck you, make you my brainless little fucktoy. Fill your mind with all the dirty things you can’t tell your mommy or daddy, and I’m gonna keep you all for myself,”

You couldn’t open your mouth, shocked by his vulgar language. He bit his lip, holding back another groan at your innocence before pulling the waistband of his boxers down, letting his heavy cock slap against his black button down. All you could do was stare blankly up at him, waiting for him to give you any further instructions.

“What you’re gonna do, princess, is you’re gonna suck on my cock like it’s one of your lollipops, okay?” He readjusted you, pulling you back by the collar of your shirt and tugging on his cock with his spare hand. The tip nudges your bottom lip, smearing it with a thick glob of precum and you dart your tongue out to taste it, humming delightedly when the taste spread over your mouth, “good girl, remember to keep your teeth tucked away. Don’t wanna hurt me, d’you?”

“Nuh uh!” You agreed, taking his guidance to slip his head into your salivating mouth. His girth stretched your lips with only his tip and he tipped his head back to rest on the backboard of the pew. He supported his shaft with one hand, pushing you down gradually until half his cock was stuffed into your mouth.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl! God, you’re just going fucking brainless for me. Just for me, huh? My good girl, gone bad, huh?” He groaned, sucking his bottom into his mouth at the sensation of your spit dribbling down onto his balls. When he fucked up into your mouth and choked you with his cockhead kissing the back of your throat, he just couldn’t help the strangled grunt escaping his full lips, “fucking look a’you, angel. Got you turned into a little whore for me,”

Your mouth was so full it was nearly impossible for sounds to escape, just obscene gags every time he jabbed your gag reflex. Precum dripped down the back of your throat, coating it like lube so he could slide better against your tongue.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot. Bet you’re getting so wet f’me down there, aren’t you? Probably dripping all over my floor, ruining those pretty white panties all cos of me,” he grinned, taking your hand and helped you wrap it around the section of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth, slipping your palm up and down his impressive girth with ease, “I’m gonna ruin you,”

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[valwentinefics]

Okay I'm a sucker for Zemo, and I keep refreshing Tumblr for new stories. Thank you for writing about him!

Could you do one with enemies to lovers, where both Zemo and the f reader won't admit anything to themselves? However when they go undercover in the club, to keep the disguise they have to dance together. At first Zemo does his dance, but the reader takes the reins and teaches him how to blend in better. Steamy time ensues after that, possibly ending with smut/slight breeding kink? Or just possesive smut 😅😂.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request I loved writing it! There really needs to be more Zemo fics, hopefully the next episodes don’t ruin him! This is also like my second time writing smut so i’m sorry if it’s not the best!

The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest - Helmut Zemo x Reader 18+

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, tiny bit of choking, alcohol consumption, possessive behavior, dom! Zemo, sub! reader, light degradation, biting

Translations: Hase (Bunny/Hare), Mein schatz (my sweetheart), Liebling (darling)

Word count: 1848

REQUESTS OPEN

Y/n didn’t like Zemo. Y/n abhorred Zemo and everything he did. She hated his smug face, his head tilt, his stupid jacket that only had fur around the collar. Y/n despised Zemo, yet she couldn’t help the thoughts that creeped into her mind at night of his warm gloved hands roaming her body and his accented voice whispering what he would do to her in her ear. Those thoughts made her find Zemo even more insufferable than she already had.

Y/n could feel the bass throughout her body as she stood at the edge of the club, nursing a drink while she swayed softly to the beat. Stuff like this wasn’t her scene, she preferred the quiet warmth of curling up by a fireplace with a cup of tea, no sound but her own thoughts. Here, everything was practically screaming at her, it was almost overstimulating, but she stayed, not wanting to miss anything that could go down.

She almost decided to change her mind and abandon the godforsaken mission  when Zemo appeared at her side, doing an awkward little dance. Y/n watched him incredulously for a few moments, taking a sip of her overly sweet drink as she pictured all the ways she could punch him so he would stop dancing like that.

“Y/n could you not look at me with such hatred for one night?” Asked Zemo, his accented voice only just rising above the music. 

“That’s a lot to ask of a girl Zemo.” Y/n replied with disinterest, wanting this conversation to be over so she could go back to standing silently alone.

“Our disguise depends on us being friendly, well, friendly is too weak of a word. Will you cooperate or would you like to blow this whole operation?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he bore into Y/n’s eyes.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, or maybe he was playing mind tricks, but as Y/n looked back into his eyes she could feel a warm feeling in her chest. Y/n held his gaze for a few moments before relenting, reluctantly realizing he had a point. With a sigh she held out her hand to the man. 

“I’m not a good actress Zemo, you better sweep me off my feet,” Y/n huffed, downing the rest of her drink and placing it on the table nearby. Zemo gave her a mischievous smile before pulling her into the crowd of people.

“Call me Helmut, it’s more natural.” He told her, his gloved hand resting on her waist and holding her close as he began to move his body to the upbeat music. Y/n followed his lead, her mind racing as she couldn’t remove her thoughts from the close proximity of them. She could feel the heat radiating off of him as her chest was shoved into his as someone pushed past her. If their closeness affected Zemo he didn’t show it as he continued to dance, moving his arm in a weird way.

“Ze- Helmut stop that, god you’re horrible at this. Your bad dancing is just going to bring more attention to us.” Y/n groaned, grabbing his arm and holding it still.

Zemo looked at her with a scoff. “You don’t seem like much of a dancer liebling, how do you suppose I should dance?”

Y/n knew her options were limited, and she cursed herself for speaking out on Zemo’s dancing. She had backed herself into the corner, and there was only one way out. Y/n spun around, her back flush against Zemo’s chest as she began to sway her hips to the beat. A groan sounded from behind her, so quiet Y/n wouldn’t have thought it to be real if not for the hot breath on her neck that came with it. 

She ignored the blush of her cheeks and the wetness she felt pooling between her thighs as Zemo managed to pull her even closer, his hips rubbing against her backside with controlled smooth movements. Y/n tried to tell herself she was getting no pleasure from this, but as she felt his bulge harden against her, it was hard to ignore the desire she felt for the Sokovian man.

She spun around to face him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, feeling too ashamed to have her face revealed to the world while she desired to be fucked thoroughly by the man who had destroyed the Avengers. In a way that turned her on even more, the sheer power the man possessed. She let out a small mewl into his neck as that thought, trying to focus on dancing instead of her desire and Zemo’s hand tortuously creeping to her ass.

“You feel it too, Y/n. The desire.” The Baron mumbled to the girl who tucked herself into his chest. 

“I can’t- I hate you…” Y/n replied, more trying to convince herself of it than him as she pulled away.

“Mein schatz, it’s the forbidden fruit that always tastes the sweetest.” Zemo whispered into her ear, pressing a small kiss right below her earlobe.

Y/n couldn’t handle it, she was soaked and desperate for his touch. Y/n grabbed at the fabric of his sweater, pulling herself into him. “Fuck me then, Helmut.” She muttered, looking up at him. Y/n hadn’t seen Zemo move so fast, his hand resting on her lower back as he quickly ushered her to a spare room and swiftly locked the door behind them. 

“Hase, you can back out of this any time, although I’ll be sad to see you leave. Oh God how I’ve wanted you on my cock since I first saw you.” Zemo spoke as he pinned Y/n to the wall, his thigh positioned between her legs, Y/n began to desperately grind against it. His accent came out more as he grew more aroused.

“Shut up Zemo, you running your mouth will ruin this.” Y/n tried to be intimidating, but as she pathetically grinded on his thigh she didn’t do a good job of it.

Zemo let out a chuckle, his hand gently yet sternly holding Y/n’s throat “Learn your place hase, and this will go well for the both of us.”

Y/n looked at his arm and back to his eyes, biting her lip. The lightheaded feeling she felt from being choked seemed to amplify her other senses, especially her need for him. With a small nod she agreed to stay in line.

The Baron smiled, letting go of her throat and shoving her to the bed, crawling on top of her, his gloved hand trailing painstakingly slow up her thigh, hooking a finger around the waistband of her panties and pulling them off. Y/n began to undress him as well, the two stripping each other of their clothes until they were both naked. Y/n pumped his thick cock with one hand, staring up at him with eyes full of desire. For now she had shoved her inhibitions to the back of her mind, not wanting to acknowledge them. Right now all that mattered was Zemo and the pleasure he could bring her. 

“Helmut, Baron, please I need you in me.” Y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes, the arousal she felt almost too much to bear. Zemo looked down at her with a small grin, positioning himself over her. She was caged in by his arms, his cock slightly pushing at her entrance. 

“Do you want me to fill you? Do you want your baron’s cum to fill up your needy little cunt? Dirty girl.” He chuckled as she squirmed at his words, her cheeks flushing with the embarrassment of what she wanted being so obvious he had said it out loud.

Y/n nodded below him, biting down on her lip as Zemo shoved himself into her with one quick thrust. She gripped at the sheets below her as he filled her, a long moan slipping its way past her lips. When Zemo had begun to pull out she let out a little whine, only to soon let out a yelp as he harshly shoved himself in. He continued his deep rough thrusts at a fast pace making Y/n unable to form any thoughts, only a string of moans escaping her.

“Baron, god, fuck, you fill me up so well.” she struggled to get the words out through her moans. Zemo seemed to like her inability to speak well, his cocky grin never leaving his face as he pounded into her, his grunts like music to Y/n’s ears. It was then she realized she was under Zemo’s thumb, she would do anything to experience this moment again and again, but oddly enough there was nowhere else she would rather be.

“You’re so insufferable, but right now, like this, you’re nothing but mein little hase. My little fucktoy, all mine.” Baron groaned out, leaning down from his position above her to bite her neck. Y/n knew it would leave a mark, she could feel a trickle of blood roll down to her collarbone, but she didn’t have the ability to care about anything but Zemo. “Tell me you’re mine, Hase. Who do you belong to? Who owns you, liebling?”

“You do Baron, I belong to you, you own me!” Y/n squealed out as she felt a tightening in her stomach, knowing her orgasm was close. Zemo seemed to know too as he reached down a hand and began to rub her clit just roughly enough as he pounded into her harder, causing her to drool a little from the pleasure she was receiving,

“Cum for me little hase, cum for me and I’ll fill you up with my cum. I’ll breed you like the little whore you are” He commanded with a growl. Y/n arched her back as she let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasurable release of her orgasm. She was panting as Zemo gripped her hips roughly and held her still as he spilled his warm cum into her. Y/n could feel the white liquid spill out of her once he pulled out. She didn’t care about how much of a mess she was, her brain was still fuzzy from her orgasm and the wild pleasure she had received from Zemo. 

Zemo had gotten mostly dressed, putting on his shirt as he admired his handiwork, seemingly unable to remove his eyes from the sight Y/n on the bed, his mark on her neck, his fingers bruised into her hips, and his cum trickling out of her. He pulled his jacket off his shoulders and laid it on Y/n’s pliant body, allowing her to rest.

“You’re mine hase.” Zemo stood in the doorway of the room, Y/n too fucked out to fully understand what he was saying “And I don’t like to give up what’s mine.” He closed the door gently behind him as he went back to the party.

[cinnamonest]

Daily Life - Yandere Childe, Zhongli, Xiao

A continuation of the earlier post about Kaeya and Diluc

Content Warnings: n/s/f//w mentions/themes/stuff (but not like, explicit detail), fem reader, normal yandere stuff

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Childe's a busy guy. He wakes you up every morning, usually pretty sweetly. He'll nuzzle up against your face, mumbling a "good morning" into your ear. He's sweet, but, you gotta get up when he tells you to. And you have to be the one to make food, he likes watching you walk around.

If he's gone, he is again one to give darling a surprising amount of freedom. He has the highest quality of security available and all, so he allows some roaming. That and, in a sorta terrifying thought, he's one hundred percent confident that even if you got away, he could find you, so he's not even too worried about escaping. He's so confident that you'll never truly escape him, which frankly is pretty intimidating for darling to realize. He'll get you things you like and stuff to do, stimulate your mind and all that, probably as time goes on will leave you chore lists and things you're required to do for him or else.

When he gets back, he's very tired usually, will expect you to make him food and be sweet and greet him at the door when he comes back, preferably on your knees. If you're not, he'll get irritated, especially if you're trying to hide. If you're just asleep or something, he might excuse it and find it cute. But he does a lot for you, you know, the least you can do is this one little thing. If he's had a particularly bad day, he'll be extra irritated, so it's wise to follow this command, and be ready to have all of his irritation taken out on you the moment he gets back. You're his favorite little stress ball to stuff and squeeze.

For days off, as I've said before he's one of the few that will willingly take you outside, and unlike Kaeya from the last routine post he's not in a bad mood about it either. He likes to show you off, likes walking in public holding hands or with his arm around you so that people can see, it gives him a sort of pride, and honestly he likes mimicking a "normal" relationship. But just know you're on a tight leash. Not literally of course... yet. He lays it out very clearly exactly how you are to behave when going outside, not speaking to others and not going out of his sight. Any attempts to make a scene, try to get a stranger to help etc will be dealt with fairly harshly. And don't think about pulling some covert, sneaky shit like trying to look at a stranger with the "help me" facial expression or trying to silently mouth something, slip a written message to a waitress etc -- he'll be watching you closely enough to pick up on any of that, and honestly that will set him off more than blatantly trying to make a scene. You will be immediately headed home to get an attitude adjustment since you can't behave.

Later on, he'll want you to accompany him to his work sometimes, on those days that whatever he has to do involved more sitting down than fighting - paperwork, important meetings, etc. He likes your presence, of course, you make the time pass more quickly. But really this is, more than anything, because he's an arrogant show-off. He'll give you something to fiddle with but will just sit you on his lap throughout the whole time, gently stroking your thigh or resting his head on your shoulder, making you wear embarrassingly revealing things and making sure everyone sees, be it the entire group in a wide meeting hall or some subordinate come to have a one-on-one talk, or even his superiors, thanking them for them letting him bring his pet to work. It even allows him to get in some good de-stressing during the middle of the day when no one else is around. Expect lots of bring-your-fucktoy-to-work days like that.

Of course, not every day is spent out, though. He also has days he'd rather just stay at home. These days are usually after a long period of difficult work and late nights, so he's exhausted. Expect lots of naps, just cuddles and an arm wrapped around your waist (with a solid iron grip, of course). May or may not progress to slow cuddlefucking, who knows (yes it always does). He gets all whiny and demanding because he's soooo tired, so he'll make you get on top after a few rounds.

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Honestly we all envy my Zhongli's darling already, but God he's the best to wake up to. He just softly kisses the side of your face, running his hands down your sides. He can't let you sleep in too much, it's bad for your health! You can probably beg for a few minutes extra. And God, is it the best to wake up to. He's already got someone (probably one of the other adepti, a person, who knows) to make you food, and it's never skimping out either, it's always tons of food and your favorite things, too. Within limits, of course, can't have you eating nothing but things that are bad for you. He's also one that will get you tons of things to do throughout the day, virtually anything you ask for, he'll pay for (well... someone will, but you'll think he did, at least). He actually might also give you a list of very simple tasks to do, just to give you some motivation, since even if you have a lot to do, having no tasks and only play can get depressing without the sense of accomplishment. But he's much more lenient on your completion of all of them.

He's always reluctant to leave and gives you a lot of headpats and kisses before finally heading out for  the day, always taking time to contemplate whether or not he can just take the day off. During the day you'll stay in the confinements of your cage, be that an abode or a building somewhere, making sure you stand zero chance of ever getting out. If you force his hand (read: multiple escape attempts), he'll reluctantly have to limit your roaming abilities, but once you're confined to a smaller cage and have some privileges taken away, he's certain you'll be on your best behavior to get out again, and maybe be a little more grateful and understanding in the future. Once he gets back, it's generally a very nice time, he likes to lead a quiet life and will want to hear all about your day, what you did, see the progress on all those little projects you've been working on for art or music or whatever hobby you've taken up to pass the time. If he's had a bad day, he'll probably tell you about it, but you know, put it in terms simple enough for you to understand, since you wouldn't normally get such complicated matters.

On very very rare occasions, not nearly as often as Childe, he might take you to on his day with him, probably not during normal workdays, but for some kind of special day -- a large meeting, or the opposite, a day where he has nothing to do but slow paperwork alone in an office. The sunlight is good for you, and he'll bring stuff for you to do too. To be honest, it's not as obvious nor as obnoxiously vocal about it as Childe, but he also does enjoy having your presence in front of others, letting them see you. The things you'll have to wear aren't nearly as obscenely lewd as Childe's either, but they're not entirely wholesome either.

He really likes having off days. On those days, he'll probably want to take you somewhere, generally will do whatever you want to do. He's incredibly knowledgeable on everything in the area, and would probably also really like going out somewhere secluded in nature, rather than in the city, like a nice view from the nearby mountains or the like, and just spend a day there. It's nice, and far away from prying eyes that can't recognize your face off the missing person posters or witness the obscene things that may or may not take place up there.

 Spending time home is always nice too, though, just quietly going about the day and doing whatever you want, although inevitably taking breaks for much-needed... displays of physical affection. And he tries so hard to be gentle, but he also has a lot of stress pent up that may just come out and result in being a bit rougher than usual, but he's always apologetic afterward, making sure you're alright. He's also pretty strict about the time you go to bed. Making sure you get enough sleep and all that.

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Xiao's poor, poor darling. You always wake up to him shaking you awake. He's impatient. Once he feels you've had enough sleep, he'll get you up like that. Don't try to get more sleep-in time, he's not very gracious on that, will simply huff and yank you up. Otherwise, the mornings can be... Sweet. It's not like he's trying to be so cold all the time; if you're well behaved he can be pretty loving, even if he doesn't quite know how to be gentle. He just has... Low tolerance.

Xiao is very quiet for the most part, and the mornings have a sort of silent peacefulness provided it's one of your days that you don't choose to be difficult. He likes to watch you go about the morning. It's a little creepy to be honest? He just sits there nearby and watches you move around, make food, brush your hair or teeth or whatever. He'll eat whatever you make him, even if it's not one of his extremely limited liked items. He might complain, though.

During the times he IS gone, well, it's extremely boring for poor darling. Early on, or if you've done something to warrant it (read: literally the slightest word of disagreement, a tone of voice he doesn't like, even a facial expression he deems defiant) you'll be bound to the bed, hand and foot. Nothing to do whatsoever but stare at the ceiling. It's your own fault, if you were good maybe it wouldn't be like this, he says. When you are good, and have a nice long-time record of being extremely pleasant and sweet to him - and I mean a LONG time - he might - might - finally let you be unbound aside from a long anklet chain connecting you to the bed. Not like you have much else to do, though. Maybe he'll get you books if you ask nicely and grovel at his feet. But that's it. He doesn't like the thought of giving you too much entertainment. If being alone is mind-numbingly boring, well, you'll enjoy time with him that much more. Eventually you'll reach a point where you're begging him not to leave, he hopes, even if he would never admit to that. So what he'll do is balance it, give you just enough to keep your whining down, but keep making sure you're miserable when alone. He only allows you "activities" (read: a book) on certain days of the week, or every other day, every third day, something like that. And you can only get a new book once a month or so. And it's whatever he finds, not just what you want, so he'll start dropping you with encyclopedias and textbooks and other dull things. You can't complain, after all he IS giving you something to do. If you're gonna complain, well, how would you like to have the reading privilege revoked entirely? And that shuts you up. So, really, poor darling's days are very very bleak, dull, and empty, when alone.

He doesn't really have a "end of the day." His "job" is more or less a 24/7 thing, he goes when he's needed and when he's not needed he'll be with you. Usually it's a semi normal schedule but it can lead to odd intervals - you may have times he's gone for a full day or so, and then times where he's there for a whole day, etc. Spending time together is quiet, but he's surprisingly fond of physical affection. He spends a lot of time just... alone with his thoughts. Spacing out and thinking, looking up at the sky, except, well, now it's him, his thoughts, and you. You'll spend it with him too, iron grip locked around your waist so you can't pull away from his lap. He's also one to need to get out the... frustrations of life through physical activity at night.

Days he's there, again, it's pretty quiet, he's not much one for extensive conversation, of course. If you talk, he'll listen, but don't expect him to say much back. He likes the sound of your voice, one of the only people he doesn't prefer silence to, so long as you're not whining about wanting to leave. He doesn't really have a lot of sitting-down type of work to do, so if he's spending a whole day time with you, it means he's specifically worked it out so that he's able to do so for that purpose. He'll probably prompt you to speak, it's super awkward really. An awkward comment about this or that that he clearly wants you to start talking about, and he'll talk back just a little bit, with his own brand of harsh pessimism -- but that's just the only way he really knows how to communicate, he's not actually trying to shut you down when he responds to everything negatively. It's the most bizarre bonding time, but bonding nonetheless. He also likes to watch you do tasks -- to make food, even if it's just for yourself, to clean and walk around doing your little tasks. He may or may not eventually discover a fondness for forcing you to walk around naked, poor darling.

I've mentioned before that his drive is reactive - it gets heavier when he's with you. So really, your day will be filled with little fun intervals of very spontaneous fucking. Like, he has no sense of mood or timing. It's completely random, very forceful, will just loop his hands under your arms and scoop you up and carry you over to bed at any random moment, interrupting your speech even. Or, sometimes the bed is too far, and just bending you over is easier. And then, he'll just carry on like nothing happened.

He's not one to rant and rave about his day by default, and especially not early on. In the later stages, though, once he's comfortable with you, you might find him slipping out a frustration here or there, a passing comment about something upsetting that happened, and if you pry at it, he'll end up talking, much more than usual. He kind of doesn't even realize he's starting to ramble a bit, and if he catches himself he'll stop and mutter something about it being unimportant anyway.

Bonus little hc: He asks you how your day was. Every day that he's not with you. It's a routine - he started doing it because from his limited knowledge of human relationships, it's the "normal," so he tries to emulate what he feels like is normal in a relationship. It's kind of funny, well, not for poor darling, it feels mocking. Like, how do you think my day was, Xiao? All tied up and left only to stare at the ceiling? If you get all sarcastic with him like that, though, he might see it as grounds for punishment, so, be snarky at your own risk.

[missallsundaes]

May I have a notsafeforwork Buggy x nb reader where he's in a FOUL mood and everyone's like pssst take one for the team and cheer the bastard up since its obvious to everyone but Buggy and reader their into one another anyway. Thanks x

oooh fun fun prompt.. I love Buggy… probably too much. BUT that means that yeah you can absolutely have nsfw Buggy.

CW: face fucking, devil fruit nonsense, doggy style.

The clown had definitely been taking his anger out on the Big Top, you could nearly retrace his steps through the destruction in the hallways. You definitely wished that today wasn’t the day you were looking for him, especially to deliver some bad news delivered via DenDen Moshi. You found Cabaji and Alvida before you found the Captain. They were deep in talk on the deck of the ship, and as soon as they say you, Alvida’s eyes lit up, plan already hatched in her mind.

“Just the errand keeper I needed,” She said, waving you over. “Buggy is in just a terrible mood today isn’t he, Cabaji?”

He nodded, “I don’t know what’s wrong with the Captain but he’s mad at just about everything.”

“So I was thinking,” Alvida continued, barely giving Cabaji time to finish confirming her previous sentence, “You know how the Captain has a shine for you?”

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, “Does he?” You weren’t quite playing dumb, you just really hadn’t noticed any favourable conditions he had given you, though you admitted you had seen him more than once in different states of undress that made your mind wander.

Cabaji nodded as Alvida continued, “Yeah, definitely, have you never noticed the way he watches you?” She laughed. “Anyway so we were thinking, what’s the best stress relief? Sex. Right. Sex. So what you’re gonna—“

Your face flushed red, “You want me to fuck the Captain?”

“Well there’s not.. anyone better suited for it,” Alvida said, and Cabaji nodded again. She opened the door near where you were standing. “He’s in the Captain’s Office, I believe” The shouting and smashing from down the hallway would make you believe that was definitely the case. She gave you a little push down the hallway, giving you a smile and a thumbs up before shutting the door behind you.

You were suddenly much more nervous to find your captain than you were a minute ago, especially because you weren’t sure if he had talked to Alvida before you had. You knocked on the door to his office, and the door swung open almost immediately.

The clown’s face was in yours as the door swung open, “WHAT?” He shouted, his eyebrows knit together over the crossbones drawn on his face.

“Uh, Alvida sent me?” You tried, maybe going with the subtle, if he hadn’t talked to her yet.

“For fucks sake, why? Do I not have enough to deal with today?” He turned around, stomping back to his desk and flipping over paperwork. “This goddamn Warlord paperwork is more than I want to do, I’m a pirate I’m not meant to do paperwork, I’m meant to pillage and loot!” He said, gesturing wildly at the room, as if talking to a crowd and not just you behind him.

You slid into the room, shutting the door behind you.

“If It would help relieve some stress,” You said, summoning the courage from deep inside your belly, “You could.. pillage me?”

His head whipped around, disconnecting from his neck in an absolutely terrifying sight, “Are you suggesting what I think?”

“I mean, if it would help.” You nodded, “It’s not like I haven’t had fantasies about you Captain..” Oh gods, that was more than you meant to admit but now it was out there and you were just gonna deal with those consequences.

His hands were on your hips in seconds, lifting you up and pulling you towards him, he had turned his body to face you now as well, a crooked dirty smile on his lips, and hungry look in his eyes.

“You know your Captain doesn’t share, right?” He said once you were positioned in front of him, his voice husky and deep on your ear, breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m just yours Captain.” You managed to croak out, his hands now exploring your body, his gloved fingers exploring your bare skin, one tracing down your spine and the other down into the front of your trousers to feel your arousal.

His body pressed into you, he nibbled on your neck, leaving marks behind as he tracked his way to your chin. You could feel his erection against your thigh, pressing desperately, impatiently into your soft skin.

His left hand reattached to his wrist, the other pawing at your sex, making you writhe and mewl for more of his ministrations.

His arm moved around you and he scooped you up into his arms and set you on the desk, scattering the paperwork across the floor, he ripped open your top, buttons flying across the room from his violent action, his teeth finding your bare skin to bite and suckle on, making you moan for him more. He pulled his hand from your body, causing you to whine at the missing sensation, and you felt him smirk against your body.

“Like it that much, did’ya?” He crooned, you looked down at him, nodding weakly, seeing the red of his lipstick smeared on his face and across your chest, sending new fire to your loins.

“Yes Captain, please more,” You mumbled, reaching your hands up to find his hair spilling from the corners of his hat, but he moved quicker, taking the hat off completely and letting his hair fall down around your face.

“What was that, Couldn’t hear you?” He said, pulling down your trousers and underwear from your hips, letting gloved hands tease down your thighs.

“Please Captain Buggy, more,” You said, feeling him tugging down his trousers, “Please Captain, let me suck your dick” You moaned as he bit your nipple, leaving a ring of his lipstick around your areola. “I want to suck your dick.”

He backed up from you, sitting in his chair behind the desk, “Come on then, suck my cock.” He said, gesturing to his hard member standing at attention between his legs. You let yourself slide off the desk and between his legs, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and your lips around his swollen glands. He moaned above you, his hands finding their way into your hair and pressing you to swallow more of his cock. You flattened your tongue, sucking down more of his dick and rotating your hand to stimulate him at the same time. Flicking your tongue against the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft as you hollowed your cheeks on his member, devouring him like he was your last meal.

The hand on your head pulled you back, freeing your mouth and letting your spit dribble from the corners of your lips. You breathed deeply, catching your breath and trying to get back to his cock, tongue lolling out of your mouth in a greedy slutty show for him, but he was holding you just out of range, sadistic smile on his face above you.

“Are you that hungry for me, you little tramp,” He said, letting you pull your own hair as you tried to reach his member with your lips again. “Ask again for what you want,”

“I want your cock, Captain,” You said without hesitation, licking your lips as you looked up at him in his chair, “Please Captain let me have it.”

He brought you down swiftly, your mouth opening on instinct to take him to the hilt, he held you in place before using your hair as a handle to fuck your face. His hips eagerly thrusting with the same rhythm as his hand as he used you like a personal toy.

You could feel his posture tighten under you, and he held you still, trying to not let himself come yet, his dick down your throat and twitching, eager to let loose the pent up seed. He let himself calm down before pulling you off of him and letting go of your hair.

“I need to fuck you, I need to be inside you.” He said, voice deep and commanding. You eagerly stood up, laying yourself across his desk, knee up on the firm oak of the desk so he had easy access to your awaiting hole.

“Mmm, good, well trained already,” He hummed behind you, standing behind you to position himself, but wasting no time in slipping himself in. He barely gave you time to adjust to his dick inside you before his hands were gripped on your hips, thrusting deeply into you, making you gasp and moan for him with each pump of his hips.

You weren’t going to last long, even with so little foreplay on yourself, the rough treatment and being treated like his personal fucktoy had gotten you going something fierce, added to the loyalty, love, and devotion you already had for your captain and you could feel the tight coil inside you pressing and straining.

“Captain, let me cum for you,” You moaned, not knowing what you would do if he said no, you were desperate for it, desperate to cum and feel him cum inside you. Without answering you, his hands found your sex, teasing you along to the same rhythm that he fucked you with.

“Come for me,” He moaned, voice sounding desperate himself, his hands making sloppy movements on you as he felt himself beginning to come, but his first spasm inside you was the last straw you needed to feel the spring within you release, and you came messily together, as he pulled out to cum across your back, stroking himself and you in turn with both of his hands until your orgasms had both subsided.

“Fuck I needed that,” He said, slumping back into his chair, pulling you by the waist to sit down on his lap. He nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses on the skin he could touch.

“oh Captain,” You moaned, settling down into his arms, “In all my fantasies its never been that good.”

He laughed into your shoulder, “Just wait until next time, I can always top my best.”

[keilemlucent]

long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want? 

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic. 

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days. 

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours. 

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much. 

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment. 

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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 Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk. 

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog. 

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

 Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them. 

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway. 

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine. 

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care. 

You were comfortable and content. 

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes 

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious 

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird 

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

 You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered. 

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too. 

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes. 

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion. 

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by. 

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse. 

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance. 

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows. 

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures. 

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly. 

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger. 

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished. 

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego. 

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office. 

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood. 

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk. 

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods. 

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up. 

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way. 

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control. 

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath. 

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on. 

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.” 

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. 

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants. 

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you. 

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you. 

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you. 

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming. 

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state. 

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold. 

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe. 

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body. 

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?” 

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment. 

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you. 

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you. 

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut. 

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically. 

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back. 

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed. 

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him. 

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides. 

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty. 

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?” 

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock. 

 “Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.” 

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best. 

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him. 

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded. 

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way. 

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

 Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily. 

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit. 

“You’re my good girl.” 

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his. 

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably. 

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god. 

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.” 

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw. 

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been. 

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness. 

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips. 

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted. 

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings. 

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech. 

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue. 

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right. 

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back. 

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet. 

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them. 

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained. 

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat. 

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full. 

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in. 

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer. 

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest. 

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it. 

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[itsme-autumn]

Quite the Welcome

Author: @itsme-autumn​ Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader Warnings: smut to the max, degradation, humiliation, cum play, anal plug, anal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, Dom/sub(ish?), praise kink

A/N: Okay, guys. It’s been a whileeeee. I’ve been too busy reading fics to write my own. 😂 This is by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and it’s all @hotdamnhunnam​ ‘s fault. This is straight up porn. You’ve been warned. Mistakes are bound in be in here because I only read through it once. Hope you all enjoy!

Shifting back and forth on your feet, you pull out your phone again to check the time. You had been counting down the days and could barely sleep last night you were so excited, but now you were nervous. 

Jax had been inside for 6 months and it was the longest 6 months of your fucking life. Literally. You missed him in every way possible, but the throbbing between your legs indicated that someone had missed him even more. 

Like the universe was reading your mind–or more accurately, your pussy–you heard the familiar roar of motorcycles coming down the street. They pulled in the clubhouse lot with Jax in front and you almost melted into a puddle on the pavement at the sight of him. Free, riding his bike, and with his kutte replacing his orange uniform, you’d never seen him look so happy.

That was, until he saw you. He pulled off his helmet, throwing it carelessly and you launched yourself at him. Squeezing him so hard he actually lost his breath for a few seconds. His arms engulfed you and even though you were allowed to hug during visitation it still felt like you hadn’t really held him since he’d gone inside.

“Jesus, you have no idea how good it is to have you my arms babe.” Jax’s hot breath was heavy in the crook of your neck and you let out a deep sigh of contentment. You would purr if you could. 

“Welcome home, Jackson.” You pulled back and looked into his eyes, you could barely see them he was smiling so big. He reached up to the back of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you in for a kiss you’d normally be self-conscious about, but right now you didn’t give a shit.

The kiss quickly turned heated, almost inappropriate giving the setting when his hand found your ass. 

Oh, who were you kidding, there is almost no such thing as inappropriate with these guys. You could hear the wolf-whistling from different patches around you but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop or even care that you had an audience. Your man was home, dammit.  

After some time spent at the clubhouse, the guys were rounded up for church. You figured that would give you enough time to go home and get ready for him before he arrived. You were already planning what lingerie set to change into when he took your hand and lead you outside towards your car.

As you leaned in to kiss him goodbye, he grabbed the hair at the back of your neck and pulled your head back to look up at him. The move surprised you and your eyebrows rose in question.

The look he’s giving you is borderline evil with that shit eating grin you missed so much.

“As soon as you get home, I want you naked and on all fours with your ass in the air on our bed. You will wait for me like that, is that clear?”

His voice comes out deep and rough and your panties are officially ruined. 

It takes a couple seconds for your brain to start functioning again, but you manage to nod your head a little with his grasp still firm on your neck.

“Good. Because as much as I’ve missed you,” he pulls you in close and whispers in your ear, “I’ve missed this mouth, this pussy, and this ass even more.”

You might just cum here and now from his words alone. 

“By tonight, all three of your holes will be filled with my cum.”

You got home in record time. Your hands were shaking so bad it took you three tries to get your key in your front door. 

Making a beeline for your bedroom, you discard your clothes haphazardly, leaving a trail for Jax to follow when he arrives. You get on the bed and push your ass out facing the door and try to relax. You can already feel how wet you are, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’ll be able to smell you soon as he walks in the house. The humiliation sends goosebumps all over your skin. Jesus, you missed this.

Determined to not check the clock, time lost all relevance. You’d probably fall asleep if you weren’t so worked up. How long has it been? An hour? 15 minutes? You wanted to get up and peek out the window for him, but Jax told you wait like this and you didn’t want to disappoint him or risk being punished already. That would put a damper on his welcome home and you weren’t gonna let that happen.

So you waited.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally heard his bike pulling in your driveway. Your heart rate started to pick up and you closed your eyes in anticipation. Your pussy was practically leaking down your legs.

You strained your ears to hear every movement he made once he was in the house. You heard him shrug out of his kutte and hoodie and you thought you heard the fridge door open. The bastard.

You almost yelled out to him but you willed yourself to be patient. So focused on not speaking or moving from your designated spot, you didn’t even hear him walk down the hall.

“Well isn’t that a pretty sight.”

Your eyes spring open and you turn your neck a bit to see him leaning on the door frame, hands in his pockets. 

“Quite the welcome home, sweetheart. I could stare at that dripping wet pussy all day. In fact...”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, before you can turn your face away, he snaps a few photos while stepping closer to the bed. Your face is heating up but you don’t dare move.

Right when you think he’s going to finally fucking touch you, he bends down that box under your bed. Oh god, yes. Love that box. He finds what he’s looking for and returns it to it’s spot. You hear an object land on the bed next to you but it’s just out of your line of sight. He did that on purpose. How in the hell is he this patient?? Six months, Teller. Six. Fucking. Months. 

Or six non-fucking months to be more accurate. You chuckle in your head at your own wit.

Then you feel his breath on your pussy and you can’t help but clench a little bit. He must notice because he chuckles a bit.

“Did this pussy miss me, too? I think it did. It’s soaking wet.” You feel his fingers spread your pussy wide for him to look at. “Too bad it’ll have to wait it’s turn.”

You whine a little before you can help it and he sends a quick but brutal smack to your right ass cheek. “None of that. You will take what I give you, got it?”

You breathe out a quick “I know, I’m sorry. I just missed you so much babe. Please use me. Jesus, I need it.”

“I know you do. I want to work on this ass a bit first though. Were you a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Jax. I haven’t used anything in my ass. Just for you.” Good lord you sound so....so...well, horny. You’re super fucking horny and you need Jax to do something. Now.

“Good girl.” He sinks one finger in your pussy but quickly pulls it out and starts to rub circle around your other entrance and then slowly pushes it in. He works it in and out before adding a second finger. You’re panting and devoting all of your energy into not pushing back even you want to so badly.

“I’m gonna plug your ass for now, make sure it’s ready for me.” Something cold and hard touches your pussy. Once he’s got the plug coated in your wetness he slowly works it into your ass, twisting and pulling, then pushes the whole thing inside of you. You gasp at the sensation. You’re not sure what one he used but he definitely didn’t use your smaller ones.

“How’s that feel?”

“So good. Fuck, I want you, Jax. Please.” You’re not above begging at this point. This is not how you thought his homecoming would go. You thought he would throw you over his shoulder and at least the first round would be quick and dirty.

Maybe he would have done that a few years ago, but the club has brought out a darkness in Jax. While you both still have plenty of soft, fluffy moments, this is something you know he needs. He needs the control, the release. And you are more than happy to be of service to him. 

“I love when you beg for me, darlin’. Do you remember what I said before you left today?” His fingers are just skimming over your skin, up your thighs and over your ass.

“Mhmm....” You are reaching your breaking point here and he knows it.

“Say it.” His voice leaves no room for argument and you clench again, feeling the plug shift a little.

“That you were going to fill all of my holes with your cum.” Your face heats again.

“Mmmm.” Expecting more teasing, you let out a cry when he pulls you off the bed by your hair and manhandles you so you’re on your knees before him. His pants are already undone (when did that happen?) and with one hand still in your hair, he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his rock hard cock so it’s right in front of your face. 

“Better get started then.”

You don’t have time to say anything because as soon as you open your mouth, Jax takes the opportunity to shove his entire length into your mouth. 

“That’s it, let me show you what your mouth is for you pathetic fucktoy. That’s my good girl.”

He’s relentless and you’re doing your best to keep up while getting the occasional breath through your nose. Gagging and choking on his thick-as-fuck cock, you have spit and precum dripping down your chin onto your chest and you eyes start to water. Looking down at you, you see the combination of lust and dominance on his face.

“You look so good like this, I love how desperate you are for my cock. You want my spit, too?” He doesn’t wait for an answer–like you could voice one anyway–and spits on your face, then smearing it around with his thumb. 

“Now I’m going to cum in that cock hungry mouth of yours and you’re not going to swallow until I tell you, understand?” You nod slightly, which is an impressive feat with his cock in the back of your throat.

He cums in your mouth and you get nervous about holding it all in. You know it’s been awhile but damn. You manage to keep it all inside when his softening cock slips out of your mouth. 

“Open.”

You open your mouth wide for him.

“Good girl. Close and don’t lose a drop or you’ll be having cum instead of creamer in your morning coffee.”

The whore in you isn’t as disgusted as she should be, which brings around a whole new cycle of shame and arousal. God you are totally fucked for Jax Teller.

He notices your lack of objection and smiles a bit. “You like that idea, whore? Like my cum that much? And my spit? Maybe I’ll piss in your mouth next, see how good you take it.”

Yes. Yes please. You squirm on the floor, your arousal almost painful at this point.

“Bed. On your back. Legs apart. Knees up.”

You quickly do as you’re told and Jax leers over you. He reaches out and swipes one finger up your slit. 

“Jesus, you're soaked. Do you want to cum, baby?” His mouth pulls up in that cocky smirk of his. You nod your head immediately and he chuckles. “Yeah, I can see that.” He pushes two fingers into you and you can’t help but buck your hips because it feels so. damn. good. 

He pumps his fingers steadily faster and faster, hitting that spot inside you perfectly. Grabbing the sheets, you whimper, careful not to swallow his cum in your mouth. 

“You’re going to cum for me. Now.” His adds a third finger and brushes over your clit with his thumb and you almost shoot off the bed your orgasm is so strong. How you manage not to swallow is beyond you but before you can think about it too long, Jax is shedding the rest of his clothes and his cock is at your entrance. 

“This tight little pussy belongs to me, you understand?” He pushes inside of you in one thrust. 

“Mmmm-mmm!” You cry out as much as you can, the stretch of his cock is intoxicating–borderline too much–which is exactly what he wants. He owns your pussy. Hell, he owns all of you. 

“My dirty little slut, taking my cock so well, aren’t you?”

God, his dick is magical. How did you survive without it? You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full, the plug making your pussy feel even tighter. He starts pounding into you and you feel yourself getting close to cumming again.

“Your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, sweetheart. You wanna cum again?”

You nod and squeal, hoping he’ll let you reach your peak again.

He smiles wickedly. “Beg for it.”

Whimpering is all you can do at this point but you try anyways to make a please-sounding noise through your closed, cum-filled mouth. “M-mmm”

“Hmm.” He pauses to act like he’s considering your plea. “Not good enough. Guess you’ll have to hold it.” Decision made, he continues to ruthlessly fuck your pussy.

Not sure if you can hold it anymore, your body starts to shake as you try desperately to keep from cumming. Tears start falling down the side of your face.

His thrusts start to become more erratic but even more brutal as he nears his end. Right as he’s about to cum, he lifts your knees flat against your chest, folding you in half. 

“Cum.” His gravelly voice growls out.

You don’t need to hear it twice, you both cum hard and your pussy clenches are his dick so hard he winces. He stays inside you for a minute while he catches his breath and presses his forehead against yours, kissing your nose lightly. He always sneaks in these little moments of affection and you bask in them and drink them up like water on a hot day. He pulls out slowly, and already you miss the fullness. He keeps his hands under your knees, and spreads them wide.

“Such a pretty pussy when it’s all filled up. Don’t let any of it spill out.” 

You hear his words but are still blissed out and coming down from your insane orgasm that he just gave you. “Mmmm....”

That wolfish grin returns to his goddamn gorgeous goddamn face and you know he’s up to something. He leans down and sucks hard on your clit with no warning. You squeal and squirm, wanting desperately to get away from the overstimulation but not able to without his cum spilling out of you.

He takes a short break and looks at you. “Think you can cum again, babe?”

“Nnnnnn...n-nnn...” You shake your head no. It’s too much. You can’t take it.

“I think you can. Hold still.” He presses you down into the mattress to help and goes back to sucking your clit like a fucking hoover. 

You close your eyes and try to relax your senses and let go. Within a few seconds you’re cumming so hard you almost black out. You wish you could take a deep breath through your mouth but you’re proud that you haven’t swallowed at all yet.

“That’s my good girl.” Jax pats your sensitive pussy a couple of times before turning his attention to the plug you still have inside you. He pushes the plug and you whine as it shifts a little. “You ready for me here? You want my cum in your ass, filing you up?” 

You don’t know why he keeps asking you questions when number one, he already knows the answers, and two, your mouth is a little busy at the moment. 

Jax pulls out the plug and pushes it back in. Out and in a couple more times before he finally throws it on the bed and reaches for the lube in the nightstand drawer that you always keep there. After rubbing some on his cock, he scoops up the extra with two fingers and pushes them into your ass to prep there as well. 

Jax Teller is one considerate sadist, you think.

He presses into your ass and even with the prep you can’t say it doesn’t hurt. You welcome it though. It hurts because Jax is here. In your house. Inside of you. You’ll take any pain or pleasure he wants to give you.

“Fuck, your little ass is tight. Such a good little cock taking slut for me. You like my cock in your ass? Yeah I know you do, my dirty little cockwhore loves it up the ass. I’m gonna cum in here, too. Then you’ll be nice and filled up with my cum. All your holes are mine, you hear that? This is all you’re good for, being a good little cumslut for me.”

His words make your eyes roll to the back of your head. You were never letting this man go. He pushes in faster and you know he’s gotta be close. 

“You still have my cum in your mouth? Open wide for me, baby.” You open your mouth, displaying his cum still inside. “Such a good girl for me, bet you’d like to swallow now, hmm?” You nod. “Mmm. But you’re not going to. No I think I like you being kept quiet with my cum. Close.” You close your mouth and brace yourself as he pounds into at an impossible pace.

When he comes he almost growls at his release. After holding his position a few seconds, he reaches across the bed and grabs the plug. He pulls out and quickly pushes the plug back in place. You whine at the intrusion, expecting a break.

He get’s up off the bed and says nothing before walking to the bathroom to clean up. You know better not to move until he tells you to, though. You reach up and grab behind your knees to keep them supported in this position. 

He leisurely makes his way back into the bedroom, he’s put on his grey sweat pants too. Goddamn those sweatpants.

“Look at you. All fucked out and filled up, beautiful. My own personal cumdump. I’m gonna go get a beer and something to eat. Don’t move until I get you. Oh, and don’t lose any of my cum.” With that he turns around and heads down the hall. He yells behind him “Love you babe, good to be home.” You snort a little and lay your head back.

Left alone, spread and exposed, every hole filled with Jax Teller’s cum.

Welcome Home, Jackson.

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[sakurology]

hi honeyyy can i have nsfw a-z alphabet for tsukishima please 👉👈? thank you 💞

I’ve had this in my inbox for like a month I am SORRY.

*deep inhale* TSUKKI FUCKERS RUN IN HERE AND GET Y’ALL JUICE

NSFW Alphabet: Tsukishima Kei

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Nsfw under the cut but you knew that...

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

I actually feel like he’s not too big on this part. He will 100% do what he needs to make you feel comfortable if he’s been particularly hard on you, but he will do the bare minimum, simply because he’s not the best at being very soft. It’s just not him. I feel like he actually would prefer to be alone and recollect himself rather than cuddle and do pillow talk. That doesn’t mean that he won’t if you need it, he most definitely will because he knows how important it is. Just don’t expect to be babied.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

FINGERS FINGERS FINGERS I WILL NOT STOP SCREAMING ABOUT THEM! They’re long and slender- they always fit perfectly inside or around your neck or in your mouth and just... yes. Yes to his fingers.

For him, it’s all about the eyes. He loves looking at your eyes and the various emotions they convey to him, be it adoration, panic, arousal, devotion… he loves looking directly into your pretty eyes as he takes you.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

In your mouth. I can’t explain why I’m right but I’m right. I don’t think he’s a fan of mess per-se, but from time to time he will want to cum on your face/chest for a lil ✨humiliation✨. I’m also positive he drinks water so when he tells you to swallow it won’t be radioactive or thick like tar. Good job to him for that. (God the bar is on the mf floor)

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

You caught him jacking off one time and he actually makes the prettiest noises- he’s usually pretty quiet with you but by himself it’s actually symphonic how desperate he sounds. He doesn’t know you saw him, but now you ONLY think about how his name spilled out of your lips each time you touch yourself too.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

Has much more experience in theory than in practice. He’s VERY knowledgeable about topics primarily based on his own research. He can implement just about anything to your liking though, which is the real reason he’s a great fuck. He’s adaptable without sacrificing too much of his own pleasure.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

This can go one of two ways imo- If he’s feeling lazy, he’ll sit in a chair and have you ride him. If he’s actually putting in work, he’ll hold one of your legs up/back (never both bc it’d probably kill you) or he’ll flip you into doggy, but he’ll make sure you keep your arch as low as possible, so you’re almost parallel to the mattress.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Lmfao no.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

He’s very well groomed as well. His hair is darker than his blonde locks, but he prefers keeping it short and neat. Not completely shaven, but trimmed on a schedule tbh. Also never smells like ball sweat.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

You would think a super sadist like Tsukishima doesn’t do the romantic gestures, but he does little things like making sure you’re stable and secure when he’s holding you up, or giving some VERY light praise when you take him well- you have to put attention or you’ll miss them.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

Tries his best to act like he doesn’t- but he does fairly often. Probably once a week tbh. He makes sure that he’s completely alone tho, because he’s very vulnerable and loud… also aggressive? It’s just a complete 180 from what he’s like with you and he doesn’t want you to know that. But he whines and whimpers the entire time, cumming in his fist and laying there convulsing.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Sadism is the overall mf flavor. But we knew that. Let’s delve a little deeper:

Impact Play, yes very much. Likes spanking as a punishment, but will also slap you in the face from time to time, especially if you’re not answering him or being loud enough to his liking.

Temperature Play, prefers using heat over cold, so he would definitely be into wax. Also turns on the heat in your room when you’re fucking like it’s hot yoga or some shit.

Degradation/Humiliation, has you make messes on purpose, just so he can tease you about it later. Calls you mean names the entire time- but they’re peppered with the tiniest praises, he will follow pretty with cockslut, and such. Will ALWAYS refer to you as his “messy little bitch” without fail. It’s his go-to. Also a fan of “fucktoy” and “pathetic cocksleeve”

Auralism, specifically likes when your moans are choked out sobs, or when you work your voice so raw that it gets scratchy and hoarse. Likes to hear you in general, and will always ask you for a response. Also talks you through your orgasms with little things like “that’s it” and “keep cumming”

Dacryphilia, oh god he loves to see you cry. That’s the one thing that can make him cum almost immediately.

He also HATES a bratty sub. Needs someone who is very obedient. Likes to be called Sir.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Literally ONLY in private. He’s all about control and knows that he can assert that control in every way possible in the bedroom. And even though he gets off on humiliation, it’s only when he’s the one doing it- proving he owns you without the threat of lingering eyes.

Would be the type to totally soundproof a room in your house tho, if you’re picking up why I’m putting down. Has gotten several “home improvement” project ideas from kinktok.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

His goal is to break you. No matter how many times he’s done it before, he always wants to see that perfectly fucked out glassy sheen coat your eyes as they’re filled to the brim with tears- and complete devotuon and total submission to him.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝕺!

He is never going to submit to you. It’s just not going to happen. Give it up, deelishis.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Is not the biggest fan of going down on you, prefers using his fingers/other toys. But he LOVES facefucking you. Especially if he can make you cry with how much his cock is bruising your throat.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

It’s mostly even. Mostly. He definitely will edge as a punishment, snapping his hips into you violently, only to stop completely just when your eyes start to roll back. He definitely likes to maintain control of his own orgasm though so he likes to keep a nice even pace if you’re not being a brat.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Wont outright fuck you in public but would use remote controlled toys on you. He prefers taking his time with you, building you up super slowly so that he can knock you the fuck down in an instant.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

If you think you can try him, no you can’t. He will shut it down IMMEDIATELY. Again, he’s not one for super public scenes, so he’s good at keeping a poker face whenever you decide to get bold… but you have to be prepared because your punishment is either going to be super harsh or nothing at all- and I honestly can’t tell you which is worse when it comes to him.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

It depends on how he’s feeling. If you’ve been good he’ll get right to the point but if you’ve been disobeying him then be prepared to have your sessions drawn out. He can go on edging you for hours and not feel a single thing. He can still last a relatively long time if he’s actually fucking you as well, a good 45-an hour before he even thinks about cumming. And that’s just thinking about it. He can still go a bit longer after the fact. He won’t cum until you’ve cum at least 2-3 times if he’s being nice.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He has a few toys that he likes to use as punishment, primarily small vibrators that he can put inside of you to have you coming undone before he even touches you. When he finally does, you're a wet, whining mess and all he has to say is that you’re pathetic for not being able to even wait for him to touch you.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Hates being teased. Don’t even try or think about trying it. Doesn’t necessarily tease you either, at least not TOO much. Will edge you to hell and back though.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of hearing how pretty he truly sounds, so a lot of his moans come out as long sighs and deep grunts that he catches in the back of his throat. And that’s only when he’s close.

He does talk a lot though, and is vocal in that sense- you’ll hear a lot of commands from him. You have to ask him for permission to cum, so there’s a lot of call and response when it comes to your sessions.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

He has this fantasy where he’s essentially his partner’s sex toy master and you’re the toy, He would use remote-control vibrators to make you come throughout the day. You don’t get a say in when you come, it’s just whenever he wants. In front of your boss, on the train, when you're trying to go shopping, whenever. It’s equal parts humiliating and sexy for you both, because you can’t stop orgasming. You’re completely at his mercy.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

He’s a good size, a solid 6.5-7 with a decent girth. More of a shower than a grower and actually has a fairly pretty dick. Fair but even in color, suuuuper pretty and pink at the head.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Even though he’s about exerting complete control, and also the type to never let on that he’s needy, he is. His sex drive is slightly higher than yours... But you’d never know. He’s just that good at 1) covering it up, and 2) flipping the script to always make you seem like cockhungry one... asshole

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

No sleeping. Tbh I feel like he’s one of those people who actually gets a burst of energy after. But he’s not sleeping at all. He’s just gonna go back to his headphones or some quiet activities until you wake up.

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- genre: smut - word count: 2K - summary: a foreign student isn’t doing too well in her English class, and assistant!Felix alongside teacher!Chan decide to teach her a lesson - kinks/triggers: dom!felix, dom!chan, sub!reader, school setting & uniform, bratty attitude + punishment, blowjob, penetrative sex (no protection mentioned), some hair pulling, fingering, some teasing, some cum play, and some degradation if you squint

It wasn’t the first time Felix had given you that look. You smirked to yourself, acknowledging the assistant’s furrowed brows and cocked head as he poked his tongue onto the inside of his cheek. Nodding towards the object in your hand - your phone - he briefly looked down, and then locked his stern eyes with you once more.

‘Sorry’, you mouthed over to the man, innocently blinking as a playful smile began to etch on your lips. He rolled his eyes, and you turned back to the papers laid out in front of you.

It was nearly lunch time, and the English test in front of you was practically blank, lacking nearly half the answers. You scrunched your nose at the idea of failing again - English wasn’t your strongest subject, but hey, the professors could cut you some slack considering you’re a foreigner right? Or, rather, the professor.

Mr. Bang wasn’t necessarily strict. He was just very well put together, and expected the same of his students. Leaning back on your chair you admired the figure of the blonde man standing at the front of the class, looking through the papers he already collected, a small smile spreading each time he spotted a correct answer.

He was fit, it was no doubt, but a lot of the time you managed to get distracted not just by buzzing of your phone, but also by Mr. Bang’s assistant, who always sat quietly at the back and observed the students like a hawk. Felix was fun to irritate, considering he never told the teacher, but it seemed like today wasn’t one of those days.

“Uhm, Miss Y/N, could you please wait a second?” Mr. Bang’s calm voice rang through your ears before you managed to slip out of class, hearing the bell ring a few seconds prior. You slowly turned over on your heel and gulped as the blonde stood by the assistant, both intently looking through the papers. You felt Felix’s eyes break away from your exam and instead focus on you, and after whispering something into Mr. Bang’s ear, he walked over and stood by one of the desks in the front.

Coughing into his palm, Mr. Bang gently closed the booklet and placed it on his desk, then directed his gaze to your tensed up figure.

“Could you please explain why half of this-” the teacher pointed to the exam, “-is blank?”

You wanted to crawl out of that room as soon as possible after his calm gaze became stern, and he pressed his lips tighter together.

“Could it be because of the phone?” Your head whipped over to Felix, who chimed in and mimicked the look Mr. Bang was giving you.

Obviously, you thought to yourself, yet somehow the surprise on the other man’s face after hearing ‘phone’ sent a small shiver down your spine. As much as you wanted to be nervous for what was going to happen, your mind couldn’t help but focus on his white shirt and tightly fitted dress pants, and on Felix’s loosening tie, one that he had a grip on at the moment. They were so, so incredibly hot-

“Y/N? I don’t hear an answer?” Felix took the lead in speaking this time. Mr. Bang chuckled and looked down as you searched for a response.

“Sir, I-” you turned to Mr. Bang who, after hearing you speak, stopped your sentence halfway with the raise of his hand.

“Please refer to me as Chris,” he said, and gestured for you to continue speaking.

“Chris, I just..I’m just really struggling,” you put on an innocent voice which you thought would get you a ticket to leave the class, but the man’s response definitely proposed otherwise.

“I don’t think ‘struggling’ means giving less than appropriate looks to my assistant,” Chris smirked and made eye contact with Felix, who by now was crossing his arms. The two men practically had you cornered, and there was no way out. 

You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t the least bit amusing, alluring even, and after Felix told you to come over and stand by the desk he was at, the smallest of smirks stretched against your lips as you licked them slightly in the process.

“How about we do this,” Chris began, pondering. “Since you’re so confident about shooting looks to Felix rather than focusing on your exam, we’ll have him teach you a bit of a lesson.”

You gulped as you saw Chris make a hand gesture over to his assistant that you couldn’t quite comprehend, and within seconds, your upper body was forcefully pushed down onto the desk, having your skirt rise up and reveal your thighs and part of your ass. You bit your lips in an attempt to calm your thoughts - who knew where this was going? - but then, Chris spoke up again.

“For every wrong answer in this booklet, you’ll receive a slap. Understood?”

You nodded shakily, wide doe eyes turning from the man in the front over to Felix, who locked your gaze with darkening eyes of his own, a visible bulge forming in his dress pants.

“Question 1 - wrong.”

Slap.

“Fuck,” you muttered, not expecting the assistant’s small hands to hit that hard. You heard him chuckle above you, as Chris proceeded.

“Question 3 - also wrong.”

Slap.

Such behaviour proceeded until your asscheeks were burning red, the stinging sensation making pools in your white underwear appear very prominent.

On the last slap, the eighth one, Felix wasn’t shy to let his hands wander after the spank, slightly gliding two fingers over your clothed, dripping core. You whimpered at the feeling, and heard yet another low chuckle.

“You like that, baby?”

This was so not allowed.

You shook your head up and down, being afraid to make any noise yet still signaling a positive response. You almost forgot Chris was in the room beside you until his voice echoed through the walls once more.

“Eight questions wrong out of fifteen..that’s not very good,” he tsks, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip. “I bet this slut hasn’t even learned her lesson yet..” The final words were directed at Felix, and the sudden degradation made your cheeks turn bright pink, a small moan escaping your lips.

“I mean, look at her, all helpless and needy,” the blonde began approaching your shaking figure, and bent down to make eye contact with you, a smug expression painting his face unbelievably irresistible. “Want to become our little fucktoy for the day?”

“Yes, please,” You gulped, not intending to sound so desperate as you watched Chris fiddle with his belt buckle and heard Felix do the same. You were nearly drooling at the sight of the man’s protruding cock, and before you knew it, the blonde let his dress pants and boxers pool on the floor, his member springing up and lightly touching your face. Chris didn’t allow you to reach for it quite yet, taking you by the jaw and lifting it so you faced him.

“Not. A. Word,” he commanded, and you felt your panties get pushed to the side by Felix’s hand. You gulped with a nod and took Chris’ shaft into your hand, giving the red, eager tip a few kitten licks. You heard the man in front of you groan, finally being given the satisfaction he required, as he reached to grab onto your hair, giving it a slight pull when you opened your mouth a tad wider and sucked.

While you were busy giving Mr. Bang most of your attention, you felt Felix’s hands roam all over your lower body, your ass rising up from the contact. You heard him chuckle as he lifted your skirt and began slowly teasing your once-again clothed core, gliding a digit over the heat. You moaned onto Chris’s dick, the unexpected vibrations earning another groan from the man, and a slap onto your ass from Felix.

“You really think you deserve me touching you after all this?” Felix said lowly as you moved your ass upwards again, a sign of begging and desperation, one you wished he would understand. He kneaded your asscheek roughly before slowly inching his hand towards your dripping cunt again as you whined; the man finally digging into the inside of your panties and instantly going towards your clit. 

As Felix toyed with your bundle of nerves from behind, you continued working on Chris’ cock. The groans and hisses he disclosed made you even wetter, happy that they were caused by you, and with each moment that passed you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth, increasing the sensation by putting your hands on his balls. 

“God, you’re so wet,” Felix chimed in. Without having to turn your head to the side you could already spot his pants on the floor, only his boxers being left visible, and with your other hand you reached for the hem and pulled. “Not so fast, darling,” Felix purred.

You felt two digits enter you briefly before disappearing again, an action that continued for a few minutes before finally, you felt the tip of the assistant’s dick slightly trace your entrance. Felix chuckled as you tried to squirm backwards and feel slightly more as he took a rough hold of your hips and prepared himself.

It wasn’t long before you felt your walls being stretched out, not expecting a man of his height to be so big. This day was just full of surprises. 

You couldn’t help but take Chris out of your mouth and moan loudly, instantly regretting it once you felt a slap on your face.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Chris’ voice boomed through the classroom walls as you tried your best to make puppy eyes at him. He smirked, smugness painting his face, yet the only thing you could focus on was the harsh speed that Felix had already set, and the echoing filthy sounds of skin slapping behind you. Chris forced his member back into your mouth as you tried your best concentrate, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the small welling of tears from occurring.

“So..tight..” Felix groaned, and deepened himself in you. You sucked harder, the moans of both men sounding like music to your ears, and a small tear managed to escape your eye after another slap landed on your ass.

Chris positioned his hand on your hair so that you couldn’t move as he began to thrust himself into your mouth, the pace instantly quickening at his liking. Felix reached over to your clit once more, pressing each time he circled his finger around it. It was evident this wasn’t their first time in this kind of situation, but regarding Felix’s thrusts getting sloppier with each one, he definitely had less experience than the teacher.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” Felix exclaimed as he pounded harder, not giving your clit a break this entire time. You moaned onto Chris again as he twitched in your mouth, pulling your hair harder signalling he was also near release. Not long after both men had let go of their rough grip on your body, letting out explicit sounds from their mouths. You followed suit quickly, your legs shaking from the stimulation of your orgasm.

Chris’ warm seed travelled down your throat, your taste buds picking up small amounts in the process, Felix soon pulling out and ejaculating over your ass and thighs. You let out an exasperated sigh as the second man pulled out, giving your jaw a gentle shake with his hand. 

Mr. Bang bent down, tucking his member back into his underwear and pants, and made eye contact with you. He chuckled at your fucked out expression, your mouth still hanging open, and leaned over you to gather some cum off your thigh and place his fingers into your mouth. You sucked off Felix’s seed off his digits and moaned when you felt Felix rubbing your behind with a tissue, cleaning up the mess before delivering a final slap onto your asscheek.

“How was that, princess?” Chris had smirked at the new nickname he gave you, and you gulped in response, not managing to let out much else. “Gonna mess around during class again?”

You hopped off the desk after Felix finished putting on your underwear, thanking him with your eyes and a small smile, your legs beginning to shake from the experience. Turning to Chris, you returned to the smug headspace you were in before, and bit your lip.

“I hope so, Mr. Bang.”

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Hi babes 🥺 , So this my first time asking if u could, (If u want to) write a little Hc or whatever u want of Daddy Dom Jake trying to ask reader for cuddles or kisses because he needs some luvin but doesn’t know how to ask 🥺 I love your writing u are one of my favorites💞 and I hope ur having a good day :))

Hi, babesss! It's an honor to write something for you, you've been here for so long making my posts better with your reactions pics 😭❤

So... it got quite long. Like 2.5k words... but you deserve it. Hope you like it!

Warnings: some kind of friends with benefits/sugar daddy energy, daddy kink, commitment issues, mentions of toys, spitting, slaping, Jake being a sad boy :(

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Let's say that you and Jake had a connection that was just too strong to ignore

But none of you were looking for something complicated at that moment of your lives

You could still have fun, though

Go on dates, laugh, dance, spend some money

And, of course.. if you wanted someone to fuck you hard, he was just the kind

So you started some kind of relationship that couldn't even be called friends with benefits, cause you weren't exactly friends

He would call you and tell you to be ready at 8pm and you better be

Then he would take you out

Some fancy restaurant or a night club

He would tell you what to wear cause he wanted to show you off

And you had him just that easy too

A pic in your new lingerie or nothing at all and he was already at your door step

I'm taking about fucking on club bathrooms

Touching in public

Motels

Cars

Or maybe at home, if you weren't in the mood to go out

But it wasn't some relaxing evening at home, like, watching a movie, ordering pizza and smiley make out sessions after a bottle of wine

It was all about him having you on a leash, literally

Down on all fours for him

Heavy degradation

"Beg for my cock, that's all I wanna hear from you, slut."

And he wasn't afraid to spent money on you. Every single night you went to his house there was something new for you. I'm obviously not talking about flowers or diamonds. I'm talking about lingerie for him to tear off. Toys. All kinds of toys… from vibrators to all sizes of plugs

He was so rough to you that he wouldn't even call you "babygirl", your name was slut. Babygirl is too sweet, he doesn't do that…

And if you dared calling him anything but "daddy", you were in trouble. Not even Jake. Only daddy. Didn't matter if you were in the bedroom or in front of other people. He would make you call him daddy in front of the waiter at a restaurant, for example

His life was definitely nothing but pleasure and power since you came along. Felt like a dream

But he was so miserable

He was miserable when he woke up alone

When he ate alone

When he listened to love songs on the radio

He was alone all the time. Even when he was surrounded by his family and friends

But he noticed it was different when you were around

When he saw your face, he felt some kind of warmth… not like warmth from the fire and the lust

Warmth as in... comfort. Like he forgot how much his life sucked when you weren't with him

And the minute you left, it was like you took all the light with you, all he could do was crawl into the darkness and wait until you came back

And while you didn't, he would think about you 24/7

Buy you new stuff and plan what he would do to you

Sometimes he wanted to call you and ask you to come over, but he wasn't horny at all and he would be absolutely incapable of getting hard, cause he was so fucking sad

Imagine how humiliating that would be, though? So he didn't call

He wouldn't admit he liked your presence. He acted like all he liked was your pussy and thats it

Something deep inside him was changing

He thought it was the sadness that was turning him soft

But it was obviously you

And you noticed there was something wrong on the day you were on his bed, had your ass up for him, and he flipped you over

It was weird. You had tried so many different positions, but he ALWAYS fucked you from behind

The closer to eye contact you got was when you sucked him off

Now there you were. Missionary position. Of course, his hand squeezing your throat at his movements were rough, but still… it was some new kind of intimacy. Your bodies were closer than ever and he kissed your lips 80% of the time

You thought about that night for so long. It was so good. So intense… and he couldn't get it off his mind either. The way he saw your eyes rolling back and you moaned loudly, because that was probably the best way to hit that special spot inside you... and he was facing you the whole time… he watched how desperate you were and how hard you were coming, clenching around him, legs shaking and he wanted to say something like "Shhh baby it's okay, I got you…"

Thank God he was able to hold himself back, huh?

Yeah, he kinda did. But that night changed everything

Maybe the next thing he bought you wasn't an anal plug, but a pretty dress

Like not an scandalous dress to show you off, but something he genuinely thought you would like, he wanted to see you smile

And he took you to the movies when you wore it for the first time

He kept his hands to himself during all movie, while you eagerly waited for something risky to happen in the dark

And then you walked out of the cinema

His hand holding yours

Walking around the city talking about the movie plot and not about your tits

You knew absolutely everything about each other's body, but definitely nothing about each other's soul

And that nice evening changed that. He told you a few things about himself, but nothing too personal. He was still extremely close. He liked to hear you talk, though. He listened very carefully. Asked questions. Laughed and felt a huge admiration during your stories

It had a real first date energy

Then he drove you home and didn't come inside

Both of you were confused. You spent the whole night trying to figure his new game out. And he just crawled deeper into his own darkness. If he wasn't sure that he was in love with you yet, after that date, he knew he was completely fucked

He planned on disappearing for a while. Only until he forgot about his feelings. Maybe see someone else

But the mere thought of being inside someone who wasn't you disgusted him

He managed to stay away for 2 weeks. No texts, no calls. You thought you had lost him. You tried to find a reason why he wasn't attracted to you anymore... He didn't have sex with you the last time cause he was only trying to say goodbye. But he was never that good with words

And at this very moment there was probably another woman in his bed

You were so angry that you didn't dare to call him

It was like you forgot how many times he spit on your face and overestimated you until you cried (not that those weren't great times too). All you remember was that one time he fucked you on a way that felt like he actually cared about you. Like he would make love to you one day. But that was only another one of his tricks to humiliate you. And it hurts more than when he used to spank you

You were convinced that you had enough. That if you saw him on the street one day, you wouldn't even look at his face

But the minute his name finally appeared on your phone again, you picked up eagerly

His voice was sweet. He called you by your actual name

He asked if he could pick you up

Not like he used to do: "You better be there"

He said "please"

And you were scared. You missed the times you knew exactly where this would end. When you would use each other's body, get dressed and leave. But now? You had no idea what he had in mind. Or what YOU had in mind when you said yes… but you said yes

And at the exact time he said he would be there, he was there

You got into the car and smiled at him

He looked like a complete mess. There was something wrong with him… for a moment you felt guilty for hating him when he stopped calling

Maybe he just had problems and wasn't in the mood for sex

Judging by the look on his face, he clearly wasn't. So what were you doing there? Another movie night?

Apparently not. He drove you to his house

He held your hand as you walked in and guided you to his bedroom

He stood in front of the bed and looked at you for a moment

"You're so beautiful, have I ever told you that?" He sighed, caressing your cheek with his fingers

"Yeah, you called me pretty little fucktoy once or twice." You shrugged

You made that joke to relieve the tension. He wasn't the kind of guy who would caress your cheek on a normal day. But your joke seemed to make him feel worse

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at any corner of that room, anywhere but your eyes

"Don't be." You assured him. "We agreed on this. That's us. It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess." He chuckled. "We're pretty fucked up, aren't we?"

"That's why we get along." You agreed

He clearly had something stuck on his throat, but he wouldn't say it, so you tried to change the subject

"So what's tonight's plan?" You asked

He looked like he was about to suggest something outrageous. But, honestly? After all you had already done in that exact place where you stood at that moment… you couldn't imagine what would be so shocking

"Would you mind spending the night?" He asked nervously

"Well, your own rules say we aren't supposed to sleep on the same bed, but..." You watched him curiously. "If you want me to, I'll stay."

He nodded and thanked you with his eyes

It was an unusual request, but it still wasn't what he was trying to ask

"What should I do now, daddy? Do you have something for me? For me to put on for you?" You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck

His arms were crossed on his chest, and they hesitated for a moment

He was supposed to place his hands on your waist or on your ass and throw you on the bed

But instead, his arms wrapped around you on a hug. Yes, a hug. You were confused, but you enjoyed every second of it. He was so soft, so comforting. Even though he was pretty lost. He pulled you as close as possible and hugged you so tightly that you felt like he was gonna break you

"Okay, stop, hey…" You pushed him away and took at step back

His body felt cold without you. His heart broke. The look on his eyes could hurt the most heartless person in the world

"Listen." You told him. "I'm not gonna let you play with me like this. I know you must be going through a really hard time right now, and I'd love to help, but… I can't do this. Cause when everything goes back to normal, I won't be able to stand this, Jake. You're too fucking important to me, don't do this, please… don't give me hope."

"Do you have hope?" He asked. "That I can be good to you?"

"You are good to me, Jake." You replied. "In our own fucked up way."

"Yeah, but that's exactly what's wrong with me right now." He admitted. "I fell in love with you. I want things to change, but I'm just as scared as you are."

You didn't know what to say

Love? Was that why you were angry at him? Did you fall in love too?

"What are we gonna do now?" You asked. You were terrified he would tell you that you couldn't keep seeing each other. You just learned that two weeks away from him are too hard, you couldn't imagine your whole life without him

"I don't know." He sighed. He was exhausted, looked like he haven't slept these days. "I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, or after that, I just know that I need you here tonight. And I don't wanna fuck you, I just want you close. Just need your love."

He felt physically lighter after getting that off his chest

You smiled at him and sat on his bed, taking your shoes off

You crawled to the center of the bed and patted the spot next to you

It was a relief. Finally. That's all he needed

He joined you and you both just lay down there, staring at the ceiling for a while

Like you were two teenagers who had a crush on each other and were sharing a bed for the first time

Like he never absolutely wrecked you in there

You rested your head on his chest and his arms automatically wrapped around you

As time passed, you (specially him) started to get more comfortable

Before you knew, you were there, kissing each other's noses, cheeks, chins, lips… smiling and saying the sweetest things

You didn't know that side of him, maybe not even he did

Then you fell asleep in each other's arms

When you woke up, he was looking at you with a new sparkle in his eyes

He definitely wasn't that same broken man you saw the night before

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked after you had barely opened your eyes

"Good morning." You laughed

"Oh no, I already wasted too much time." He laughed too

"So what's the new deal? What comes with that title?" You asked

"More night like this. Some like the old ones too." He smirked. "You're gonna be officially introduced to my family and will have to go through a lot of boring and awkward meetings... oh, we can also hold hands in the park? Sounds romantic, I don't know. Fuck deals. Let's just figure this out together, okay?"

"Sounds wonderful." You smiled and kissed his lips. "Call your mom, ask her what's for dinner."

[degenerate-otaku]

Hey guys! This is a Future 17 X fem reader fic I wrote for a friend who didn't want to expose themselves as a simp.

please like and reblog if you enjoy and feel free to send a fic request if you want one, but keep in line it might take me a while, since I have a few to write rn.

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Warning: this fic contains smut

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There was almost silence in the barren city. Smoke poured into the cloudless sky on that Spring day, which felt warmer than normal. The only downside to that was that you and your family needed more water, so, being the oldest sibling, you went out to fetch water and food.

When entering an abandoned shop, with a stable enough roof, you thought you heard footsteps from inside.

“H-hello?” Your heart pounded.

“Is anyone there?” You looked around, careful not to tread on broken glass or anything useful as you continued walking towards a till, in the hopes that there was anything behind it, since the shelves seemed to have already been ransacked.

Then, someone popped up from behind the till, the sight of them making you tremble.

“Hello, miss...welcome to...whatever the fuck this store is called.” He chuckled, his icy eyes bereft of emotion.

This was Android 17, no doubts about it. You knew that whilst he appeared to be like a normal teenager, he was a cruel cyborg...yet there was something fascinating about him.

You wanted to run, but found yourself stuck to the ground, as if his cold glare had frozen you on the spot.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, almost invitingly. You wanted to nod, but your body still felt stiff.

“What's wrong? Are you...afraid?” His eyes scanned your body, then he smirked.

“You must be...you can't even muster a single word...” He stepped out from behind the till, his eyes not wandering for a second.

Suddenly, he grasped your chin in his hand, which was fairly small and warm...he didn't seem like a cold blooded killer at all. He kissed you, and you just couldn't resist. You couldn't even tell he was a cyborg at all, even when his tongue was in your mouth as you softly moaned. Then, there was a sharp, sudden electric shock, which coursed through your entire body.

He laughed as you recoiled, your hair slightly frizzed up from the jolt, and you remembered who you were dealing with again, returning you to a fearful state.

“Please don't-” You began.

“Kill you?” He cut you off. “Hmm...it would be a waste of a pretty human...I think you'd look much better as a moaning mess on my bed, rather than a blood splatter in an abandoned store...wouldn't you agree~?”

You blushed, realising what he meant. You knew he would kill you if you refused...but you didn't want to throw up at the thought of it, surprisingly, a part of you was rather curious to see how humanoid he was.

You found the strength to nod.

“I'm glad you think the same...whatever your name is.”

“It's Y/N...” You wondered where that courage came from.

“Y/N, huh? Cute...” He smiled, then lifted you up. Being too afraid to protest, you went along with it, letting him carry you as you flew to an extravagant mansion, holding tightly onto him.

Landing at the door, you wondered what kind of things he would do, hating that it somewhat excited you.

17 led you in. It was a huge building, but mostly a mess, with drink bottles, food wrappers and other junk lying around in most places, which didn't surprise you. The androids left most places in terrible states, why would they treat their home any better, especially when it was just some place they stole after killing the owners?

Grabbing you by the hand he dragged you upstairs, taking you into the master bedroom, which you imagined was his, due to the many games consoles on the floor and outfits in the wardrobe.

“Take your clothes off. Now.” He commanded and you did so, feeling a little self conscious and slightly whorish for doing this, besides, the androids had earned a reputation for being deadly beauties.

You stood, not staring him directly in the eyes, fully undressed for him. Glancing at him for a second, his eyes were full of desire, and you could see that he was hard already.

He then made a show of himself, slowly getting undressed for you. His body was not how you expected it to be. He was thin, and actually around the same height as you, and you couldn't help but notice he had some scars.

When he caught you staring at them, he told you to stop before he gave you scars of your own. He instructed you to pleasure him, so you tried to kiss him again and he bit your lip softly before you pulled away.

You decided to kiss his neck, sucking and licking it, then lightly kissed his defined collarbone down to his chest, where you decided to make a risky move by rubbing on and sucking his nipples making him moan gently, a sound you hadn't expected to hear from him but enjoyed.

For a moment you stopped, stunned he could even react in such a way, but he told you to keep going and you noticed how big his dick looked.

Dragging your tongue down his slender figure, all kinds of thoughts popped into your head. You decided to stroke his cock a few times, then use your mouth again, at first licking the tip, then the shaft, then placing your entire mouth around it, going rather slow, causing him to become impatient.

He grabbed your head and shoved his cock into your mouth, causing any sounds you made to be muffled. You sucked his dick, trying your best to please him, for fear of him becoming angry, but also because you hedonistically wanted to pleasure him, so you could earn it in return.

He was basically fucking your throat, his hips jerking involuntarily, God, he had nice hip bones, as well as good thighs, which you grabbed onto to brace yourself, your hands travelling up to his ass, when he suddenly came without warning, his hot seed spilling from your lips and pouring down your throat.

You cleaned his cock with your tongue and savoured the salty taste.

“Wow...someone's a slut~” He teased you, flicking your nose as you wiped your mouth clean. He didn't seem exhausted at all, even though he had blown his load in your mouth and there was a lot to swallow. He didn't even moan your name like you wanted, but you were uncertain if he even knew your name.

He ordered you to get on the bed, which you noted was soft and comfortable, unlike anything you had ever lay on. You rested your head on the pillow and spread your legs automatically when his body hovered over you. His arm pinned both your hands behind your head as he leaned close to your ear and said, “I know you aren't a virgin, you little whore...you better be a good girl, before I have to break you...I don't wanna break my new toy, though~”

“Won't...your sister hear us?” You weren't sure why this was at the forefront of your mind.

“18? No, she's out shopping or whatever...probably fucking someone too.”

Your heart raced as the tip of his dick touched your entrance.

“Beg for it~” He teased you again, rubbing his cock against your dripping wet pussy.

“Please, 17...I wanna be your fucktoy~” You moaned.

“Well...if you insist~” He chuckled lowly then thrusted his cock inside you, making you call out his name already. He was hard and rough, yet his cock was already deep within you.

You begged him for more, even though you could hardly think straight as your tits bounced and your back arched. He called you a dirty slut again and played with your tits, making you whine again.

He flipped you over so he could fuck you harder in another angle, his dick perfectly filling your hole.

"Fuck...you're so tight~“ He groaned as he jerked his hips forward again.

”I-I think I'm close-“ You were able to speak, but he spanked your ass, warning you, ”Not yet...you cum when I say so.“

You could tell you looked like a slut, with your back arched so much, and your eyes rolling up to the back of your head as you panted, trying not to orgasm.

Then he moaned again and with one final thrust, cummed inside you as you yelled his name, orgasming too.

His cum filled your insides and mixed with yours and ran down your inner thighs as he kept thrusting, slower this time, just to ride out the orgasm.

”Shit...no-one's made me cum so easily~“ He praised you just after pulling out.

You collapsed on the bed, your legs too weak and trembly to hold yourself up. Turning, you saw that his face was kind of red, but nowhere as near as your burning cheeks, and he didn't even pant heavily or waste time catching his breath.

He quickly gave you a towel from the bathroom to clean yourself up with and a pill. ”I don't want you getting pregnant...my sister would hate me.“ He remarked, giving you a glass of water to swallow it with.

As you got up and put your clothes back on, 17 went out of the room to get something. When he returned he had a bag full of food and water. The food was mostly snacks, but at least it was something edible and would last for a long time.

”Here's a gift, take it before I change my mind.“ You didn't expect such generosity from him. You sheepishly took the bag and he offered to fly you back to the city.

You agreed and advised him to land discreetly. On the flight, he began to talk to you.

”Just so you know...if I get the suspicion you've been with another man, I'll definitely find them...and kill 'em, got it?“

You nodded.

”Good girl...“ He praised you, making you feel warm inside. ”Now...when you go home...you can't tell anyone about this ok?“ You landed with him as he gave his final warnings.

”I will be back...“ He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, allowing his earring to twinkle in the pink glow of the sunset.

”I promise, Y/N.“

You had to hold back a gasp, but you clearly looked shocked.

”Hm?“ He raised an eyebrow.

”Nothing...I just really can't believe this...you aren't like the person I hear about at all...I didn't think you'd care to remember my name.“ You answered, feeling quite stupid for saying it aloud.

”Y/N...“ The name rolled off his tongue. ”Its fun to say...I wish my name was that nice.“ He smiled for a second, but then scowled, ”Don't get the wrong idea...“

17 turned, said goodbye plainly, then shot off into the distance.

You hoped his promise was genuine.

[taishispit]

okok so I read (and absolutely loved) ur hcs!! could you possibly elaborate more on tais dumbification kink? 👁️👁️ either a drabble or hcs or whatever you think works best! tysm if you do!! <<333

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

warnings!!!: dumbification, slight degradation, swearing, overstimulation

this is most definitely a kink of his he prefers when domming and topping but he most definitely wouldn’t mind letting you pound his brains out

first of all, you’ll be cumming multiple times before he can even fuck you

loves using his mouth, tongue, and fingers to warm you up

when you’re ready for his cock he has to make sure you’re comfortable so when pass away out you won’t be sore in unnecessary places

he’ll shove your knees up to let your legs rest on his shoulders

he’ll have to prep you with lube, this mans cock is not gonna go in without complications no matter how much he preps you

WILL MOST DEFINITELY SPIT ON YOUR HOLE BEFORE HE FUCKS YOU JUST FOR THE MENTAL IMAGE THOUGH SLJDJFKS

has to slide in agonizingly slow due to his size

when he’s all the way in, he’ll grab you by the mouth to force you to look into his eyes

“who’s my dumb little cock sleeve huh?”

loves seeing the tears well up in your eyes while his fat fucking cock sits in you and stretches you out

when you finally adjust to him he’ll start slow

but before you’re even used to the gentle pace he’ll speed up gradually and fuck you as fast as he likes

the squelching sounds you make around him makes him go feral on the spot

you’ll start spouting nonsense between moans

‘can’t take it’ ‘too fuckin fast’ ‘feels too good’

will just smuggly grin at you and grunt out about how he’s gonna fuck you stupid

it doesn’t take long before your mouth is gaping and your eyes can’t stay open on their own

you’re babbling nonsense at this point

no more coherent sentences, just moans and scarttered words of pleasure

you can barely see straight, but there’s no way you can miss his satisfied expression

his face full of ecstasy as he looks at the squirming mess he made you into

it doesn’t take much more for him to cum than the sight of you looking like your brains turned to mush because of him

he cums so much it just fills you up by tenfold

your stomach feels so warm and full of love

you can’t help but reach out with stuttering hands, feeling his cock inside you, making you so full, and his cum making you feel so warm

he’ll pin down your arms, and give you a devious smirk with that big mouth of his

“’m not done with you yet, i havn’t finished putting you through the ringer yet, my stupid little plaything”

i hope you like not being able to walk for days at a time👨🏻‍🦽💨

“t-tai, please god, if you lick me there for hngh~ much longer, i’ll- i’ll go insane. fuck!” your pleas only push him to suck harder at your most sensitive areas. he’s so dedicated to turning you into putty. pressure on your abdomen, tongue to your sex, and two thick fingers inside you, you could feel your release hitting you like a slap to the face. your nails dug into his soft blond locks and your thighs clenched around his head. may god have mercy on you, cause taishiro never had any to begin with.

taishiro’s chin was soaked with his own spit and your cum, but that didn’t slow him down a bit. in fact, you could almost see hearts in his eyes as he swiped his tongue across your mess on his swollen lips. “you’re delicious sweetheart. wanna taste?” before you could even muster up a response, you could taste yourself on him. it never crossed your mind that your cum would taste so delicious to yourself, but having it from taishiro’s mouth made you all the more excited.

tai made sure you were comfortable before he continued on. he fluffed the pillow under your head, smoothed out the comforter under your body, and just all around made sure you felt safe and secure before he could fuck your brains out. “you okay sweetheart? i need to know ya feel okay before i destroy you, darlin’.” his whisper sends chills down your spine and the pressing of hips against yours makes your sex twitch with anticipation. you nod to him and spread yourself wider for his aching cock.

despite the overwhelming amount of preparation and lube taishiro used on you, it was still so hard to take him inside you, even though your hole was so greedy for him. “fuck baby, you’re so tight, i’m so sorry i didn’t loosen you up enough.” he did loosen you up, as much as he possibly could. you tried to tell him he did all he could, but his puppy dog eyes compelled you to pull him closer and kiss his forehead. “i’m okay tai, start slow, and then get as rough as you want. use me.” it wasn’t hard for him to comply without a second thought. he locked his golden eyes with yours as he spit directly where you and him connected before he started inching inside you.

he twitched and grunted as he bottomed out inside of you, making you let out a heavy whimper. your entire body shook at the feeling of your man completely filling you up, and your mind started to fog with lust. the pinching sensation was barely noticeable, but still there nonetheless. he carded his fingers through your hair soothingly. “‘m gonna start gentle, sweetheart. i’ll let you get used to it, but i can’t promise i’ll be kind the whole time. to be fair, that’s what you asked for ain’t it?” he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “who’s my stupid cock sleeve, huh?” his smirk had your knees buckling. you were about to realize you unleashed a beast inside him that you couldn’t control.

he was relentless, each thrust had you shoved further into the mattress. the slapping of his skin to yours and the squelching sounds you made for him was driving him insane. taishiro didn’t take long to start fucking you as hard as humanly possible. the way he slammed into you was almost inhumane, turning you into a blubbering mess for him. “tai, i-i’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” you whimpered, barely above a whisper. he leaned in next to your ear as he continued wrecking your insides. “that’s the idea, angel.” your neck was soon occupied by your man’s mouth as he left his visible claim on you.

remorseless as ever, taishiro had you where he wanted you. your words were slurred and you were babbling on about how fucking good he felt and how he was so fast you couldn’t take it. with faltering eyelids, mouth agape, and drool rolling down your chin, you tried to keep your eyes from rolling back to look at taishiro. your sentence was so jumbled even you could barely understand it. even through the stars in your field of view, you could see tai’s satisfied grin plastered on his smug face.

not long after your words turned to some lust filled game of telephone, you felt yourself on the edge, and so did taishiro. your fluttering walls squeezing down on his cock was a dead give away, and it brought him closer to his own release. still sputtering out about how good taishiro fucked you, he took the opportunity to reach down and play with your sex. your broken moans and slurred words had taishiro’s chest swelling with pride. the sensation of taishiro filling you up and touching your most sensitive areas had you on a cloud of ecstasy, and it didn’t take much longer for another orgasm to take over your body. you had no idea how many this was, you’d lost track as soon as he had your legs around his neck.

not that much longer after you, taishiro reached his climax. his cum spilled inside you, filling you to the brim with his love. your shaky hands instinctively reached to your stomach to feel the warmth he left inside you. before you could completely feel the bulge in your tummy, your hands were above your head, pinned to the pillow wet with your sweat and drool. a devilish smirk spread across his big mouth that made you tremble. “‘m not done fuckin’ your brain’s out just yet, my little fucktoy. it’s gonna be a long night for you, dumb mutt.”

i hope you liked this, i think this is the best i’ve wrote in my entire life 👁👄👁

[sherrybaby14]

Make Me Beg

Request:  God could u PLEASE write a smutty Bucky x Reader fanfic, where the reader wants to be his lil fucktoy? Inc. spanking, dirty talk from both sides and choking pls? (Just if you’re ok with it, but I’m a whore for him ) ;)

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Words: 1100 Just a drabble

Warnings:  Rough smut, biting, dirty talk, choking…this has zero plot. (Left out spanking, wasn’t in the mood).      

“Please.”  You gasped as he threw you against the wall, running his nose over your shoulder and up your neck, breathing you in as his wrists held your own above your head.  “Please fuck me.  I want to be your toy.”  

“You’re already my toy.”  He moved back down your neck, dragging his tongue and then stopping at the crook.  He covered you with his mouth and bit down hard.

The pain made you wince.  Then when he ground his teeth you had to bite back the moan.  It hurt, but it hurt so good as even more of your body’s liquids went between your thighs.  

“Fuck.  Please?  I know I’m your toy, but I want to be your fuck toy.”  You let your head hit the wall.  “Fuck me.  Please?”  

He chuckled as his teeth left your throat.  The skin throbbed and you moaned imagining the bruise it was going to leave.  

“You don’t deserve to get fucked.”  He pressed his body to yours, digging into you.  His cock rubbed against your pussy, torturing you even more because he was so hard.

“Mmmm,” you let out the moan.  

You rocked your body against his, hips up and down.  He was pining you in place, but he was close.  A smile spread across your face as you opened your mouth.  

“Oh you bitch.”  He grunted as your teeth sank into him.  Deep.  

He let out a moan, but didn’t pull away. An evil wave of pleasure came over you as you tried to hump his body and grind your teeth at the same time.  You hoped your broke the skin.  

“Fuck me baby.  I hope you’re enjoying this because you’re going to pay for it soon.”  There was anger in his voice, but you knew he liked it and you certainly did.  

You dragged the bite out, pulling at his skin, enjoying the way it felt between your teeth.  One of his hands let go of your wrists, he formed a fist and pressed his knuckles into your ribs.  You moaned, loving the way it stung, the way it would ache later and remind you of him.  And of course the bruise it would leave.  

“I want to fuck you.”  The new position gave you a free hand.  

You brought it to his face and put your fingers under his chin, staring right in his eyes.  The look of anger and lust leering at you made you swoon.  You were about to moan when he dug his knuckles deeper into your ribs.  That time hard enough you tried to wiggle away.  

“I’m your toy.”  Maybe you had pushed him too far.  “Please?  Please play with me?”  

“Oh you’re cute.”  Both hands left your body and he stepped away.

You started to fall, not expecting the change.  Your clit missed the pressure from him, but before you could pout his hand tangled into your hair.  

“Ow!” You reached up and grabbed his wrist as slammed you back against the wall.  He yanked your hair so hard you went up on your tip toes.  

“That’s a fun word.”  His forearm pinned your neck to the wall.

You brought your hands are it, knowing you had to keep your neck straight or risk passing out.  He leaned forward, putting more pressure on your throat.  You struggled to swallow, scared he was going to cut your air off.  

“You are so wet.”  His cock poked at your entrance and you felt like your legs were going to give out.  “I could slide inside you right now…if I wanted.”

“Please.” You got the word out.  

“Oh you can still talk?”  He put more pressure on your throat and yanked your hair harder, making you go almost on point.  

You dug your fingers harder into his arm, trying to pull him away and put some weight on him.  

“How about now?”  His eyes flashed at you.  

You shook your head as little as you could and felt your eyes start to water.  You focused on breathing, not wanting to pass out at all.  

“Think you could bite me now?”  He snapped his teeth at you.  

Again you gave a tiny shake.  You wanted to lower yourself, take some pressure off, breathe again, but most of all you wanted him inside you.  It was torture feeling his cock right outside your body.  

“Oh you are a toy, my favorite toy.”  He pressed forward only a little, his head barely inside of you.  “Between the tears and dripping mess between your legs I would say you’re a water toy.”  

Your eyes popped open and you started to struggle.  Not sure you liked where he was going with this.  

“I love that fear darling.  When you realize what you signed up for.  That you think maybe it was a mistake. I am too much for you.  That you can’t handle me.”  He rolled his teeth across his lip.  “But remember, you’re my favorite toy.  And I don’t want a broken one.”  

With that he released his arm and your hair.  You fell against his chest coughing as he slid inside of you.  The pleasure at finally having him melded with the ache in your scalp and the burn in your throat.  

His hands moved to your thighs and he lifted you up, slamming his cock in you at full force.  You put your arms around his neck and scratched your nails over his head as you kissed at his shoulders, the ecstasy of finally having him too much.  

“I crave you.”  You were panting, rolling your hips to rub your clit against him, not that you needed it.  You were over stimulated and knew cumming was imminent.  “I want to be good for you.”  

“You are good.”  He dug his fingers hard into your thigh, another bruise you looked forward to.  “You are my good girl.  Say it.”  

“I’m your good girl.”  Your back slammed against the wall, but as soon as the words left your mouth your orgasm ripped across your entire body.  “I’m your good girl.”  

“That’s right princess.”  He didn’t slow down,  plowing into you, banging your body against the wall with each thrust.  “My good girl, my toy, MINE.”

You were melting, drowning in him and the pleasure he brought you.  It was amazing.   He was going to fuck another orgasm into you,  even if your body couldn’t handle it.  You started to whine and whimper, almost trying to wiggle out of his grasp.  

“That’s right.  Struggle for me.”  He kissed your neck.  “Like the good girl you are.”

[voltagesmutter]

Eisuke x OC - Daddy’s home [Smut]

Second chapter of your romance with Eisuke, him returning home after being away. Rough nsfw ahead!

You weren't sure how long Eisuke and you had been ‘dating’. You say dating very loosely, you weren't really sure what you’d call it. He called you his and would take you whenever and wherever he wanted, he’d tease you in front of the other bidders, getting a kick out of your flusteredness. He would take you to these fancy events, then spend most of the evening ignoring you and quite frankly it was getting frustrating. He would claim you as his in front of the other bidders, but never his as yours. You had never seen him with another woman however which gave you hope, but longed to know.

He was currently away on business and had been gone several days, you had to admit you did miss but it was nice not having to get him a god-damn coffee nearly every hour. It also gave your body a rest, the night before he left he was pounding into you from sunrise to sunset through to sunrise. It was rough and relentless and whilst you loved it, you were unable to walk for the next day. 

Since he’d been gone you hadn’t heard a word from him, not even a message to say he had arrived wherever he was safely. Quiet frankly it pissed you off, you missed him, you missed that stupid smirk he would make, his voice but mainly you missed his touch. The way he touched you and knew your body made you shiver with pleasure, the noises he made when he touched you was music to his ears. He loved making you purr and moan but it was only before he left he made a request. He wanted you to call him daddy. At first you hated it, it felt weird but once he got into his dominating ways, pounding into you, it just slipped out of you naturally. It had spurred him on, making him snap, he had to stop for a moment out of fear he would cum right then when you said it. 

“Ugh!” You sighed, pushing your face into the sofa.

“Ya alright there kiddo?” Mamoru asked, pouting as you was taking up the whole sofa so he was unable to nap there.

“I’m friggin bored, how do you do this like everyday, absolutely nothing,” You ask, turning on your side to face the detective who chuckled.

“Nap, sleep, nap, smoke, nap, smoke more, drink, nap, its quiet an easy routine,” He laughs before standing up.

“Now move ya ass so I can get on with that nap,” He adds, pulling your feet gently. You protested, you were on the sofa first. Clearly unimpressed with your action, the detective tugged you harder, the two of you ended up play- fighting as he clung to your legs, you kicking back giggling. He tugged you one more time, causing you to move down the sofa more and accidentally kicking him in the stomach, where he doubled over and fell on top of you. His face landed between your thighs.

“I’d get up right now if you want to live, you know the boss has cameras in here somewhere,” Soryu says, his eyes not looking up from the book. Mamoru stands up as quickly as he fell, his face slightly red.

“Did you just say he has cameras in here?” You ask, turning to Soryu, pulling yourself up to sit properly on the chair. Soryu nods, still not looking up.

“After Baba’s stunt at the event that night, he had cameras put in here to keep tabs on what is his, he hates people getting too close to what he owns,” Soryu says, his eyes glinting at Mamoru, who had made sure to sit on the sofa at a distance from you. You scoffed in response.

“What's his? The arsehole couldn’t even tell me where he was going or how long he would be gone! I’m his fucktoy, that's all I am to him,” You yell, shoving your middle finger in the air, you didn’t know where his secret cameras were but you hoped he saw that. In anger you stormed off into your room.

“Fucking cameras, whats mine my arse,” You mutter as you go into your room. And just on queue, your phone rings and you see Eisuke’s name lighting up your phone.

“Tomorrow. I’ll be back tomorrow,” He says sharply to the phone. So he did have cameras, clearly listening to what you had just yelled.

“How thoughtful of you to tell me,” You respond bleakly. 

“Tell that damn detective to keep his hands off what's mine, unless you're wanting to be punished,” He mutters down the phone. You roll your eyes at his threat.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,”. Motherfucker, did he cameras in your room? “You have cameras in my room?” You ask bluntly. 

“No, I just know you and your attitude little girl,” He responds. Oh, maybe you was wrong about him…

“I’ll text you when I’m coming on my way home tomorrow, be ready for me,” He adds before the line bleeps. This is exactly what you were saying, he can be sweet at times then stone cold the next! You had no idea where you stood with this man, maybe you was just a sex toy to him and that he owned. 

Sighing you freshen up and later than night you head down to enjoy some time with the others before arsehole came back. It was only you and Baba tonight and you grabbed yourself a drink.

“Do you want anything?” You asked the thief.

“No princess I’m good,” He says as he glances over his documents. You head over to him and sit on the sofa opposite, wrapping your legs under you. 

“I um, I actually wanted to chat, my lady,” He says, placing his document on the table and looking at you. He leans forward and gently takes your hands.

“Watch it, you know who is watching with his secret cameras,” You say, looking up and around trying to spot them. Baba chuckles.

“Princess, that's just a joke, did Soryu tell you that? Let me guess Mamoru or Ota got too close to you and he said Eisuke has cameras hidden,” He says through chuckles. Wait Soryu wasn’t serious?

“Look, don’t be so hard on the boss, you're the longest a woman has stuck around him, normally the day after they no longer are interested moving onto the next tycoon they can milk for the night. When he says you are his, he means it princess. Sure he jokes, but this is new to him, he’s never been one for admitting his feelings,” Baba says, giving your hands a little squeeze. Your heart melted a little and you felt awful for being such a bitch about him earlier.

“Baba, I have something I want to do, could you help me?” You ask, your cheeks flushed as your mind raced with an idea. 

--

The next day, Eisuke had texted you he would be back within the hour. You had asked Baba the previous night to just make all the bidders were out of the penthouse for when Eisuke came home. You rushed into his room and stripped yourself of your clothes except for your lacy thong and stockings. You went into his wardrobe and put on one of his lavender shirts, only doing it half way up, leaving your naked breasts partly on show and rolling up the sleeves. You kept on your red bottom stilettos, you had finally mastered how to walk in them and left into the living room. You were unsure how long he would be, so you got into position ready for him at any moment. You bent yourself over the arm of his favourite armchair, your blonde hair high up in a pony, your ass sticking high in the air, his shirt rising high, displaying half of your ass from under his shirt and waited. You were unsure of how long you were in the position, your legs started to feel slightly weak. And then you heard him.

“Welcome home daddy,” You said seductively, pushing your chest off the chair, still bending over it, your ass sticking out. He didn’t say a word, just stared at you before casually strutting over to you. He gripped your waist, pushing his crotch against you, you could feel his hardening member against you and pushed back to grind against it.

“I’ve heard you’ve been a bad girl,” He says, pressing his fingers harshly into your skin.

“I just wanted to get daddy's attention,” You respond, grinding hard against him, earning a growl from his throat. You press yourself as far back against him as you, feeling him fully erect.

“I’ve been thinking about him ever since he left, in fact, I had to use my fingers the other night pretending they were his, I’ve been waiting for him to come back and punish me,” You whisper, looking over your shoulder at him. His face looked like nothing you saw before, it was completely laced with lust and an animalistic growl came from his throat. One of his hands, dipped between your underwear and vigorously rubbed against your slit, his fingers soaked from your touch and you let out a small cry of pleasure. You felt his grip loosen and the sound of his zipper and clothes falling to the floor before he moved your panties to the side and pressed his throbbing member against you.

“Who can only make you this wet,” He growls, slipping his tip inside you then back, waiting for your response. You moan sweetly and grip onto the armchair.

“Only you daddy,” You respond, grinding back against him. 

“Good girl,” He responds before slamming himself into you, making you cry out his name and arching your back instantaneously. His entrance was so powerful you felt yourself tightening around him already.

“Oh! Oh..! Daddy I’m gonna,” You manage, throwing your head back, your skin tingling like it was on fire and your body shook as you had orgasmed around his cock. You were almost crying from pleasure. A growl from behind you responded to you. He gripped onto your waist tightly, ensuring bruises would be left and slammed himself violently into you. He threw his head back, pounding into you at inhuman pace. You grip onto the arm of the chair, it shook with the vibration of your body. Eisuke was getting close, you could feel him beginning to throb inside you. Wanting to finish with him, you knew exactly what to do, you needed to beg.

‘Daddy, Oh! Oh god, make me cum, please!” You panted, feeling yourself tighten around him. He reached one arm down and fiercely toyed with your clit. You cried so in a way you had never before and orgasmed violently around him with no warning. He followed seconds later, his hips snapping against yours riding you both down from your intense releases. Panting violently, you collapse against the chair bur Eisuke gives you no time to recover. He pulls out of you and turns you around, admiring you in his shirt. He wraps his arms gently around your waist and you wrap yours around his neck, him pressing you against him as you both pant in unison. 

‘You should greet me like that everyday,” He smirks. You missed that smirk, you missed the whole of him.

“That was a treat for being gone so long and making me…” You start before going quieter, trailing the end of your sentence. He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Use them fingers of yours?” He says with a wink. You giggle slightly.

“That, and because I missed you,” You said, your cheeks slightly rising in colour. He looks down and kisses you gently.

“I missed you too,” He replies.

“You know, you missed a right show with these fingers, I even think your name slipped out of my mouth a few times,” You whisper into his ear. He growls before throwing you over his shoulder and smacks your ass harshly. 

“Your going to be punished for not showing me,” He growls carrying you into his bedroom where he throws you down onto the bed. He unbuttons his shirt slowly.

“So I’m an arsehole am I? And your just a fucktoy?” He says with a smirk, your face going violently red, you knew you was about to be punished big time and you couldn’t wait. 

“How did!” You start before he pounces on top of you.

“I have my resources, now let me remind who owns you,” He growls.

---

Soryu couldn’t help but chuckle that you believed Eisuke had set up cameras, she was too pure. Eisuke had asked him to keep an eye on you whilst he was away. Whilst he hated that detective, he knew if he told Eisuke he had fallen face first into his woman's thighs he could have him hunted down. After you little outburst he quickly dialled Eisuke.

“Yeah boss, she believes the cameras is true, the detective got abit too playful, she’s mad you haven’t spoken to her or let her know when you’ll be back, oh and she called you an arsehole and referred to herself as your fucktoy,” You said down the phone. She was too good for him, he felt angry Eisuke had just abandoned you and left you. He just wanted to snatch you away, he’d never treat you like that, you would always be his priority. Soryu knew Eisuke had important meetings and wouldn’t be back for a few more days.

“What are we doing here Mitsunari?” Soryu asked, all of you were sat in the hotel bar. He was worried about (Y/N) being alone.

“Didn’t ya hear? Boss is back any minute, (Y/N) wanted the penthouse alone, reckon she has some sexy surprise for him,” Baba replied. All of the men around the table had lusted for you, each of them wanting to sweep you away. Your heart sank slightly at the thought of her waiting for him. Mamoru and Ota left the table to get a drink, leaving you and Baba alone.

“I know you feel how I do, that she’s too good for him, but we have to accept that she is his,” Baba says to you.

“When did you get so wise old man,” The pair of you chuckle.

“We just have to make sure we’re there for her if anything happens,” He adds.

Eisuke was your closest friend, not that either of you would admit it. You knew how he felt over that girl, he admitted he might be in love with her, the billionaire was confused by the feeling having never experienced it before. 

“I think he loves her Mitsunari, when has ever cut a business trip short? And I think she might love him back, she’s his Mitsunari, we have to accept it,” You say with a weak smile.

Eisuke - Part 3

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❝ gamin’ together ❞ jjk ― m.

― summary: with your boyfriend playing video games, you get needy for his attention

jungkook/reader | gamer boyfriend!jungkook | smut, fluff | 3.7k ↬ content warnings: cockwarming, humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, punishment, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, daddy kink, squirting, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating (jk eats his own cum out of u)

a/n: this fic is a part of the together series! so enjoy some boyfriend!jk vibes~

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You could hear the sound of guns and explosions from the living room along with your boyfriend shouting profanities in response. You snuggled into his pillow, gazing at your own TV that played Mulan; you had decided to watch movies instead of watching Jungkook play video games. It'd been 3 hours and you were missing him although he was just a few feet away from you. Inhaling his scent, you let out a soft sigh.

In the back of your mind you remembered how the other night he had covered your head with his pillow whispering a harsh "shut your fucking mouth, you're too loud, slut,".

Immediately, you felt your entire body heat up with the idea of fucking your boyfriend. To say he was a god with his hips was an understatement; he had a cock you could spend your entire life choking on. Thick and long, hitting your spots with practiced ease and forcing orgasm after orgasm from you while whispering absolute filth in your ear.

You sat up and promptly crept out of your bedroom -- your movie now forgotten in favor of focusing on the heat settling in the pit of your stomach. Standing in the hallway, you could see your boyfriend sitting on the floor, back resting against the couch as his fingers moved rapidly over his PlayStation controller. His eyes were narrowed and his brows were furrowed as he concentrated on not dying in his game.

Still, as you crept forward, even though he was playing his game he caught sight of you and smiled.

"Hey babygirl," He greeted, grinning brightly at you.

"Hi," You mumbled, approaching him slowly before kneeling down beside him.

He didn't say much or react much to your appearance otherwise as a new match on his game began, directing his attention to the TV once again. Leaning forward, your lips found his neck to pepper soft kisses against his skin. Jungkook tilted his head, swallowing thickly to allow you more room to kiss and nip. His shoulders rose and fell heavily with a sigh before he spoke again.

"What are you up to?" He asked, tone not conveying any feelings on your actions.

"I want you," You replied, a pout evident in your voice. Jungkook chuckled, lightly shaking his head before taking a quick second to push you away from him.

"I'm busy right now, you know?" You would have taken his words as rejection if you hadn't picked up the playful tone in his voice.

"C'mon Kook," You whined, resting your head on his shoulder -- inhaling his sweet, calm scent.

"We just had sex two days ago," He laughed, shaking his head while keeping his eyes on the TV screen. "Haven't you gotten enough?"

"No," You whined again, scooting closer and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. "Always want more of you,"

"Well I don't know what you want me to do about it," He teased, unable to hide his grin. "You've got two hands, babe,"

"Kook," You groaned, fisting his t-shirt now. "I want your cock,"

"Yeah?" His teasing tone was gone now and he licked his lips. The round ended on his game and you leaned back, resting his controller on his lap. "Get me hard and you can have it, sweetheart,"

You nearly squealed in excitement, scooting down to lie between his spread legs. However, just as you were about to pull his sweats down he tangled his hand in your hair to stop you.

"I need you to be a good girl, though, and let me play my game in peace -- got it?" You nodded desperately, hand creeping across his thigh to where he was half hard in his sweats.

The music from his game resumed louder and he picked up his controller, abandoning his hold on your hair. You pulled the waistband of his sweats down, wrapping your hand around his warm length. He was becoming hard quickly and you couldn't resist wrapping your lips around his tip, drawing a barely-there grunt from him. Smiling to yourself, you swirled your tongue around him -- humming contentedly at his taste.

Jungkook's fingers were still busy and aside from soft sighs and grunts as you began to suck his hardened cock, he was the perfect picture of unbothered. You closed your eyes, taking him in completely until he pushed past your gag reflex and caused you to choke. However, instead of pulling away, you continued on. Jungkook loved it when you choked around him and the way his cock throbbed on your tongue proved it. The taste of his precum had you sighing, loving his taste and as a result, you felt yourself gush. You could truly live your life wrapped around his cock -- hot and thick, throbbing on your tongue.

You pulled back a bit, reaching further into his sweats to cup his balls, immediately making his body tense up. He cursed softly, eyes flicking down to glare at you for pulling a dirty trick. He was sensitive, always responsive to your touches and you'd learned long ago how to manipulate his body.

"I said get me hard, not get me off, you little whore," He snapped, eyes dark as he glared at the screen once again. A shiver traveled down your spine as you fought a smirk, loving when Jungkook became this dark, rough man who would fuck you like you were nothing but a fucktoy; only to treat you like you were his world when he was finished.

"Sorry Daddy," You muttered, smirking once again when he growled deep in his chest.

You didn't get to continue sucking him off at the moment the round of his game ended, he slammed his controller down and yanked you back up.

"You wanna be a disobedient slut, then you'll be punished like one," He snapped, roughly yanking your (his) t-shirt off your body. He left painful lines in his wake as his nails raked down your thighs while yanking your shorts and panties off. "Sit on my fucking cock,"

"I'm not wet enough, Daddy," You complained, pouting when he narrowed his eyes at you.

Rough fingers slid between your thighs to find you dripping entrance, sliding two fingers into you easily.

"Not wet enough, my ass, little liar," He scoffed but still pumped his fingers inside you, raking roughly against your g-spot to make you gush a little more for him. When he pulled his fingers out, he laid a sharp smack on your clit, drawing a whine from you. "Now, sit on my cock, slut,"

You did as you were asked, straddling his thighs to position yourself above his shaft. Your hand wrapped around him gently but still managed to drag a groan from him before you were sinking down -- slowly taking him inside your cunt.

"Fuck!" You cried, grinding against his, relief flooding your system at finally being deliciously filled by your boyfriend's thick cock.

"Don't fucking move," Strong fingers wrapped around your hair, forcing you to look at him. "You're gonna sit on my cock, nice and still,"

"I don't wanna cockwarm, Daddy," You whined, squirming on his cock until he delivered a harsh slap to your thigh.

"I don't give a shit what you want," He snapped, bringing his face so close to yours you could smell the hot chocolate on his breath. "You want to act like a needy little bitch, then you will sit here and be patient while I finish my game. It's your punishment,"

The sound of his match resuming was your only signal before he released you and pulled you to his chest. Holding his controller around your back, you hid your face in his neck while stuffed with his fat cock.

You felt like you were entering another planet, feeling your head go hazy for a moment. You were enveloped in your boyfriends comforting scent with his strong arms around you. Every once in a while he would press a soft kiss against your head, making you smile. His cock was pulsing inside you, so incredibly hard and putting pressure against your g-spot enough to make your thighs tremble but nowhere near enough to be orgasmic.

It felt like an eternity passed and before you even realized what you were doing, you were whimpering against him as you pressed soft kisses to his neck. Jungkook groaned but leaned away from you a bit as you latched onto a sensitive part of his skin.

There was a loud explosion from his game followed by Jungkook slamming his controller down.

He didn't say a word instead gripping your hips and moving forward, pinning you to the floor in front of him. You squeaked when he pulled his cock from your warmth, making you clench desperately around nothing. Your little whines turned into full-blown cries when suddenly three sharp slaps rained down on your vulnerable cunt -- a punishment for making him lose.

"You just don't want to be good today, do you?" He asked, breathing heavily and settling a glare on you. His cock was still hard, dripping precum on your skin.

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy," You choked out, making Jungkook coo softly at you.

"I know you are baby," To ease the sting he had caused from his hits, he ran his fingers gently along your folds, spreading your wetness up to your clit and circling to bud in apology. "You just can't help being a needy slut, isn't that right?"

"Yes Daddy," You agreed, relaxing into his touch as he soothed the sting. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your pouting lips -- the first kiss you've shared and it was more chaste than the situation you were in.

"Do you think you can be good now?" He asked, sitting you up to be in his lap once more. He was in his original position now and you realized he had paused the game.

"Yes Daddy," You once again agreed, not like you'd even think of telling him no.

"That's my good girl," He kissed your lips again, a much deeper and loving kiss. "But you're gonna turn around now so you don't distract me, alright?"

With your back pressed against his chest and legs spread obscenely to leave you exposed in the otherwise empty room. He fisted his own cock for a moment, his foreskin rolling over the leaking head before he was pressing into your entrance. Once he slid home, your thighs slammed closed at the feeling, this angle having him touch your g-spot just the way you liked it. Tears stung your eyes at the teasing stimulation; he was hard and stretching you so well but you had no idea how long it would be until he would finally fuck you.

And once again, you were speared on his cock and left to wait was he played his game. This time, however, your eyes were focused on the screen -- if you behaved then he would be more likely to reward you. To keep your mind of his thick cock inside you, you watched as he played his video game.

He seemed to play hundreds of rounds, sitting behind you with his thumbs moving violently on the controller in front of you. He wasn't paying you any attention and occasionally his body would jolt, forcing his cock to move inside you. You whined, gripping his sweats in your fists, panting as you felt like you were being edged. The tingling of an orgasm wanting to form but lacking the stimulation to achieve it. Jungkook knew your struggle too as you could feel him chuckle every time you released a whine.

He was such a monster.

Then after what was really just his 6th round, he finally left the game to go to the home screen. Swallowing thickly, the theme music filled the game instead of the loud explosions and fighting that had been going for the last hour or so.

"You were such a good girl," Jungkook praised, leaning forward to put his controller on the table. You whined, clenching your thighs together tighter when his cock ground against your g-spot again. "I think you deserve a reward, isn't that right?"

"Please Daddy," You begged, biting your lip when he settled back again.

Warm hands cupped your thighs, spreading them to expose your soaking cunt once more. He pressed soft kisses against your bare shoulder, cupping your breasts and making you whine. He hummed, one hand abandoning your breasts to cup between your thighs, middle finger sliding between your folds. You whined, reaching behind you to clutch his hair and t-shirt in your fists as his finger circle your hard clit. He groaned, feeling your cunt clench around him tight as he played with your bud.

"You can cum for me," He cooed, fingers pinching your nipple as his lips left marks along your skin. He could tell you were close, knowing all your signals like the back of his hand. "Cum on my cock, baby girl,"

With a muted shout of his name, you were arching in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed your body. He held you close to him, fingers slowing their touches on your clit to help you come down from your high. You were faintly aware of the gentle praises and dirty words he whispered in your ear as you came, stuffed full of his cock and wrapped up against his strong chest.

You came down, panting and relaxing your hold on him.

"Thank you, Daddy," You whispered, sitting up more now.

"Good girl," Jungkook praised, running his nails along your sides.

"C-Can you fuck me now?" Jungkook hummed at your question but nodded.

"You can fuck yourself on my cock," He mumbled, gripping your hips to pull you up so just the head of his cock was inside you.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm and your thighs were trembling. Relying heavily on Jungkook's support, you let him lead you into a comfortable pace of riding him. Your hands found his, holding your hips tightly as the solid sound of skin meeting skin filled the space. You were so wet, it was dripping down your thighs and down Jungkook's balls -- so messy.

Just the way you two liked it.

"God, I'm gonna cum again!" You cried, almost shocked at how fast he was forcing you into another orgasm.

"Hmm, are you?" He cooed, though his tone was teasing.

He stopped suddenly, making you sink completely down on him. You took a moment to catch your breath, leading Jungkook's hands from your hips to your breasts. He hummed, giving you your time to calm down by cup your breasts and pinch your sensitive nipples. You knew he was edging you, teasing you by denying you another orgasm; it was a nasty, mean game he liked to play.

Some nights, he would edge you to the point of tears. You hoped this wasn't one of those nights.

"Hmm, how does five sound to you?" He asked suddenly, letting you grind against his cock for a moment.

"F-Five?" You repeated dumbly, already knowing what he meant.

"Mhmm," He hummed, kissing your shoulder blade softly. "You're gonna cum five times, alright?"

"Yeah,"

"What was that?" He snapped, slapping your thigh sharply.

"Y-Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy," You fixed, cunt clenching painfully around his cock when he slapped you.

"That's my good girl," He cooed, abandoning his task on playing with your breasts to hold your hips again.

You were still pretty close from being denied last time, so when you started fucking yourself on his cock again you were immediately close again. This was only orgasm number two and you were already breathless and oversensitive. Your fingers found your clit and it only took a tiny little touch before you were cumming.

As your walls closed around him, you cried out at the pleasure flying through you again. Your cries died down into sharp gasps as you trembled, your legs feeling weak by the end of it. Jungkook was panting now, restraining himself from coming too early. You ground against him once more, easing the remnants of your orgasm through your body until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

"Good, sweetheart?" He asked, gentle hands rubbing your back along your spine. He knew you could take more but he also knew how much you adored him checking in on you.

You leaned back so your back was pressed against his chest again, craning your neck to pull him into a kiss. With his arms wrapped around you again, his fingers found your clit. You cried out, pulling away from the kiss and slamming your thighs shut around his hand.

"Hey now," He chastised, pulling your thighs apart roughly. "Behave,"

"S-Sorry...'m sensitive," Your words were slurred, already feeling a little sluggish from two orgasms.

"I know you are, but you can do it," He chuckled, wrapping one arm around you and planting both feet on the floor.

You whined, knowing what was coming. The position and power of his hips had you crying out in seconds as his cock pounded into your g-spot with terrifying accuracy. Your whole body was trembling, your cunt clenching around his cock almost painfully.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You nearly screamed, reaching down to grip his hand that was touching your poor, sensitive clit.

"You gonna make a mess for me, baby?" He cooed and then you knew what he wanted.

Jungkook loved to ruin you -- turn you into a complete mess at his hands.

Your mouth fell open but no noise came out as another orgasm overwhelmed you completely. Eyes rolling back, your entire head became fuzzy with the force of your orgasm. You could hear Jungkook laugh as little droplets splattered on both your bodies and all around you. His fingers were unstoppable as he forced your orgasm to new heights.

Before long, you couldn't handle it and you pulled yourself off his cock.

"What a messy baby," Jungkook's voice had a condescending gloat to it, a shit-eating smirk of pride on his face.

"You're gonna kill me," You whined, body beginning to relax. His fingers trailed through the mess on your body.

"We're not done, still two more to go,"

You barely caught your breath before you and Jungkook swapped places. You found yourself bent over the couch, knees digging into the carpet with Jungkook kneeling behind you. You nearly choked as he slid his cock back inside you, his cock much deeper this time.

His pace was unforgiving, growing closer to his own orgasm. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer -- he had been just as worked up as you from having you sit on him. His balls slapped against your clit, a fleeting but comfortable amount of pleasure on your bud.

Burying your face in the soft cushion beneath you, you muffled your noises slightly. Jungkook's hand slapped your ass, hard enough to make your body lock up in response. One hand tangled on your hair, pinning you down harder as he fucked you brutally.

"I'm gonna cum," He growled, tossing his head back to moan.

"C-Cum inside, please!" You cried, spreading your thighs farther apart.

Sinking to the hilt inside you, your own orgasm was triggered by the flood of his cum filling you up. You trembled against the couch, mouth open but only muted gasps coming out. You could feel every pulse and twice of his cock as he came, his grip on your hair becoming tighter as his orgasm crested.

A gentle hand slid down your back, settling on the small of your back before he pulled out. You clenched around nothing, desperate to keep his cum from leaking. However, you felt a stray drop dribble down your thigh before Jungkook's nimble fingers caught it.

"On the couch, baby,"

You remembered you still had one more orgasm to go and you did as you asked. Sitting on the couch, you kept your thighs spread for him -- your clenching cunt leaking his cum on display for him.

He groaned, popping his cum-coated finger into your mouth. His bitter, almost salty taste on your tongue was exciting -- you truly loved the taste of his cum.

"L-Last one," You whispered, Jungkook looking up through his sweaty bangs to smile at you.

He was on his knees in front of you, hands braced on your inner thighs to keep you spread. His tongue swirled around your clit, making your hips jump beneath him -- you felt as if you'd never been this sensitive in your life. Truthfully, only Jungkook could ever have this effect on you.

His tongue greedily ate up his own cum and he moaned at his own taste. You gripped his hair tightly in your hands, tossing your head back to moan his name. Pushing his bangs out of his face, you were met with heated eyes gazing up at you, getting a little peek of his tongue as he cleaned up his own mess. The sight was absolutely filthy and you felt yourself clench, pushing more of his cum out onto his greedy tongue.

"I-I'm close again," You whined, receiving only a hum of acknowledgment from him.

His eyes were still on you, watching and waiting for you to cum this last time for him.

He got his wish only a moment later as you head fell back against the couch and you arched, giving him the last of his cum mixed with your own -- which he tasted with an eager moan. His lips circled around your clit, suckling on the little bud as you came.

As you came down, you finally pushed him away and closed your thighs -- saving yourself from possible teasing he might want to do.

He was smiling as he leaned over your trembling body, finding your lips in a heated kiss. You could taste his cum and yours on his lips and you sighed, wrapping your arms around him to deepen the kiss.

"Hmm, I love you," He muttered, barely breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," Was your easy reply, running your fingers through his hair.

"How about we take a shower and watch a movie?" He offered, pecking your nose softly once the kiss was broken.

"Actually, I kind of want to play Skyrim," Your words only made him laugh, resting his head on your chest.

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[calteahood]

Needy {Luke Hemmings}

Rating: M — Please be 18+ to read! Requested: Yes! "morning. sex. cal or lukey lazy roll around in bed kinda day 1st since the youngblood tour ended at the end petunia or duke jump on the bed!" Warnings: SMUT! Includes: mentions of daddy kink (not actually used though), unprotected sex, & slightly nasty morning sex. Word Count: 2.2k Author's Note: Hi guys! I loved this ask so much, so I hope you guys love it too. Morning!Luke packs a punch! I changed the ask a tiny bit, but it's basically still the same concept. I also tried to keep the sex soft, but of course, with me being me I made it a little nasty here and there. But it's okay, we all like nasty smut anyway. Enjoy you guys! xx

Masterlist

It wasn't the early morning light that woke you up. It wasn't the soft snores from the chunky dog in the corner of the room laying on her bed. It wasn't the vague sound of birds chirping outside your window. No, it wasn't anything of those. Instead, it was the light kisses pressed onto your shoulder through your t-shirt. It was the warmth against your back from the man laying behind you. And it was definitely the hardening length he was pressing into your ass, slowly grinding, on the search for friction.

Luke's left arm laid under your head while the right was making its way down your torso. The kisses traveled up to your neck, leaving a few pecks there before you felt him nibble on your ear. "Wake up, baby," he said quietly. The feeling of his lips brushing the shell of your ear went straight to your core. "Mmmh, I don't want to," you teased, pushing back against him. His hand made its way to your ass, gently massaging the soft flesh. If he was trying to wake you up he was failing; him rubbing your ass could put you back to sleep in seconds. "Baby!" His morning voice was so low, so soft. He turned you onto your back, despite your groaning. Honestly, some soft and slow fucking did sound pretty good. Good enough to actually wake up inside of sleep in on your day off. Really, it was the morning times when sex was the best anyway. When you two could be goofy together, laughing about the minor slip-ups in bed where you accidentally hiccup during one of his thrusts or he cracks a couple stupid jokes here and there. You loved having it hard and serious; you loved getting to call him "daddy" while he played roughly with you, using your body as his own personal fucktoy. That all sounded fucking amazing, but what sounded even better was being lazy together as he leisurely fucked into you. Morning sex was your favorite for a reason. It could still be absolutely filthy if you really wanted it to be, but most of the time you got to be blessed with cuddly Luke, who's still eager to please while nuzzling into your neck and lacing your fingers together. And that was your favorite thing in the world. You turned on your side, facing him and finally opening your eyes. You gazed into his own. Luke was already looking at you, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your exposed hip. His lips curled up into a heart-warming smile. God— anything that boy does could make smile right back at him. His happy grin was your own personal sunshine. "Good morning sleepy head," he giggled. He quickly kissed the tip of your nose, and you grunted as if it annoyed you, but he rolled his eyes and kept his smile. Truthfully, he knew anything he did could make you happy. Especially his little nose kisses. You could try to deny it all you wanted, but he knew very well that you were a sucker for all of his cute quirks. "Good morning Lu, what's the plan for today?" He thought for a moment before saying, "Honestly, I was hoping for a lazy day. I know you've had a busy week, and tomorrow I have to go into the studio. If we could just chill out, cuddle Petunia, and eat junk food that'd be the dream." You laughed, snuggling into his bare chest. "Of course baby, that sounds great to me." Your eyelids fluttered and you felt yourself dozing off again. Luke could tell you were almost asleep by the way you basically went limp in his arms. He couldn't let that happen; he was on a mission! Not only did he want to please you, but he also craved some attention himself. His cock was aching and he felt… soft. Needy and soft, wanting nothing more than to feel your velvet walls around him. Hell, you could just cockwarm and he'd be happy. He was just in the mood to be with you, in you, and he needed it now. Luke rolled you onto your back again, and you let him do his thing. Whatever it takes to get some sleep in this house, you think, with a lazy but knowing grin on your lips. He shifted to move on top of you. Your eyes were still shut as he leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your warm skin. When he got to the collar of your shirt he nipped at the skin beneath it through the fabric before moving down, and down, and down, until he pushed up the old tee you always use as pajamas to reveal your naked core. He pulled the shirt over you completely, throwing it off the bed. Luke was more than happy you didn't sleep in shorts or panties half the time because it made mornings like this so much easier for you two. He placed his broad body between your legs, using his hands to spread your thighs even more, causing you to groan. Despite closed eyes and a tired mind, you couldn't wait for what he was about to do. He watched your center as you were spread open, your pussy on full display for him. He couldn't help but lick his lips; the thought of you was already so sweet and delicious. He moved his thumb to your clit to rub slow, antagonizing circles. Now that had you gasping at both the surprise feeling and the immense pleasure. He smirked at this, knowing he always had you in the palm of his hand, even when he felt like having a soft morning. You jumped a bit when you felt his lips press a kiss onto your clit. His lips wrapped around your clit, giving gentle sucks and tugs, leaving you to grip at the sheets. You heard him tisk, then looked down to see him taking out his little bun, motioning for your hands to dive into his curls. Once you tangled your fingers in his golden locks he sent you a wink and went back to work, his tongue licking at your folds and a finger slipping in. "Fuck," you mumbled, followed by a satisfied hum. This made him add another finger, but he kept his pace slow, focusing on your g-spot while his tongue and lips played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Lu— please, I need you." Your voice was low, and he could tell you were in desperate need of more. "I'll give you more, princess, just cum like this first. Wanna taste you," he said quietly against your heat. Luckily for him, you were close to cumming already, that tingling sensation growing in your belly, ready to explode. You couldn't help it. The way he was making you feel in your soft, sleepy state; the way his lips and tongue felt against your clit… you didn't think you were being dramatic if you were to call this your own personal heaven. It was totally understandable. His grip tightened as he lapped harder at your pussy. "Fuck," you whimpered. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You tugged on his messy curls, pulling his face even closer to you. "Luke… fuck, I'm gonna— fuck!" As you came, he harshly sucked on your clit, slipping a third finger into your tight pussy. He felt you clench around him, your cum coating his fingers. As your breathing calmed down he pulled away with a lazy smirk, slowly crawling up to hover over you, his cock resting against your thigh. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a kiss. Your tongues slowly moved together and you moaned at the taste of yourself. As you kissed, he moved a hand down to grip the base of his cock, pumping himself a couple times, before running the head through your folds. You shuddered at the feeling, knowing you were so close to having his thick length inside of your tight walls. You loved the stretch, and it would be the perfect way to start the morning; having his long cock buried in your cunt. It sounded like a dream. His tip pushed into your pussy, causing you to pull away from his lips and moan. "Fuck," you groaned. Just the head of his cock could make you weak, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more. "Luke, please…" He chuckled, slowly giving you more of him. "Aww, poor baby. Needy for my cock this morning?" You bit at his shoulder. "As if," you scoffed, though it sounded whiney and, of course, needy. "You were the one who woke me up with your dick pressed into my ass." He laughed again, thrusting slowly. "Be nice princess." A gentle slap was delivered to the outside of your thigh before he sat up and hooked your legs around his waist. He started to build up a rhythm. It grew faster, but he wasn’t pushing in roughly. This morning was a soft session, though you knew tonight would be a complete 180. He leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek, then snuggled into your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin. You moaned as a particular thrust hit perfectly, and you began to feel that familiar feeling of release approach, starting in your lower tummy. Again and again and again, he continued his slow but determined attack on your pussy. Occasionally he would speed up his thrusts to surprise you, give you a new feeling, but you were in need of his unhurried, heavier thrusts more than anything. With the angle he was at, his pubic bone was rubbing into your clit with each thrust, pushing you further and further. You were just missing one more thing. You grabbed one of his hands, moving it up to your face. He immediately knew what you needed as you felt the smirk against your next. He darkly chuckled, getting a bit cocky as he knew very well the effect he will always have on you. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, then slipped it into your mouth for you to suck on as if it were really his cock. "God, you're so good to me," he groaned into your neck. All you could do was hum and moan around his thumb, the feeling of his body rubbing your clit and his cock slowly pounding away at your cunt leaving you in a state of bliss. He felt you clench around him, knowing he was getting you close to your finish. Keeping his thumb between your lips, he sat back up and began to drive quickly into your pussy. The position had his tip rubbing your g-spot with every movement in and out, making you loudly moan around his thumb. He bit his lip as he watched you unravel. Your pussy became wetter, covering his cock with your sweet release. An arm flew next to your head, allowing you to grab at the pillow for dear life as your orgasm had you shaking. Luke pulled his hand away from your supple lips and gripped your breasts, pumping himself into your tight walls a few more times before pulling out and angling his cock at your stomach. He came, his warm seed hitting the soft skin of your tummy. It was a bit filthy, being covered in his cum while he leaned over you, sweaty and breathing hard. But honestly, you wouldn't want it any other way. You two caught each other's eye, immediately smiling fondly at one another. You guys were lucky to get to wake up next to each other every day; you got to live your lives in such deep love with each other. Plus, you got to have mind-blowing sex, which is always an important bonus. "Let me clean you up, love," Luke mumbled, still smiling, as he got up and grabbed the box of tissues off the nightstand. He cleaned you up, for the most part, ready to prepare a shower for the two of you to officially start your day in. He laid back down next to you, breathing still a bit uneven after the morning session you just had. He pulled you into his chest, sighing. "Best way to wake up," he said, and of course it was followed with a giggle from each of you. Your fingers traced the hairs on his chest, nodding in agreement. "Couldn't agree more, my love." You snuggled into his chest, ready to doze off again, despite knowing you needed to get up and use the restroom. Luckily, you were forced awake by the bed suddenly dipping. You felt a weight on your legs as if a certain someone was trying to find a comfy spot to lay, before ultimately deciding to force you two apart so she could cuddle in between you. "Piggy!" Luke laughed at his girl, her tongue sticking out. He patted her on the tummy and kissed the wrinkles on her white, fuzzy forehead. "What if I wanted to go for round two?" Luke playfully asked her. You laughed at him, and the attention hog between you. "Yeah Petunia, what a cockblock," you chimed in. Luke extended his arms to wrap around Petunia's body, and you do the same, each silently agreeing on just a couple more minutes of rest before starting your day. Although, Petunia was already more than ready for a lazy day filled with cuddles, and you were just fine with that.

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I bet you guys forgot Petunia was in the corner. I imagine her having one of those giant Costco doggy beds, because a spoiled princess like herself deserves the best bed.

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