#I will shamelessly drag this into the post as well </3

[darlingpwease]

I come bearing gifts :))

-panna cotta

YESSS!! YUUTA OBSESSED WITH SLIME!READER!!!!

He doesn't even properly realize it at first for a while either.

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cw; mutual obsessiveness, overstim <3, exhibitionism???, humiliation, edging, orgasm denial, oopsies kinda role switch where instead of Yuuta technically owning you, you own him instead but we love that here <3333

When he goes back he’s not entirely sure what to do with you. You’re back in the tube, all still again, and not even a day after returning he is already rushing back to his room to activate you again. It hasn’t even been that long since you last touched him, why is he so needy??

But once you move again, and the way you immediately seem to perk up happily once you see Yuuta and pounce on him, he can’t help but feel something weird in his chest, his head already getting fuzzy, and while you seep through his clothes right away, already getting to work, he can’t help but let out an oddly satisfied sigh as he relaxes.

And the next day, feeling refreshed despite you playing with him ‘til he was sobbing, he feels almost stupidly happy when he feels you rubbing his back and cheek with you leaving sticky trails along his skin.

This becomes a small routine between the two of you. He comes back as quickly as he can, activates you, you both get intimate, sleep, repeat. It’s gotten to the point where Yuuta leaves out a glass of water so you stay active as long as you’d like (and you of course take advantage of that <33)

You two have been in so much contact with each other that Yuuta almost can’t bear not feeling you touching him. He was already antsy before at not being able to be home 24/7, but now he actually struggles without you touching him anymore.

Sitting at his desk, constant moans leave Yuuta. With every deep thrust you give him, you hit him in the right spots every time, making him jolt from the harshness, but he makes no effort to slow you down. His upper body leaning against the table, hands clawing at it as he whines.

So much for doing some work– 

You rub him up and down as you thrust, and as his voice gets just that bit higher, as his whines grow more constant, his eyes fluttering, you can tell he’s getting closer to cumming. As his trembling increases, riiighttt as he is about to reach his peak– 

You stop.

You stop, and he sobs. Why? Why would you do that?? 

He tries to grind down pathetically, but that doesn’t even do anything. He cries out again, why did you stop?? He was so close, he was sosososo close– 

You begin thrusting again, and he’s grateful. You grip onto his thighs and position him in a way you go deeper, adding more and more of yourself into him, and he can feel it.

Oh god can he feel it– 

He feels like he could cum just from that alone, and when you keep going more rough, he can’t- he- oh fuck he- he’s gonna–

As drool drips onto the desk infront of him, ruining his paper as it collects into a puddle, as his eyes begin to roll back, his legs trembling again,

You stop once more.

Tears that were lightly falling before streamed down his face much faster now. Pleads and begs falling from his mouth as you denied him cumming once more. ‘Please darling–’ he sobs out, his face beautifully flushed as you gently stroke his cheek, giving a sloppy attempt at wiping his tears (oh who were you kidding, you loved it, the way he looks, his beggin, you can’t help but tease him more~).

This teasing goes on for quite some time. Drawing him closer and closer to the edge before you sadistically rip it out of his reach, sobs and begs being the only thing leaving his mouth at this point. By the time you decide to let him cum, his mind is all mushy, slurred pleas leaving his mouth. 

You resume your thrusting once more after admiring Yuuta’s face after halting him from his nth orgasm. Lips quivering, all he can do is try to let out weak ‘please’s from his mouth. When you touch him once more in a completely intoxicating way, when you wrap yourself around him, his waist, his thighs, back, arms, his neck, almost as if you’re trapping him, he can feel his climax approaching.

He tries to repress his cries, his moans, silently pleading to himself for you to not notice so he can cum– he wants to cum please let him cum– and when he does– 

All air escapes him, his back arching, everything twitching as he doesn’t seem to stop cumming, and with you still going, rubbing him everywhere, just making it feel even more good, it's like a constant stream of cum leaving him. 

He can’t leave you, you can’t leave him. Not anymore, never, no more, you’re too good, too good so good, you’re an unsightly drug thats taken him captive, made him addicted beyond return and even if you don’t have any indication of leaving him, he’s definitely not going to let you have that chance. 

You came to him for a reason. Him. Of all people, and now that he’s been touched and loved and fucked the way he has by you,, he’s almost, if not completely certain that you might be all he needs.

He’s so caught up in how much he craves you, that he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re the same way. He is your human. Your precious, pretty fragile little human– he tastes so good, he looks so good…

He is delectable, you want to take him and hide him away. Never leaving you, he wouldn’t even think about leaving you (you wouldn’t let him). Although he got you, he is yours. Nobody else's. Even if the world were to end, you would never let him leave you.

A switch seemed to have flipped in his mind since then. Now, everytime he has to leave his room, to get food, to class, just to get fresh air, you are with him. 

Yes, it may not be all of you, it would be too noticeable for him to be walking around with a huge slime following him, holding him, notlettinghimgo– that’s why he has a portion of you at all times now. 

As he gets questions on why he seems so red– is he sick? You must rest, Yuuta! Take care of yourself!– He silently squeezes his thighs together as he feels you crawling over him. Although it’s not nearly as much as you usually are, the way your moving and touching him under his clothes, his little secret, the way you caress his waist and inner thighs, rubbing against his perky chest as he is trying so hard not to make any noise, telling everyone that he’s okay! He’s fine!

You don’t penetrate him, but the way you’re covering him down there, the way you’re playing with him, toying with him, it’s almost as if you’re somehow licking him, kissing him there, sloppily pleasuring him, pressing harder, better– 

Shit, fine? He’s more than fine, he feels fucking wonderful right now– 

The ways he’s breathing has people concerned, but only you know, only you know how good you’re making him feel. The urge to fill him up with you until he can’t handle it anymore is overwhelming, but you know you can’t do that with all these people here, only you can see him like that. Only you. Maybe you should do it, though? That way you can show everyone he is yours. Your human. Your treasure. That you own him.

Only you can do this. Only you can make him scream in pleasure. Only you can make him faint from how good he feels. Only you can see his flustered look as you toy with him. Only you can see his adorable shame as he can’t help but feel so incredibly turned on, by you. Nobody else, just you. 

And boy oh boy is Yuuta in for a night once he heads back.

ajsgshsgshsghs,,,,, sjhshdhdhdhdh,,,,, shhshs,,,,,,,,,, verrrrrry kissable panettone vverrry,,,,, <3333 thank you; it was the best thing of the day <33333 /pos /srs

cw unhealthy behaviour, xenophilia, hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, somnophilia, throat fucking, semi-public sex, hints of consensual noncon (CNC), belly bulge + deep penetration, unprotected sex / breeding, hyperstimulation (g.), orgasm denial (g.), multiple + forced orgasms (g.), hints of oviposition at the very end (not real eggs)

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yuuta who needs you so desperately, nervously unbuttoning his clothes and carelessly taking them off when you are almost gurgling, watching, waiting for him to be ready to let you climb on his arms and then slide down; even if you can pretty much soak through the fabric, there is something special when your human undresses in front of you, exposing himself, becoming so defenseless and vulnerable to you, letting you melt on his slowly warming skin and do whatever you want while hold him tight, even if his control and understanding is dangerously minimal.

Wet marks remaining on his inner thigh or stomach when you gently move, teasing, continuously caressing with a process to make sure that he is still wet and excited even when you are busy with his chest, trying to be careful while rubbing and squeezing, causing him painful moans of dull arousal, associated not so much with with pleasure, but with the feeling of you making him want more even when act indirectly. His thighs rubbing against each other in an attempt to feel you better, even knowing that it is useless, but in vain ignoring sound thoughts — Yuuta whines, feeling how you spread his thighs to prevent him from cumming until you have not touched him properly.

When Yuuta begs you to take him, even if his ears and face are burning with embarrassment and shame, pathetically complaining that you don't touch him as he wants; trying to stay in place and not grab you with hands when you lazily reach lower, almost burning his skin with a wet teasing trace, leisurely touching and ignoring the way his hips are shaking from overexcitation and need, trying to squeeze into your sticky appendage, but only feeling how you spread over the skin, not allowing him to, fleetingly stroking him in response to his disappointed whimpering.

His surprised sigh and enthusiastic moan when you, in response to his pleas and words about how he needs you, how perfect you are and that he can't do without you, fill him with one push, purring and vibrating while Yuuta grabs the first thing that comes across, drooling from overwhelmedness and fullness, arching when you start move, enjoying his face, which has become a true mess from just a couple of your movements, making him gasp and enthusiastically call you. And you try to be sensual and slow, but Yuuta shouts your name so sweetly and begs for more that you can't resist, wrapping around his body in any way, caressing and touching everything you can, buzzing when he moans from thrusts in his mouth just to lick you himself, relaxing throat and trusting even when you push deeper, making him to choke, mercilessly filling his body and firmly pressing him into place until you are satisfied, leaving as many of marks on him and inside him as possible, forcing him to continuously sick you and take you without trying to resist while his body is trembling from a new orgasm, aching, being overwhelmed by sensations.

(Yuuta who once says that he will buy sex toys if you continue to constantly tease him and do not give him — and he does not fall asleep throughout the night, even when can do nothing but whine and drool from deep and stretching, non-stop thrusts, at first trying to justify that 'he did not mean that' and that 'he is sorry', but later stopping when his body was constantly cramping and shaking, not ceasing to want more and hurt from how much got, almost like your first time, but now you wrap around his neck only when make angry noises, and it's enough for Yuuta to feel how irritated you are to painfully cum for the last time, burying face in a wet pillow while you squeeze his neck, blocking the opportunity to take a breath for the strongest orgasm.

Of course, you carefully take care of him after and then after he comes to, still shivering and barely getting to his feet; you really regret that allowed emotions to take over, you didn't want this at all, but he just greedily drinks a glass of water, blushing, not understanding how he should give you understand that he is absolutely fine, and if you are still angry, Yuuta does not mind being your stress toy at all — he should take care of you, he is your owner, even if it is hard for him to bring his legs together after.)

Yuuta feels so well how you move through his body, from the hips clenched together, preventing you from crawling between them, higher up his stomach, to the chest stiff with excitement when he feels you lovingly caressing, slightly pulling and rubbing, as if not hearing concerned questions from others, being too busy with him and that how his legs shake when you rub for too long, — and Yuuta can only blush shyly, assuring that he is just hot and it will pass soon, but he has no idea if you will soon realize that he needs a slower rhythm and whether he needs a "slow rhythm" if he can almost hear you happily squelching, inaudibly teasing that he shouldn't push too far thighs. He so desperately wants to get under his shirt and touch you (or himself), or spread his legs and let you accidentally slip between, not being able to stop you in any way, but he has to do his job and not be distracted by you even when you clearly want to distract him and offer to stop somewhere — you feel that he needs it.

When you play with him in some random public place like a toilet or a doorway — even if you are too small, you can still make him bite his clothes or convulsively plug his mouth with his hand, moaning while you tease him and leave his overexcitation unrequited, taking care that Yuuta is needy enough when he gets home to continue, perhaps by pressing his body against the window or in front of the mirror, reminding him how much he likes to fuck anywhere, as if he doesn't know it without you, enjoying you in any way.

(You once makes him cum in a public place and it definitely changes something in him.)

Yuuta takes care of you so obsessively, trying to make everything as comfortable and better as possible, allowing you to almost always be near him, even when he is doing household chores, blushing from the feeling of your wrapping around his waist or when you crawl around, gurgling at the feeling of his hands on you during an evening break like a movie (where you both sometimes watch not a movie at all, even if it goes, under his moans and whining),

but he hates when you get out of bed or out of his house for a long time and without warning, even if Yuuta knows that you have gone for extra comfort for him or to get some water if he forgets about it, he hates staying for a long time without you, and the fact that you are silent makes it worse, since he doesn't even know if you're still here. You probably come back regularly hearing him whining and plaintively calling you, and your instinct can't handle it, hurriedly rushing to lie down with him or pet him, soothing before returning back to aftercare preparation only to hear his weak voice again. Perhaps it would seem superfluous for a human, but you are not a human... and you even like it — the way Yuuta needs you, clinging, sometimes leaving as much water as possible so that you stay with him all night, not only for sex, but just stuck to him, vibrating slightly, feeling like he gradually falls asleep, wrapped up by you.

(You are always there when he has wet dreams, stretching and filling until he cums to sleep peacefully again! You are on guard of his healthy and undisturbed sleep! Maybe you sometimes get carried away and wake him up — but you immediately make him fall asleep again, even if he can't stop shaking and whining your name for a while.)

Yuuta, who demands that you never think about someone else and always be with him, even if he knows that it's natural, you kind of belong to him, — but every time he feels so creepy and disgusting that you may not be his, that he may not be yours, or that you will find someone else, and he becomes many times more obsessive and possessive, demanding that you treat him as rudely as possible and remember that you can't treat anyone the same as him, only him.

However, when you allow yourself to be possessive, he feels so good — perhaps sometimes deliberately provoking you just so that you vent frustration, convincing him that he is only yours and that no one will treat him the same as you, making him scream, riding on you until he screams that he belongs to you and that he is only yours to make you relax and be calmer, filling him with yourself to the end and until you step over his limit, reminding him that only you can make him feel like that, that you are perfect for him, that he was created for you and you were created for him — there's nothing strange that Yuuta can't explain why he became so happy and contented, and it's not out of shame that people find out about you.

You are only his, you belong only to him, — and people should not be interested in you, and he wants to sound non-aggressive or secretive, but he can't help but slightly irritated, twitching his shoulders, saying that he finally found a good hobby with which he can relax, smiling nervously when feels you almost purring under his shirt, wrapping around his waist, lightly stroking as if encouraging him for such words as a pet — and for some reason it's... nice.

Of course, you encourage Yuuta. He's almost like your pet — only your human.

cw oviposition, the word 'hole' is used

listen, listen, listen. yuuta,,,, trembling from a new wave of orgasm when you stuff him with toy eggs.

He clings so feverishly, arching back, looking at how they hurriedly flow out of your body into his, making him especially shudder and try to squeeze whenever you stretch him with another one, — but feeling how tightly you hold him, not letting him feel how full he is now. Even when your fluid drips down his thighs while you push a new one, leaving him in a disorderly need to find out what you did to him, so diligently and almost lovingly trying to find a place for each egg, as if you really planned to stuff him with your eggs and leave him like that, — responding with a brief cooing to his whining and a soft vibration on his gasping moan when he feels how deep they are.

When you gently push back, trying to be as slow as possible, but Yuuta still groans hollowly when you stretch his body for the last time, only to find himself still as full, feeling your eggs vibrate slightly in him exactly as they should, constantly reminding him of how depraved and needy he is, being so excited about things like that,,,,, when Yuuta flows with a lubricant, consisting of your and his liquids, and you see how his hole pulsates from recent stimulation, needy and sensitive, even when his stomach bulges a little not because of you, but because of how deep you stuffed it, and if you lie down on him, you can feel this vibration even through the skin under his quiet sighs,,,,,,,,

When you thrust inside his body, still full of eggs, taking care that they snuggle up to the most sensitive spots while you take care of everything else, happily purring with pleasure that he can take your almost-eggs so easily while Yuuta moans and screams, being overly stimulated and fondled, but you just gently bury his face in the pillow without stopping to breed him raw, keeping his hips nice and spread until you make sure that he is definitely good with toys — you just need a deeper study, okay? It's taking care of your owner, nothing more, even when Yuuta cums again, whining that it's too much; maybe you keep pushing into him even when he goes limp — only to wake up being sticky and wet and full, so full when you start gently taking the eggs out of him, this time taking care only that he doesn't have a hard time pushing them. Now it's his work while you continue to fuck him, trying to get him to get rid of the eggs inside, creating an obsessive double stimulation for his soft, unaccustomed body.

By the time you finish, Yuuta almost immediately loses consciousness from fatigue and overload, but it's okay, you're used to it.

#.spicy♡ #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #🥮 — jujutsu kaisen #✉.yuuta okkotsu #I will shamelessly drag this into the post as well </3 #🧸.rough sex #🧸.breeding #🧸.xenophilia #🧸.cnc #🧸.choking #🧸.deep penetration #🧸.orgasm denial #🧸.hyperstimulation #🧸.hypersexuality #monster reader #dom reader #sub yuuta okkotsu

[anantaru]

DAY 31 — drunk sex

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

a/n. hello loves! this concludes the last day of my kinktober, thank you so much to everyone who read along and supported my stuff <3 it means a lot to me and I had so much fun!! after taking a day off, i will post three bonus kinks that will be posted from the 2nd-4th november, that's all and i love you all — yoru <3

𖧡 — including — kazuha, venti

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, drunk syx, teasing venti & dom venti, wall syx, touch starved, both parties are consenting

𖧡 — KAZUHA

sometimes you forget that even kazuha can be defenseless against alcohol and it's negative reactions on the body, let alone make yourself join him in order to watch out for your boyfriend which wasn't originally that big of a deal— despite both of you now, being batshit drunk, randomly lost outside a dark alleyway and essentially starved for each others touch.

"so cute," kazuha coos and hiccups against your lips, "please, voice your pleasure out to me, i yearn to hear you."

to your surprise, it was a miracle that you both were even able to stand tall with all the alcohol you had consumed earlier running through your veins, and well, the truth was— you haven't seen each other for a while, and what better way was there to catch up on your lives with a couple glasses of dandelion wine accompanying adventurous stories and daily activities.

kazuha eagerly pulls at your bottom lip between his teeth as he whines when you suddenly pull yourself away, "come back," he pouts, "one more, heh, ’please," attempting to kiss you again as you dodge him flawlessly.

yet, he wouldn't be sad for too long— because you see, you could barely wait to feel him as well, not just those small, hasty kisses he would plant on you, but the real thing, the one you missed dearly as you turn your body around so your back could face him, your plush ass greedily wiggling over his rigid erection and drawing a low grumble out of his chest.

oh my, you're just so desperate, and kazuha doesn't even try to conceal his excitement when he flips your skirt up, followed by dragging your slicked panties down so they could clumsily dangle around your knees. so now, as he fists his erection in his palm, gathering his pre cum over his shaft so he wouldn't hurt you upon entering your warmth, you bite back a whimper when he nudges his cockhead against your hole before slowly entering you.

"baby," you pant, "hurry, please more," his painfully red and swollen cock gradually filling you up as your own body grows on hotness, almost feeling as if set on fire when the cold wall you were being pressed against served as an easy way to cool yourself off.

kazuha sighs blissfully as he can finally, finally feel you again, he just missed you so much it practically burned his heart to be apart from you for such a long period of time, his head although ringing, the lingering scent of wine hovering between your bodies when everything appears as if trapped in a blur.

one hand, wraps around your waist while the other presses close to the cold wall to keep his stability, or well, both of your stabilities.

if anything, both of you would die of embarrassment tomorrow that you even had the audacity to fuck outside, shamelessly yearning for those shallow thrusts of his hips smacking against your plush ass that would drive you into absolute madness with unfaltering greed and begs to feel him even quicker, better and finer, his cock rolling in and out of your wet cunt and sending tingles down your spine, your legs wobbly and your erected nipples harshly brushing against the cold wall.

𖧡 — VENTI

there was a sonata playing in your head on repeat, and at first— you wonder where it came from, then remember that you must've picked it up during the past hours of drowning yourself in booze together with venti happily joining you— and everything started out pretty innocent, in fact, you never really seemed to have looked at him for much longer than two seconds, aside from joyfully listening and humming along to his songs whenever he performed at the angels share.

groaning deeply, venti sloppily kisses your lips while fisting his semi hard erection into the little tunnel of his palm— and again, you curse yourself that you have never admired him from up close, despite the fact that your own vision was blurry, your head slightly spinning as you watch every curve and ridge of venti's solid abs tense and let go in tune with his cock rutting into his hand.

although he too, lets his eyes follow down your body and looks at your glossed up folds drenched in your own slick, your legs parted so he could settle himself in between, "I bet you're so soft," venti slurrs happily, moving forward to roll the leaking tip of his cock across your folds as you flinch at the feeling, pulling out a strangled sound that scratched over the back of your throat.

"you know," he starts, shamelessly nudging his tip over your fluttering hole— so shameless, in fact that you're wondering if it was just the alcohol making him exceptionally confident right now or if he's always like that, taking into consideration that the bard was treating himself to quite the amount of liquor day by day.

"i will admit... i never had the guts to speak to you," he cackles, practically admitting that he was harboring at least something for you, which, truthfully made you let out a surprised gasp— although you haven't thought about venti in such ways before, you were finding yourself drawn to him for whatever reason, it's almost like something divine would pull you to him whenever he performed songs that you considered your favorites.

"you— uh, really?" you breathe and swallow hard, and next thing you know he slides himself in without warning, huffing out a strangled groan as your wet warmth instantly envelopes around his shaft, rolling his hips all the way inside so he could grind against your neglected clit.

"venti!" you whine, "don't just— do that!" bucking your hips as he drapes his body on top of yours, your slick oozing out and wrapping around his shaft. but he grins slyly at you, slamming his dripping length into you as your wet heat clung onto him, your arms folded around his chest so you could whine and sob into his neck.

"me? do what?" feigning innocence, he reaches up to squeeze one breast, and the sight of you enjoying how he pumps his thickness into you was intoxicating, so erotic that he violently twitches inside your tight hole.

"oh, silly!" he continues, "you're so cute, with your mouth open, looking all desperate!" and before you can even answer to that, he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, his harsh thrusts making you moan into his mouth as he skillfully inches back and forth your tight cunt.

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[hanrinz]

THE EGOIST NEXT DOOR.

pairing. isagi yoichi x gn! reader ( word count. 1.0k ) genre. boy next door

synopsis. wherein the guy next door often borrows things from you and then he asks for something different.

content. fluff, just isagi your handsome neighbor, loser isagi lol, use of the word 'pretty', word vomit. minimal proofread.

notes: after a month of no post i finally posted smth :') omg i miss writing sm </3 omg first real fic?? lol :x isagi is a loser no one can change my mind.

a knock sounds through the hallway, six in the morning, you were woken up from your slumber.

who could possibly be up at this hour, on a weekend too? other than your grandmother who you think is the only person who can possibly do so, no one else comes to mind.

swinging your feet off the mattress and dragging yourself to the front door. the knocks haven't ceased down and it only adds to your annoyance.

"coming!" a frustrated huff leaves your mouth as you unlock the door.

only to be met with deep blue eyes and a sheepish smile that accompanies his face.

oh.

"isagi?" brows knitted in confusion, your newly moved neighbor isagi yoichi, who's around your age and often passes by your door by night coming home from practice.

if you recall correctly, a month has already gone by since he had occupied the door next to yours. and a month since he has been knocking at your door whenever he needs something.

or moreso in borrowing something from your home.

most of it being ingredients that should never be gone inside a kitchen. the last thing he had borrowed from you, was your sugar that he still hasn't returned.

the last time you checked your apartment wasn't a convenient store, just for him to knock at and get things as he pleases. you might as well charge him for everything he's been borrowing in your home.

"hi, pretty," a hand comes up as a greeting. curse him and his face, isagi yoichi was too pretty to be smiling at you on this god-forbidden morning.

"sorry to bother you this early, but i need to borrow something, again." he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"isagi, this is the seventh time already." you reminded him.

isagi is nice, yes, unfortunately. it can't really be helped for you to be mad at him long, not when he always makes sure to drop by some cookies that you love, with little notes that are sticked on it.

a way of his compensation to the troubles he had caused.

isagi is nice, but this growing routine needs to be put to a stop—for your sanity and to your pocket that is on the verge of crying.

you're sure, soon enough the both of you would really need to run to the grocery for a restock—also the very thing that isagi had been forgetting to do, you wonder how he's even surviving.

his embarrassment only grew, his cheeks deepened to the shades of red and he clears his throat with a response. "i know, sorry."

you lean onto your door frame, sighing as you let him borrow something from you one last time, "fine, but this will be the last time."

his eyes were now brimming as he smiled so brightly, it might as well rival the sun itself.

"really?" disbelief and excitement evident in his voice. "but promise me first, y/n. you won't be mad, okay?"

you look at him with suspicion, one brow raised, eyes squint in question. "isagi.. what is it?"

"you won't be mad though, right?" he asks once more.

"just get on with it, yoichi."

for someone who is shamelessly borrowing a lot of things from their neighbor, isagi is losing all the confidence to ask you one thing right this very moment.

the pep talk he had with bachira the night before didn't even help with the ever growing anxiety that he feels on his chest. it's funny though, if he wasn't in this position he would've laughed at the situation at hand.

isagi is stupid and an idiot—what rin would've said to him, but lukewarm might just be the perfect word, for what he is about to do.

he reckons he could even possibly recover from this moment ever again, but to hell with it. what is he if not an egoistical striker who can't even get the number of his pretty neighbor next door?

possibly a loser, but let's be honest. he kind of is.

but we can excuse that because of his boyish charms, can we?

the silence that hovers over the atmosphere was rather foreign, uncharacteristically from all the comfortable stillness you had with him.

the anxiety that swirls within was contagious, isagi and this newfound silence was not helping with it.

and in the middle of all the uncomfortable reverie and this consuming tension, with hundreds of practice and perfection in his head, he still managed to fuck things up.

"can i borrow your phone?"

fuck.

isagi yoichi is a loser. even after all the countless talks and encouragement insults he had received, isagi yoichi had made a mistake once again.

you looked at him with confusion painted all over your face and to be honest, yoichi might have died a little on the inside.

but what's a man gotta do? he's more determined than to let his already blown away ego and his thoughts, back down from this.

"my phone?"

"..yes.. please?"

you look at him incredulously, doubt was much apparent, but you acquiesce to his plea. grabbing your phone from the bedside of your room, leaving isagi to contemplate every decision he had made.

coming back to him not long, with the device in your hand, handing it to him without any clue to what he needs it for.

an idea comes to mind onto what he is using it for, it may have been he was locked out of his apartment, or maybe he lost his keys, or maybe his phone was dead and his charger was nowhere to be seen.

a lot of possibilities, but it remained to be a mystery.

isagi returned your phone to you without a word, you look at him with much more confusion and he only gives you a sharp grin before running off.

what a way to save himself from this scenario.

leaving you puzzled, as you look at your phone with your contacts left open and noticing a new one added to it, with a name you're very much familiar with.

yoichi ;)

maybe, yoichi isn't here to borrow from you anymore.

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Hi!!! I love your works! 🥰 I was wondering if I could request a Tfp bots (Op/wheelJack/knockout) reaction to their s/o who is very sweet and shy normally who’s in uni but what they don’t know is that she’s a stripper/exotic dancer late night to pay her tuition and they see her perform and later they make her do a performance for them only and gets smutty 😏😳🤭 sorry if it doesn’t make sense my English isn’t the best 😭 (also totally not projecting at all I am a pole dancer to pay for uni and damn well I treat myself well hehe, if you ever do commissions I’ll be ready 🤣)

TFP Optimus, Wheeljack, Knockout w/ Stripper Reader

I'm so sorry that this took forever! My brain may be fried but this was still so fun to write! I'm sorry if I got some things wrong, I'm still learning how to translate choreography into words (and I know very little about being a stripper oop).

As much as I wanted these to be short, my fingers slipped and I wrote whole ass fics for each of them. So be warned, this post is VERY long! I hope you enjoy! <3

18 + ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ

Warnings: Stripper reader, mentions of alcohol use, small mention of blood, smut/valveplug, blow jobs, sticky sexual interfacing.

Word count (combined): 5,981

Optimus

Was this a bad idea? Maybe, but you'll worry about the consequences in the future. For now, you slowly approach a mass-displaced Optimus Prime sitting on a metal stool that is still far too small for his frame, who still towers over your body by a solid two feet. He's watching every step you take in every click-clack of your six-inch pleaser heels. The small portable speaker you set up begins to play a bassy remix of 'Dirrty' and 'Talk Dirty', respectively called 'Talk Dirrty'—a fitting song since you're about to lay down the dirtiest heat onto the flustered mech burlesque style.

This was Optimus' idea, after he had followed you on your lonesome to a local nightclub on the outskirts of Jasper, duffle bag in your hand. He wanted to ensure you were safe, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he watched your little… performance for the locals from a side window. Safe to say, you were embarrassed once you had returned to the base at an ungodly hour, and he was, of course, still awake. But he had politely asked to see a performance of yours first-hand. And that's how you both ended up in this situation, in Optimus' quarters, door locked.

The first bassy note fills the room, accompanied by Christina's melodic voice as you flick your hair back, shaky hands dragging down your chest to your hips. A little taste of what's to come. Your hands come to rest on your fishnet-covered knees and shamelessly slut-drop a few metres before Optimus, who watches with bated breath. And in the sexiest way you could think of, place your hands down the floor in front of you and slide your body towards the floor, arching your back as you do so. It's a raunchy move, but the look on his faceplates is priceless as his optics flicker to your ass in the air.

You then move your knees forward and crawl towards his pedes, akin to a predator stalking its prey. He hitches his breath as you straddle the floor between his legs and slowly drag your hands up his pedes to his knees, and to his utter shock, you pry them open. Moving from his knees, your trail your hands up his silvery thighs, past his hips' blue plating and to his abdomen's plating, fingers lightly dipping into the crevices between them.

You can feel him shutter against your touch as you tease him, arching his back into your hands. In a smug move, you withdraw your hands from him and trail them back down to his knees, using them as leverage to push you upright. Arching your chest forward, you come within inches of his own until he has a frontal view of your barely covered cleavage. It's revitalising your confidence as you watch Optimus ogle. His frame shivering and servos twitching with a restrained desire, to which you would need to praise him for respecting the etiquette of lap dances.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," You lean to whisper into his audio receptor before you lift your legs over one of his thighs, then the other, now straddling his waist, "Remember what I said before… no touching."

Optimus gives you a restrained whimper as you grind against his lap to the music, whipping your hair around with a hand on his shoulder for balance. The other hand moved meticulously across his chassis. This dance was supposed to be for Optimus, but you're enjoying this far more than anticipated. His broad shoulders were undeniably attractive, and his neck cabling, Primus, you could lean forward and tease the trembling mech with your tongue, but you knock back that thought. Instead, you lift yourself from his lap and flip yourself around, near bare ass making direct contact with his painfully bowed-out interface plating, and you can feel his engine rev at the move, and he makes a low groan from behind you.

"Primus," He growls as he watches you grind your ass on him. It's taking the strength of a thousand tugboats to keep him from shoving you onto the floor and ploughing into you like the out-of-control cargo ship he is. Whether those tugboats are strong enough is a matter of what your next move is.

And when you stand up to bend over, fingertips brushing the floor, he is greeted with a direct view of your backside, slick arousal and all. And within three seconds, his servos are on your ass, and he pushes you to the ground with the force of a cargo ship slamming into the shoreline. It knocks the wind out of you, forcing you to take sharp breaths.

Optimus flips your body around and settles himself atop you. The bump-and-grind music is drowned out by his harsh invents, and you can feel the roar of his engine in your bones as he lowers his helm to the nape of your flushed neck.

"I apologise for my abruptness, but I can no longer contain myself." He growls against the pulse of your neck, hammering against your skin at a speed you never thought was possible. Optimus losing his restraint and going against the rule book of lap dances was not expected, but a warm and hot welcome nonetheless.

The chair is long forgotten, tipped over when Optimus pounced on you like a big cat. And you don't care about the dance anymore. Your mind solely focuses on how his hands rip your bottoms and fishnets away. Note to self, add new pair of fishnets to the shopping list.

"I'm obliged to ask," He brings a hand to cup your chin, the gentle action contrasting his fiery optics boring holes into your own, "Do I have your consent?"

You bite your lip, an attempt to ignore the feeling of his knee bumping against your heat, which is currently wetter than the Everglades. You'd be crazy not to consent.

"Yes." You finally breathe out. That seems to satisfy Optimus as he begins to assault your neck with kisses, and you hold back a moan. So gentle yet firm as he trails them across your jawline and finishes with a drawn-out kiss to your lips.

He pushes his glossa into your mouth as he dips a servo in-between your thighs, prying them open gently. Optimus only had to press the tip of his digit for you to let out a breathy whimper against his intake, thighs already shaking, and Primus, you're wondering what his dick could possibly feel like inside you if he's already dragging you to heaven with just his hands. And you're eager to find out.

You break the kiss and struggle to keep your composure as he moves his digit gently within you, "Optimus- ah- no offence, but I think I'm - oooh - already wet enough."

He flickers his optics to your face, then back down to the hand working between your thighs. It's already soaked with your arousal, running down the palm of his hand and wrist.

"I see," Optimus says, prying his hand away from your slick. And with the same hand, he disengages his modesty panel with a grunt, letting his spike lay heavy in his hand, "However, I need to take necessary precautions of my own to ensure this encounter goes smoothly."

Now it's your turn to ogle at his junk as he uses the remainder of your fluids on his hand to pump the length a few times, and it's the hottest thing you've seen to date, despite you being a stripper. You've seen some shit, and Optimus' dick tops all of them. And he's about to top you with it.

Finished with lubing himself, he leans his helm down to the side of your head and presses the tip of his length against the folds of your pussy. Optimus uses his other hand to curl behind your head gently.

"Please, if you cannot handle me at any point, tell me."

And with a shaky vent against your ear, he pushes himself inside you. Even if you could scream, the bassy background music would down it out. But you're rendered speechless as your jaw slips once he reaches the innermost part of you. You're shaking and squirming underneath Optimus, and he gently squeezes your head as he cocoons himself around you, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances. You're already on the cusp of an orgasm, and he hasn't even moved.

Once Optimus has also regained somewhat composure, he draws his hips back and rolls them back into you. And your vision dots with stars, supernovas even, which would be a more fitting term as he grinds his hips against your own at an even swiftness. Your voice doesn't hold back this time as you let out a filthy cry against Optimus' audial fin.

"Optimus! Ahah!" You wrap your quivering arms around his helm as he pounds you into the floor. It's unrelenting, overwhelming all your senses. You're stretching beyond human limits. The music no longer exists according to you; the only melody your mushy brain desires to hear is his growls and groans against your ear as he ruts into you.

"I'm - ahh - closer to finishing than I thought," Optimus grunts, then nips the shell of your ear with his dentae, "You're… quite tight."

Despite being mass-displaced, you were about to respond with a sarcastic comment about the obvious size difference between you and him. Yet, all that comes out of your drooling mouth is a high-pitched squeal as Optimus delivers a harsh thrust to your G-Spot. To which he continues to abuse and grind his tip against.

"P-Please…" Another short thrust, and he's purring into the side of your neck, "Overload with - hgghn - me."

That's it. You're at the finish line, and you throw your head back and buck your hips up as your orgasm wreaks havoc over your sweaty frame. You're digging your fingertips into the crevasses of his shoulder plating as you let out a fluttery cry. Optimus, currently experiencing a religious experience from the sheer force of your velvet walls squeezing his spike, lets out a gravelly moan into your neck. His hips wildly buck as he experiences his overload, spilling himself inside you. It's everywhere, dripping down your thighs, transferring onto his thighs and the cold floor beneath you both.

A few glorious moments pass, a mold of flesh and metal entangled on the floor. With all the multicoloured lights cascading off your bodies, you could create an oil painting and make Da Vinci cry with how beautiful this moment is. Optimus slowly pulls out, craning his helm down to watch his transfluids spill from you. Then, like the gentle giant, he scoops his hands under your body and rolls onto his back with you lying on his chassis. You let your head come to rest against where his spark chamber is, hearing tiny little zaps and whirls as his spark slows down its beats. He places a servo on your lower back, and you crane your head just in time to see a mushy smile on his face. And you can't help but let one encompass your own.

"What are you smiling at?"

You give him a soft chuckle, "You. And also because I didn't even get to finish my dance for you."

"I suppose there will have to be a next time then, hm?" Optimus nonchalantly says before he pulls you to his face to kiss you deeply.

Wheeljack

"Thanks for the lift, Jackie." As you pick up your duffle bag from the passenger seat, you mutter and crack the door open, "I owe you one."

"Hey, anything for my favourite squishy," Wheejack replies, albeit slightly hesitant at the current location he was dropping you off, "Say, why'd ya want me to take ya here this time of night? It's kinda… unexpected."

"I uh…" You stammer, closing the door and hoisting the duffle over your shoulder, trying to think of some excuse for asking him to drop you off at a nightclub and not telling him that you were a stripper, "I work here. Yeah, I'm on the late shift."

"Oh, like a bartender? I never knew you were the one to pour out the drinks." He revs his engine, "Just com the base when you're ready, kid. I'll come an' pick ya up."

You nod and give his roof a few pats before you sundered off to the back entrance to the nightclub, hoping and praying that the rich guys were here tonight so you could get paid the big bucks. You're so caught up in your money-hazed vision that you overlook your Cybertronian Uber parking next to the building.

Gonna see what you're really up to, Wheeljack thinks, scouting the area for other humans before returning to his alt mode and settling down under a window.

-

It's times like this when you're grateful for your job. Yeah, the flow of money is hit-and-miss at times, but a night like tonight is what every stripper dreams of. Bands and bands of fresh cash stuffed half-hazard into your duffle. You could treat yourself, go all out and buy a new pair of lingerie. You could wander into the liquor store across the road and purchase a nice top-shelf bottle of vodka. But alas, most of this dough will be funding your university fees. A sad reality, but you'll do whatever it takes to graduate.

Stuffing the rest of the money into the duffle, you hear a familiar rev of a sports car and make your way to the front entrance. Most patrons had left, leaving you relatively safe to walk out alone. Not that you had to worry in the first place, not when you've always got Wheeljack looking out for you. You've grown on him, and he's grown on you. There's no denying that you've got some feelings for the wrecker, but you'll keep that to yourself for now. He opens the door for you, and you slide in. A soft sigh of relief escapes you, and you slump into the eerily warm seat. After you're safely bucked in, he pulls away from the kerb. The silence that drowns the cabin is… awkward.

"Hey," Wheeljack begins after a while, a slight edge to his voice. He then clears his vocaliser, "How was your, uh… shift."

"It was pretty alright," You fold your arms across your tank top, "Just the usual."

"The usual, eh?" You can hear a little cockiness show through like he's trying so hard not to smile, "Does your line of work usually result in a dollar bill getting stuck in your… What's that thing you females wear again? Uh, bra?"

You freeze, eyes burning holes into his dash before you glance down at your chest. It appears you missed one; the corner of a dollar bill is peeking out from the bra you wore on stage. There's no way Wheeljack would've noticed if he wasn't staring at your tits, which there's no denying because his rearview mirror is pointed downwards, reflecting your cleavage.

"I know you humans get up t'some strange things, but ya could've at least told me you were a stripteaser."

You bury your head in your hands, a pathetic attempt to squeeze yourself into a ball and hide your rosy face, but you can't because he's everywhere. There's no escaping, so you let out a muffled whine.

"Ok, you got me," You huff, any shred of dignity thrown out the window, "But if you tell anyone, and I mean anyone, that I'm a stripper, I'm coming for your aft."

"Oh, I don't intend to, sweetheart," He growls, and you can feel it in your bones, "Not if I can have ya all to myself."

"Wait wha-" There's no finishing your sentence as Wheeljack veers into an abandoned gas station, almost taking the wind out of you. He rolls to a stop and opens his door to let you out, or for a better term, stumble out, "What the hell?"

You watch Wheeljack transform into his bot mode, mass displacing himself so that he towers just a head above you, and you can see every little detail, every wrinkle and scratch. Oh my god, you need to stop staring.

"I quite liked your little routine, kid," He begins, poking a digit at one of the straps of your tank top, "But I'd like ta experience it first hand if ya catch my drift, right here, right now."

Your jaw drops, "You want me to… give you a dance?"

"I didn't stutter, did I?" And before you knew it, Wheeljack sits propped up against the gas station wall, a digit beckoning you over, "C'mere an' give me a show."

Well, there's no time like the present, you think to yourself. You cross your arms over your stomach and swiftly pull off your tank top before moving to your tracksuit pants, throwing both articles of clothing behind you. Your outfit was not modest in any regard, and you can feel Wheeljack's optics clawing at your exposed skin already. As you shakily rummaged through your duffle for your pleaser heels, Wheeljack switched on his radio, and you could hear the first beats of 'You Shook Me All Night Long' by AC/DC. You roll your eyes as you slip on your heels.

"What? Ya don't like this song?" Wheeljack chuckles, "I think it fits perfectly."

"It's the meaning behind it," You stand, the satisfying click-clack of your heels echoes off the walls, "I'd say you're looking for more than just a lap dance if I'm right in my suspicions."

"Cheeky, I like it," Wheeljack says with a shit-eating grin, "Go on then, show me what ya got."

And so, you do. You stand a few metres before the wrecker and swivel your hips to the drum beat, flicking your hair in the same motion as your hips, running your fingers through your hair as you do. As the first lyrics start, you take a few drawn-out steps closer to Wheeljack, running your hands over your breasts and down your bare stomach finishing off with a twirl. He's facing your back now as he watches you squat to the ground, hands dragging down your thighs, swivelling your hips as you do. While crouched down, you turn on the balls of your feet and give him a wink before arching your back and returning to a standing position. You high-kick and finish with another twirl, standing directly between his spread pedes. You repeat the crouch move, but you're facing him this time. In time with the main chorus, you slide to your knees to straddle the ground, bouncing your hips a few times, dragging your hands through your hair, and flipping it in a circle. You then slide your hands down your thighs and to the ground before you, slowly crawling closer to his thighs. Wheeljacks' optics had not left your frame during all this time, a small smile tugging on his dermas.

"That was impressive, kid," He nods before reaching for your hands and tugging them closer to his interfacing panel, "But I'm not blown away jus' yet. Do ya think you can help me with this?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod, hands ghosting across the bulging panel. Wheeljack seems rather impatient, so he slips away the cover for you, and the sight that meets your eyes makes you drool.

You knew Wheeljack was riled up from your performance, but this was the icing on the robot dick cake. He's thick, blue biolights run down the underside of the silver member and already dripping with precum. Half-naked, you're both out in the open at an abandoned gas station, and your dignity has already been thrown out the window. You were willing to indulge in him just for a short while.

Running your palm up the underside of his spike, you feel Wheeljack shiver. The textures and patterns are so foreign, like nothing you've experienced. Tentatively, you wrap your hands around the base of his spike and give him a few experimental pumps, drawing a few low moans from the mech above you. Feeling more confident, you squeeze him tighter and pump him faster.

"Scrap," He mutters, placing a hand on your shoulder, "You're good at that."

Smiling, you lean down and cautiously lick the tip of his spike, drawing even more delicious moans from the wrecker. And when you wrap your lips around it, he has to restrain himself from pushing you down further onto him. Living up to your 'cheekiness', you flicker your eyes to his face and stare at him right in his optics as you give him a harsh suck.

"Ah - frag - Y/n, stop!" Wheeljack half whines and laughs as he pulls you off him upon feeling a premature overload, "Sheesh, ya nearly got me there."

Placing a departing kiss on his tip, you crawl onto his lap, six-inch pleaser heels digging into his metal thighs. The music is louder from here, and you can feel it vibrating your bones, "I guess you're not satisfied just yet."

His vents hitch as you move your underwear to the side and press your very wet pussy lips against the tip of his spike, "Maybe not, sweetheart. Ya gonna change that?"

You slowly sink onto his spike, maintaining eye contact. You watch his face turn from a smug look into one you could frame on a wall. His face scrunches in pure pleasure as you stuff as much of him as physically possible in you. He may be mass-displaced, but his sheer thickness makes it a tight squeeze. You feel your own breath hitch as you take him to the hilt. He fills you up amazingly.

"Yes."

You roll your hips forward once, and you're already seeing white. The combination of Wheeljacks' spike dragging against your velvet walls and the vibrations from the electric guitar still playing on the radio strums your nervous system like an instrument. You're craving more, and he is, too, because his hands are on your hips now, and he's guiding you. He's the maestro, and you're the entire orchestra.

"F-Fuck." You whimper out, bracing yourself against his chassis as you start to bounce on his spike. Your thighs are starting to ache from the lactic acid built up from all the dancing you've done tonight, and thankfully, Wheeljack notices your struggle.

"Don't worry, cutie. I'll take it from here." He huskily breathes out before his grip on your hips tightens, and he bucks up into you. As he does, you fall forward flat on his chassis, cheek squishing against him as he proceeds to fuck you like his spark depends on it.

"Oh fuck!" You cry out, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle your moans. But nothing can silence the lewd sound of metal slapping against skin, not even the rock music, which has now clicked over to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', and you'll never think of this song again without getting absolutely turned on.

"Take your - hggff - hand off. I wanna hear ya," Wheeljack growls as he grips the hand covering your mouth and forcefully removes it, "Y'know, maybe I can taste ya instead."

Within what seems like a nano-second, he wraps his arms around your midsection and smashes his dermas into yours. He presses his glossa against your tongue in a fight for dominance, and you're forced to surrender as he slams his spike so deep in your pussy you see galaxies, crying out into his intake.

"Oh, frag-"He murmurs into your mouth, keeping a death grip on your midsection, "Keep squeezing me like that kid, and I'm gonna-"

He's gone. Thrown into the deep end of his overload, he presses himself as deeply as physically possible and releases his transfluids inside you. You choke on his glossa at the delicious sensation of being stuffed full, and it triggers your own orgasm. You break the kiss and bury your head in the crook of his neck as your body shakes, crying out in utter euphoria as he bucks his hips to help ride out the shared orgasm. You can hear Wheeljacks' spark spasming in rhythm with his throbbing spike gushing in your tight walls.

"Frag…" He shakily ex-vents, holding you against his chassis, "You've certainly impressed me now, kid."

You're too exhausted to give him a cohesive reply, opting for a string of whines. You're also too focused on the sheer amount of fluids you can feel dripping between your thighs. He gives you a chuckle and presses a loving kiss to your temple, utterly amused at your dopey post-orgasmic bliss.

"You're so fraggin' adorable."

Knockout

There was nothing more refreshing to Knockout than clocking up speeds that could blow up a regular v8 engine along the winding rural roads of Jasper. It's freeing. It's elating. All heightened by the fact that he knows he shouldn't be out here in the first place. But there's nothing a little manipulation and the tugging of a few strings can't do to convince Megatron that he had good reason to be zipping around.

In the distance, he notices a peculiar establishment with bright neon lights surrounding the exterior. Strange, he's never seen such a place before. Knockout slows down, rolls into the parking lot, and is greeted with the muted sounds of music coming from inside. All the humans seem to be in there, so he transforms into his bot mode and crouches down to a window to take a peek. He notices some usual human behaviour, some drunk people, some cheering and throwing bits of paper at what seems to be a stage with a metal pole in the centre.

But it's not just the metal pole they're throwing currency at. No, they're tossing it towards a very under-dressed human hugging the pole, swinging around like an erotic firefighter he's seen in a movie once. Although, he's never seen a firefighter do that with their near bare ass. Conflicting feelings start to arise in Knockout, knowing that he shouldn't be out here and definitely should not be this fascinated by a human. But a part of him needs to meddle with this… alluring human.

-

"Wait, you want me to do what?"

It had been a regular night for you. You went to work, danced in front of an eager crowd, collected your cash and went home, is what you would say if a two-story alien robot hadn't grabbed you with a pair of extra sharp talons and transported you to god knows where. All you know so far is that through your screeching and thrashing around, you noticed that you were on a ship of some kind in a small room that was freezing cold. You had zero time to change out of your stripper wear and into something warmer before you were zipped away. And this red metal bastard sitting in front of you dares to ask you to perform for him, even though you find him mildly attractive in an unorthodox way.

"I know you heard me, squishy," The giant says with a toothy sneer, "Usually, I find your species rather obnoxious. Pityfull even, especially those other humans fawning over you like a scraplet in heat."

You have no idea what a scrapet is, but you ignore the strange synonym and probe him further, "If you hate us so much, why kidnap one? Wouldn't you prefer not to have a human here in your… quarters, I'm assuming?"

"That doesn't concern you." You swear you could see his face tint a slight blue, "Besides, wouldn't you prefer a little more excitement in your minuscule lifespan?"

Ok, he's got you there. Not every day you get to be kidnapped by an alien robot, let alone a hot one that wants you to give him a lap dance. You weigh your options, give him a dance, or he may step on you. Preferring not to be butchered today, you sigh in defeat.

"Alright, I'll give you what you want," You cross your arms and tap your heel on the floor, "But after, are you gonna let me go or…"

He holds his talons to his face as if checking his non-existent manicure before giving you the most sultry stare with his glowing red eyes, "That, my dear fleshy, entirely depends on whether you deliver or not."

You choose to ignore the heat that instantly pooled into your lower stomach and whip out your phone. No cell signal… even if you wanted to call for help, there's no way to do so. Glancing up at the mech still seated before you, you shakily scroll through your playlist and press play. 'I'm A Slave 4 U' pretty much sums up your current circumstance. How ironic.

You do what you know best, scrapping together any little confidence from the bottom of the barrel and just going for it because your life is potentially on the line. Your sway your hips, exaggerating your movements as much as possible. Hands exploring your own body and running them through your hair. You feel sexy as fuck, and you most likely look like it, too, because the look this robot is giving you is enough to sear holes into the surface of the sun. His eyes drag over every exposed inch of your body, and his lips are pressed in a line with a slight tug at one of the corners.

You finish with a dramatic split to the floor, then slide to your hands and knees and crawl towards the red mech. For some reason, he appears smaller than when you had started, but you decide not to dwell on it and regard it as a strange quirk of an alien.

"My, that was very entertaining," He grins, bringing a pointy digit to drag under your chin, the sensation making your eyes water, "But I seem to have a little… problem if you are willing to indulge me."

You quirk your head, "Uh… what kind of problem?"

With a smirk, he brings his other hand to the plating between his spread legs and fiddles underneath them. With a clang, the plating falls away. It reveals a very erect phallic object resembling a dick if it were created from metal.

Oh, that kind of problem.

He leans back against the wall and rests his forearm on a bent knee, looking like a poser straight out of a porn mag. You swallow heavily as it's your turn to rake your eyes over his frame, wide eyes landing on the throbbing silver mass resting on his hip. This is wrong on so many levels, but you don't seem to resist as you extend your hand to brush your fingertips on the underside of his cock. His breath hitches as you do so.

"Eager already. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You humans are all the same," He pinches your cheeks with the hand still touching your face, "Go on, I don't have all night."

Bastard. It seems to you that he's the eager one because he draws your face closer to his cock that it now pokes into your cheek. It's oddly warm with a slight metallic smell, and now all you're thinking about is how it tastes. This is wrong. You grip his cock in your hand and slip the tip into your mouth, circling the tip a few times to collect the tiny drops of precum on your tongue. So very wrong.

He shivers, his grip moving from your cheeks to the top of your head. His fingers are sharp against your scalp, but you don't care. You're going to give this alien what he wanted and more. You want to blow his circuits for kidnapping you. With this in mind, you push his dick past your throat and take him to the hilt, causing him to buck into your mouth. Your eyes are watering again, threatening to spill out onto your cheeks.

"Scrap!" He whines before gripping your hair and ripping you off his dick. Harsh ex-vents blow onto your body, "You almost caused an overload!"

You're assuming that's the robot equivalent of an orgasm. You smirk, "That was the plan."

He huffs, "Well if that's how you want to play, I'll have to make you overload first."

He pounces, and you fall on your back with an oof, sharp talons clawing at your pants, ripping them clean off. He moves one hand and pins your arms above your head, and the other drags across your thighs to your embarrassingly wet folds. You pray to god he doesn't poke you.

"Pfft, by the amount of fluids accumulating down there, it seems like you are enjoying this." He scoffs, rolling his thumb around your clit, sending jolts of electric shocks up your spine, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Your head lulls to the side, allowing the mech to give you direct access to your neck. He hums, leaning down to give you pecks and love bites. How strangely gentle of him, "Just - guh - hurry up."

You can feel him smile against your collarbone, "Alright, if you say so~"

He removes his thumb and replaces it with something much more significant in size. It's pressing right against your entrance, and oh my god, it's pushing inside you. You throw your head back and clench your hands in his grip as he pushes the rest of his length inside you. It's throbbing against your walls as he seems to display some restraint to not fuck you into the floor at the first instance.

"My, you feel… very tight, dearie." His hips are flush against your own now, and all you can do is squirm as you feel him pressing against your cervix, which you're sure is about to be ruined.

He draws his hips back and re-enters you, and your vision goes white. It's slow pace at first, an agonisingly slow pace. Most likely to prevent his own orgasm and to draw you as close to the edge as possible. The bumps and ridges along his cock drag across your walls mind-numbingly, and you're not sure how long you will last.

The pace picks up until he slams you into the floor with every rut of his hips, abusing your G-Spot un relentlessly. The hand that wasn't trapping your arms is now gripping the plush flesh of your hip, aiding him in his thrusts. His little mewls and praises were unexpected but delightful against your ear, and they only drew you closer to finishing.

"I - haAHH - never got your - hggnh - name." You stutter out as he send a particularly harsh thrust, arching your back into his chassis.

"Knockout, dearie." He grunts, claws digging into your hips deep enough to draw blood, "And I - hffgh - expect you to scream it."

That was it. Knockout only had to slam into your aching pussy a few more times before your orgasm knocks you off the cliff. You cry out his name, as ordered, as your walls strangle his cock. He yelps against your neck as he unleashes a disturbing amount of cum inside you, rutting into you in jagged thrusts as he rides out his own. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs as your soft body fails to accommodate even a fraction of the amount. Legs quivering, he slowly draws his cock out, admiring your hole as the rest gushes out.

"Well, wasn't that exciting?" Knockout gives you a toothy smirk, lazily grinding his cock across your folds, "I think I'll keep you around, sweetheart."

No average person would be happy with that. Still, after tonight, you're very welcome to the idea of being a personal strip teaser for a devilishly hot alien robot.

#tfp x reader #tfp optimus #tfp wheeljack #tfp knockout #tfp knockout x reader #tfp wheeljack x reader #tfp optimus x reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 49

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

it's not enchanted without you by @adelfie

He rolls his shoulders back and shifts into his wolf form. He’s all dark fur and lupine when he raises his head again. Like this, he can match Lance’s height — head to tail. Not that it’s a competition. But still. -- In an enchanted forest, wolf shifter Keith and merperson Lance are best friends. They're not supposed to be. (Or, a cute kid fic in which Keith and Lance both have swishy tails and Shiro is Strict™)

could have sworn i recced this one already. anyways. this is SO CUTE, baby klance always is, but like the whole forbidden friendship trope is so....little keith dragging his friend along in a wagon so they can run together. weeping

2. what the deep night brings by @adelfie

Lance wakes up feeling uneasy and Keith comforts him.

cute klance piece. it's all anyone ever needs. keith being lance's comfort both because lance finds him comforting and keith wants to comfort him. SIGH

3. Gentron Day 2: Childhood Friend by sunshinehime

"Hey! Wanna play with me?" A simple question hangs in the air. The boy in front of him holds out his hand, blue eyes sparkling like the ocean on a sunny day. His wide grin reveals a few gaps where baby teeth used to be. He can barely look him in the eye and his old habit of stuttering his words rears its ugly head again. He expects the boy to get annoyed with him and leave in a huff. But it seems this day is full of surprises.

lance & hunk is so everything to me actually. and lance shamelessly flirting with hunk can be so personal. i just love them having the longest friendship known to man and literally being cosmically connected like they're so

4. fighting the surface by @tomminowrites

“Humans have shown quite the impressive drive for survival,” the Galra commander grins. “I want to see you fight against that. The druids claim drowning is quite the painful way to go." He tips Lance backward over the water, as Keith and Shiro struggle against their bonds. "If you surface, they die.” Lance’s eyes widen and he's pushed backward with a splash. ______ Keith, Shiro, and Lance are taken captive during a mission planet-side. The commander decides he only needs two paladins for interrogation, and decides to have a little fun while they wait for extraction. Lance is thrown into the deep with the threat that if he swims up for air, one of the other two will be shot. Obviously Lance would rather die than allow that. Later chapters will, of course, deal with Keith and Shiro losing their damn minds thinking Lance just drowned himself for them.

now this is a CLASSIC. truly. i remember talking about this fic out loud with a friend bc that was normal back then. god. anyways this fic was like THEE bamf lance fic for a WHILE and like the blue & lance dynamics are AMAZING. remember when water power lance was all the rage?? i do and so does this fic. lance shooting people between the eyes RIGHTS

5. Paladin of Water by SimplyVibing

"Well, say your goodbyes.” The Triq’en laughed and tossed Lance over the edge of the cliff. __________________________ In the middle of battle, the paladins realise two things : 1- Lance is very helpful in a fight. 2- There's more to which lion you pilot than they thought.

i will never ever in my life get tired of lance just absolutely tearing bitches up. power making him glow. just popping up from being half dead and going oh you thought you could actually kill me?? you stupid motherfucker?? try again

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i just love lance tearing shit up #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #shiro & lance #broganes #hunk #hunk garrett #hunk & lance #kid lance #kid keith #bamf lance #langst #keith angst #shiro angst #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

[bisexualiteaa]

When Will the Flames at Last Consume Us? Pt.3

Warning: smut 18+

AN: sorry for the delay in uploading parts, but its finally all here! This is the last part to this work and I am debating posting a few more I have written if these receive well! :) As always, I remain your humble and obedient servant, BT. 

You whined and moaned from beneath him at all of the nearly overwhelming feelings, your one arm draped around him, hand resting on his back to indulge in more of his skin against yours, as the other clung to the sheets next to your head for stability. His one hand holding your leg traversed up the rest of your body, allowing you the option to hook your leg around his hips or instead let it fall. His free hand trailed to yours that laid gripping at his sheets, opening your palm to allow his hand to join yours as he leaned down to kiss you once more. Your moans and panting joined together in a sensual symphony that made it harder to kiss, but neither of you seemed to mind. All that mattered was having this moment to be able to share with one another. your nails dragged along his back, leaving crescent shaped indentations and red, puffy streaks all along his spine and shoulders. He groaned at the feeling, knowing it was one of the ways you showed you liked what he was doing when your voice denied you the chance. “I much enjoy seeing you take control like this, oh!” you moaned in surprise as he found that bundle of nerves deep inside of you. “oh do you, love?” he asked teasingly, aiming his hips to make sure he would repeatedly hit that spot, making your eyes roll back. “Yes, the confidence you have like this, it should be a confidence you carry with you always. But when it is like this- ahh! For just you and I to know, it’s quite sexy. You make it look so effortless” you admitted through heavy breaths before you set your head back against the pillows, your mouth agape as endless moans fell from you. “Oh Erik, right there, please! Just like that love, so good..” you praised, making him hum at your words of praise and the way he could so easily get you to melt like this for him. 

“Please. Don’t stop, don't stop” you begged, the noticeable raise in pitch in your voice told him that you were getting close. You were right, perhaps he should allow this side of him to come forward more often. You boldly hooked both your legs around his hips, keeping him to you, making him slow for a moment. His eyes raked up your figure before his gaze set on yours with a dangerous glint. “That is a risky game you play, mon ange” he warned, his tone having noticeably dropped a bit lower as he spoke. While the change was unintentional on his part, seeing the way your eyes lit up from it made his pride soar. “I wish for you to fill me, mon amour” you replied with a mischievous grin, leaning up enough to playfully nip at his earlobe before a low, almost guttural growl left him as he resumed his pace. This time, his hips took on a deeper, more punctual rhythm, making you cling to him and moan louder. “Yes, yes! Oh gods, just like that, Erik!” you moaned out shamelessly, his hand laying once again on your hip, offering him some stability in his deeper strokes. “Oh darling, I’m right there. I want to cum so bad, please, Erik!” You begged, looking up at him through knitted brows and half lidded eyes. “Go ahead mon ange, I’m here. You are doing so good for me” he praised once more, making you shudder with delight,and much like earlier, it was all you needed to tip off the edge. “Erik, I-!” You went to warn, but the moan bubbling from within you interrupted your sentence as your back arched, sending your nails raking down his back. He groaned at the feeling, combined with your walls tightening around him as you reached your climax, he found his, moaning with you as he spilled himself inside of you. 

He leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, loving kiss as your hips moved against each other, riding out the electric feeling of your highs before finally stilling. you gave a satisfied hum as you felt him pulse from inside of you, the warm feeling of him filling you as the both of you sat, having truly been one with one another, sent a shiver though you with delight. “That is truly a heavenly feeling” You spoke, making the both of you chuckle as you shared one last, short kiss. “I hope I didn’t you, mon ange” he replied, knowing that he had lost a bit of his self control. “No love, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect” You praised, littering his neck and collarbone once more with appreciative kisses before peering up at him with a warm, loving smile that washed away his every worry. “I worry more about you, I fear my nails did quite a number on your back my love” You added, concern evident in your voice as your fingers trailed along the angry, red marks. “I much enjoy the marks you leave on me, claiming me yours” He consoled with a grin, reaching beside the bed to the floor to grab the towel that laid there from not long ago to help clean you both up and keep the mess from the bed. “so long as I don’t hurt you, that is the last thing I would ever want” You replied, cuddling up together under the silk sheets, your hand resting on his chest as his sat protectively at your waist. “I am well, mon amour, you need not worry. Though I do think I may try that again sometime, I rather enjoy seeing you fall apart underneath me and begging me to touch you” He responded, making you give a hum of intrigue at his proposition. “Please do, I liked it a lot, but also know that I am perfectly happy no matter what. So long as I have you, I am happy to do anything you want” you replied, resting your head against his chest, making him smile knowing your words to be sincere. “Je t’aime, mon ange” he spoke softly, kissing the top of your head. “Je t'aime aussi, Erik” you replied with a loving smile, kissing his collarbone before the both of you drifted off into the most peaceful slumber. 

#erik destler #erik destler smut #erik destler x reader #phantom of the opera

[endless-season]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

tagged by @defeateddetectives /o/

3 ships you like: *looks into void* do I even have 3 proper ships

1) MikoIzuTotsu (Suoh Mikoto x Kusanagi Izumo x Totsuka Tatara) - K

And no one was surprised. I MEAN ITS BEEN OVER TEN YEARS. BUT A GOOD CHUNK OF THOSE TEN YEARS WERE DEDICATED TO HOMURA TRIO (well technically... the real answer is Totsuka Tatara however we will ignore that for the sake of this meme). Get yourself two others who will go through it all with you thick or thin. Get yourself a leash i mean what. Get yourself a Kusanagi-san! Settle down in a bar and raise i mean gather a gang family!

2) Qin Jiu x You Huo - Global Examination

Felt obligated to include them since I'm currently trying to drag ppl to read this lmao. Also bc i have no ships to answer with, help. BUT THE CHEMISTRY! I mean, this is probably the first time I clearly see what people mean by the word ~ chemistry ~. Qin Jiu is such a chaotic menace, You Huo is such a chaotic menace, they are similar but also different and then put them together and everyone suffers, it's beautiful *wipes tear*. But they are also so so so soft together (i was going to say, in private.... but also in front of people's salad so!!!) *clutches heart*. The author, 木苏里 just does a create job exploring the two throughout the story, READ GLOBAL EXAMINATION! THERE'S ALSO AN ONGOING MANHUA THAT COVERS LIKE A THIRD. DO IT. and then send me liveblogs pls and thanks.

3) H-h-help... ships... are hard... I... don't ...

first ship ever: IzuTotsu (Kusanagi Izumo x Totsuka Tatara) - K Shamelessly links to that post where I sobbed over everything #Actual Marriage Goals The trust! The intuitive understanding! The communication! (sorry Mikoto, your grunting fails you) The ~ G o S s i P i n g ~ ! The mutual support and comfort ;_;! The domesticity of it all! The quipping and doting! The we're all in this (this = Mikoto doom but with matching wing tattoos) together! The seemless division of labor haha

last song you heard: i turned on my playlist when i saw this question so that by the time i finish answering the meme and come back to this question, i will have an answer… Anyways, so the answer is…. ~ wHAT A coINcindENce ~ Dark Night Fireworks, Lucien's season 1 theme from MLQC.

favourite childhood book: Uh........ idk.... Deltora Quest? Alex Rider series? If manga counts then maybe Detective Conan? lmao.

currently reading: I’m Not Shouldering This Blame (这锅我不背) Current novel in my danmei binging spree. 40 chaps in, enjoying it so far. Synopsis gives a pretty good idea of what to expect. Hordes of book transmigrators trying to derail or benefit from knowing the plot, military dealing with the supernatural mess and notifying MC and ML who are supposedly the villains, MC... just trying to work in peace cmon, ML... just trying to seduce MC cmon.

currently watching: Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End Just finished it over the last few days hence why there's a few posts in my queue. It’s nice and chill. I admit I was eyeing Himmel the moment he appeared in the first episode and didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his instant transformation / flashforward to old bald man. Was pleasantly surprised to see him appearing constantly in flashbacks haunting the narrative ethereal dead wife style lmao.

currently consuming: I waited for dinner to write this! Was lazy tonight so just a bunch of easy to prep in 5 min sides. Rice, Prawn dumplings, Chilli Bamboo (Fu Chi brand), Century Egg + Tofu + Pork floss, Smashed cucumber salad that I managed to ruin :/

currently craving: A reason to live A shiny new satisfying fandom obsession... Motivation and energy and wisdom to adult... A yakult and WangLaoJi... ... ...... *walks to fridge and grabs yakult and wanglaoji*

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A rare meme where I'm gonna actually tag!!! See what ppl are up to and eating these days >:)

@qserasera @chiaki-c @nervous-sheep @alice-chan-chan @jelly-cooperation

@laxmiree @caesurables @pu-san @vanishing-apples @dijeh

@ittybi @ellie-winthrope @bloomingmitsuri @a-justaway-is-just-a-justaway @constastan

As usual feel free to skip if tagged or do even if not tagged :> Edit: why is tagging not working *squints*

#askbox #k stuff #i havent used that tag in ages #stuff i post #placeholderrrrrrr #k project #global examination #frieren

[shuckinbeanz]

SCREAM 3 (Yan!GhostFace!Baku)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, Katsuki is insane, Katsuki is a yandere, Katsuki’s POV, but he eventually short-circuits 😂 so it goes to reader's POV and back again, nerdy reader, reader is a brat, Katsuki being a big puppy for reader, confessions & cuteness, making out, oral(male receiving), face fucking, daddy papa bear kink, and size kink. was originally intended as a full on smut, but I couldn't resist the end lmfao 😂 imagination is good for the mind and body, so go nuts with how he rails ya'll 🥵 maybe continue it in rbs or asks or something i wont mind srsly

I'm sorry I haven't been posting and have just been reblogging, I'm suffering from writer's block and tryin to get over it 😩 it is working, bit by bit

~Masterlist~

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Ya'll already know if you read the opening and especially the ending, but I’ll warn again; the reader is fruitloopy due to the fact they accept what Katsuki did and still have the hots for him despite the fact he's a murderer, because this is a consent blog ✨ (not me shamelessly promoting the other parts 😂)

tags: @parker-natasha

The spam from your group chat had him red-faced. Along the lines of 'Oooooo N/N gettin HUNNY 🥴' 'U go N/N 😂' 'bb u in for a SURPRISE ✨🤤' '👉👌'. It wasn't long before you turned off your cellphone. He could see your ears as red as he felt his face was, and he couldn't help but think about how cute you were, clinging to his arm and dragging him along.

As much as the height difference made it awkward for him to follow you, he was basking under your touch; whether you knew it or not, you were practically clinging to his arm, and for Katsuki...this was a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He couldn't keep in the lovestruck grin that graced his lips.

You. The love of his life, the Deity he worships, the sweet loveable you who he killed for...you thanked him. Something he never expected you to do. Ever. Because he'd resolved himself to play the villain to protect you. The sweet, innocent you.

You were clinging so beautifully to his arm, dragging him along with a strength he never knew you had, to where you had lived. That place--a Forbidden Palace he never allowed himself to encroach further on. As you pull him closer and closer, the louder he could hear his own heart thud in his chest. The more and more anxious he found himself become. Soon enough, a pitiful sound escapes him; something he couldn't contain. You immediately turned around, reaching up to cup his face with your small hands. Genuine worry on your face. "'tsuki...it's okay. Okay?" you coo up at him and he melts into your touch. He lifts his hand to grab yours, but he pause midway. How could he dare touch you with bloodied hands? You smile at him, then. Smile. At. Him. You take his hand gingerly, and his heart skips a beat. "It's okay. We're almost there." you say to him, before turning around, his hand in yours, leading him once more.

And you were right; your place was close-a small apartment complex. You lead him up to your door, before releasing him to get your keys. "It's a bit messy inside." you say, craning your head to glance up to him briefly. He shakes his head-because truthfully, he didn't care. You snort. "Well, it is, so I'm sorry, ahead of time." you tell him as you put your key into the keyhole and turn it. "Don't care..." he mumbles, the jingling making him anxious in a different manner, the fact that his obsession was unlocking their door for him, despite knowing about his crime setting in all too quickly.

You open your door with a soft laugh, "Welcome to L/N's humble abode." you say, beckoning him in as you toe off your shoes with practiced ease. And really, he realized as he follows you in, it was a humble abode. He watches you walk into the living room and take a turn into the kitchen as he removes one boot at a time, before following you. It was a decently sized space; a very short and almost claustrophobic hallway connected to the small mudroom at the entrance lead to a living room on the left, and a small kitchen off to the right. Beyond these two rooms was a longer hallway that had lead to what he assumed to be a bathroom, and a bedroom as he stood waiting for you while you were in the kitchen. It was small, yes, but it was big enough for one or two people. A couple. He raised a hand to his forehead, dragging his palm down his flushed face as he tried to will away that thought. A couple.

"Want something to drink?" your voice ringing right behind him makes him jump out of his skin, releasing a strangled sound at the back of his throat. How'd you get so close without him noticing?! You laugh at his reaction. At his expense. As embarrassing as it was, he thought bringing his hand up again to hide half his face from view as you peeked around and up at him, it was also cute. Red eyes flick to your face very briefly to see a mischievous gremlin smile gracing your lips. "Your ears are red, 'tsuki~" you teased, and yes, he knew they were.

"Just water..." he grumbled, averting his gaze from you as you round him, offering him a cold water bottle. He takes it, and you walk by him, taking his free hand to lead him to the couch. Once you both were comfortably seated, he downs half the bottle. Several moments of silence pass before he hears you speak. "So...you have something to tell me? Or...do you want me to go first, 'tsuki?" you asked.

Something to tell you? He couldn't bring himself to even so much as glance your way, his mind beginning to reel. Something to tell you? Like how he heard those bastards who wanted to defile you, like how he killed every last one of those motherfuckers? How much he'd made those fuckers suffer, knocking off a bitch bimbo or two while he was at it? No, that'd make you afraid of him. Right? He didn't want that! He wanted to protect you! The one he'd loved so much!

He'd loved...

Or did you want him to tell you how he'd been sent spiraling downhill uncontrollably, completely and utterly obsessed with you? Since the beginning. He'd been falling and falling. Maybe, at first, he knew it was wrong, but now? Now that he's killed for you? Katsuki wasn't so sure anymore; if it was wrong or not. That thread has long since snapped.

"'tsuki?" he hears your worried voice, and finally, he turns to you. Close. You were close. Katsuki was quickly overwhelmed by this, all train of thought coming to a crashing halt, his face burning up.

~~~

He was silent for awhile, refusing to look at you and answer you. You could tell from his body language-his posture-something was churning inside his head. And you had a hunch what that something was, so you carefully inched close to him. "'tsuki?" you called him, worried. Your voice brings a jolt in him as his head swivels to you, and you hold back your laugh at how quickly his face, ears, and neck turn a lurid crimson; bright enough to rival his widened eyes. Okay, perhaps you were a little too close. You find yourself smiling softly, feeling your cheeks heat slightly, for a few short moments.

"I...overheard." you admit, allowing time for your words to begin to sink in. "What that man wanted to do." you say to him, his beet red flush beginning to cool as you speak to him, one sentence at a time, slowly. "The man...you killed." you say to him. You could see horror and panic very slowly begin to settle into his sharp features. "'tsuki." you call him again. "I meant it." you tell him, seriously. "When I said thank you." you say. His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth, but no words come out.

You look down, your hand searching for his. "Sweet thing..." you say the nickname he'd called you softly, watching his fingers flex and hesitantly intertwine with yours. "I..." you hear him try to speak. "Truth be told, I, uh...." you trail off, trying to find the courage to confess to the man whose hand you were holding, "I love you." trying to find the right words to tell him how long--

'I love you.'

Once the three raspy words register over your inner scramble to find the right words, you whip your head up to look at him in awe, and a pang of disbelief. The man you were head over heels for...just confessed to you, before you could confess to him. The loveable man in front of you, looking so adorable going shade after shade redder by the second. Without a second thought, you swing one leg over his legs to straddle his lap, his embarrassed sputtering going in one ear and out the other.

"Thah--Buh--Ah--"

You cup his face, tilt your head and lean in to place your lips on his in a brief chaste kiss, the scent of warm caramel clouding your senses. The warbled noise that escapes him when you pull away; the adorable 'please' in his gaze makes you smile as you lean back in to pepper him with soft kisses. He sighs in content, basking in your affection, his tense form melting under your kisses. It isn't until the nth kiss you press onto his lips that he kisses back, which earns a giggle from you.

You could feel his smile as you kissed him and he kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. This slow, sweet kiss was shared for several moments before you both break apart. You bring a hand to caress his face, gazing at his lovely features, his hands resting on your hips. "I love you, too, 'tsuki." you tell him in a small voice, shyly. His smile widens, thumbs rubbing a brief circle before he leans down slowly to kiss you-so sweetly, as if asking permission-and you close the distance, locking your lips with his, carding your fingers through his soft hair.

You nip on his lower lip, silently asking for more, and he complies with a soft groan; parting his lips to allow you entrance, his tongue wrestling yours. His taste. Heavens above, he was more intoxicating than you dreamed of. You scoot up on his lap to get closer to him, closer to his warmth, your pelvis bumping into something very hard and quite large. You could feel his gasp in your mouth at that contact.

"That--"

For you, this was a dream come true. Feeling mischievous, you grind against him. "Fuck." he grunts, stilling your hips.

" 'tsuki?" you hum.

"We...can't."

~~~

"We...can't." he says. " 'tsuki…" he hears you whine, he sees those pretty eyes looking up at him. "That--I-" he tries. Those pretty eyes. "It's not that I don't want to, it's--fuck--" he grunts, feeling his face heat up. "If--that-" he starts. Begging him.

See, Katsuki had self-restraint practically in spades. But now that he was beneath the beautiful you in the flesh, that which he prided himself in crumbles completely. "I won't be able to control myself." he grits out, hanging on a thread. "Then don't, 'tsuki." you say, very close to sending him reeling down the path of debauchery that only happened in his dreams. Those gorgeous eyes looking up at him, pleading with him.

He didn’t want to scare you. Damn, you were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you, not--

" 'tsuki?" you call him sweetly.

How could he say no?

"Consent." he manages. Your pretty eyes widen up at him, while he goes through an internal struggle. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. So sweet, so beautiful…so innocent looking. You grace him with your laughter, pink dusting your cheeks-music to his ears, sending shivers up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps.

He wanted to corrupt you. But that would have to wait. He wanted to savor his first time with you. Take things nice and slow.

But first, he wanted to know if you wanted him, too.

"I need your consent, y/n." he says, and just push yourself closer to him. "I don't want to hurt you." he says, as you wrap your arms around his neck, "I--" planting a hot one on his lips to shut him up. "Jus' fuck me, already, 'tsuki." you tell him, and something in him snaps.

Oh, sweetheart. He'll fuck you, alright.

Large hands cup your ass, fingers digging into your supple flesh, anchoring you to him. He could hear your gasp, your cute squeal as he stood up, followed by your playful laughter as he carried you down the hall while you clung to him. "La-last one down--" you gasp breathlessly, your sweet lips searching for his, your hands tugging wantonly at his blonde locks. He grunts, hiking you up and craning his head, and you latch on as he keeps you secure around his hips, making out with him as he reaches out a hand and turns the knob, kicking the door open. Vermillion eyes glance up and flit about your room as he carries you to the bed.

Your room. Your bed.

He pulls away from the kiss when his knees meet the bed, plopping you on top of the mattress. "Fuck--" he grunts, your hand already reaching under his tank top, gliding over his trail and feeling up his abs, exploring up, up, up, one sneaky little finger from your other hand hooping under his belt.

You're a brave one, aren't 'cha?

He reaches up behind himself, pulling off his hoodie, his tank top quickly following, discarded on the floor. He chuckles darkly, catching you staring at the very visible tent straining from within the tight confines of his jeans. "Like what 'cha see, sweet thing?" he smirks down at you, watching your pretty hues flit up to him. You give him a coquettish smile, and he could see the mischief in your eyes as you grabbed his belt and proceeded to wrestle it undone. He stays put-he lets you do you, a huff of amusement escaping through his nose.

His eyes spot something tucked beneath your pillows. He could see it very well; right there, in your preferred color, lay a dildo. You made quick work of his belt, situating yourself better, the mattress bouncing under your excited movement, before you undo the button and lower the zipper of his jeans, the latter's teeth ripping open with only the slightest tug, his cock free from it's tightest confine, creating a huge tent in his briefs. He licks his lips, your beautiful gasp making his cock throb in anticipation. He gives you a wicked smirk, reaching for your toy. You want him to fuck you, sweet thing, and believe him, he wants to fuck you six ways from Sunday.

After you see what he had reached for, you begin sputtering. You're so cute, he thinks, seeing the start of some letters, turning it...

..to see his name. "That, 'tsuki--that's!" you try, your embarrassed squeaks only fueling the flame. Boosting his ego. "Fuck, sweetheart." he grunts. You're not as innocent as he thought you were. He steps back, taking your chin and lifting it as he bends and just kisses you.

You, his lovely obsession, had a fucking dildo you used, with his fucking name on it.

Well, when he was done with you, you wouldn't need the damn thing anymore. He'd make damn sure he replaces his own fucking replacement. And that's a promise.

"Mhmn." he hums as he pulls away, chuckling as your lips chase him. "Wanna put them pretty lips somewhere else?" he asks, your toy discarded somewhere in lieu of teasing the band of his briefs while he thumbed at your lips with his other hand.

He watches your gaze dip lower and lower, meeting with his prominent bulge. He was bigger than you had imagined him to be; he knew he would fill you up better than any toy you would use when you fantasized about him.

"How 'bout wrapping 'em around my cock." he says. It wasn't a question.

He pulls down the band as you bring your face close, his erection springing free onto your face with a plap. He can't contain the sigh of relief that escapes him as you gasp. "You're big, Papa Bear…" you sigh, the puff of hot air and the petname sending electricity through his body. You give him an experimental kitten lick, making him groan.

Papa Bear? Naughty fuckin' thing.

He wanted so badly to fuck your face, his mind and body warring with each other. He feels your hot wet mouth take him in suddenly, and his hips instinctively buck forward into the welcoming heat.

"Fuck-" he grunts.

He places a hand on the back of your head, encouragingly. After a few moments of making him see stars, he manages to coax you off. He caresses your cheek.

He wanted to do so many things to you, but only for you would he take things slow.

"You wanna be good for Papa?" he asks. He can hear you gasp, he can see your pupils dilate. You nod up at him so sweetly. He can feel his mouth going dry. "Think you can handle a good face fuckin', Teddy Bear?" he asks you. And what do you do? You open your moist cavern, dangling your tongue out expectantly.

That's what you want, isn't it?

"A'ight, you fuckin' asked for it." he growls, lining up his cock with your mouth, and you-you cheeky little thing-you take him into your mouth and begin to suck. He grunts out a curse, one hand on the back of your head. "Gimme a pinch if I get too rough, sweetheart." he warns you, not giving you a chance to give him some form of reply.

He can feel your hands grab at his thighs as he proceeds thrust into your face, guiding your head, soon finding a rhythm-slowly to begin with, so you can get used to him.

You were so eager, though. Despite gagging around him, tears in your eyes, you made sure to give him enough suction to send tingles throughout his body. Your tongue, too. The hot appendage stroking him in all the right places, giving rise to his moans. "Oh, Teddy Bear--feel s'fuckin' good." he sings your praises.

Balls deep. He's fucking your face, and you're taking it like a fucking trooper, pretty little stars in your eyes while you look up at him. "Ooh, fuck–" a wanton groan escapes him as he throws his head back, your slurps and wet needy chokes complimenting his sounds of approval.

So sweet. So beautiful. Your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, that lovely tongue of yours doing absolute wonders where he's most sensitive. 

You're so observant, listening to and watching his reactions, easily figuring out how to pleasure him, pretty tears streaming from your beautiful eyes.

"S'pretty, yes y'fuckin' are." he praises, panting. He was getting so close, so quickly, and he knew you knew he was. "Ooh, babe…!" he gasps as you suck harder, trying to milk him of all he's worth, making his eyes roll back into his head. He clenches his jaw, his thrusts getting sloppier. "Te-Teddy Bear-" a rasp escapes him, his jaw dropping as he groans.

"Close, 'm close, wh-ere-d'ya-" his voice cracks, and your hands grab hold of his hips, the tell-tale pressure silently telling him inside while you give him a dick melting suck that sends him into a tizzy, three more sloppy thrusts seeing him over the edge in an intense orgasm, knees weak and body shuddering at each shot of cum you all but greedily milk from him while you choke on his cock.

His grip on your head loosens, both of his arms going slack. He could feel you suckling as you pull off him, giving his half-hard cock a sticky kiss before wrapping them pretty lips around his sensitive cock head only to give him yet another dick melting suck, tongue curled around him, making him jolt. He pulls you off his half hard cock, the impish sparkle in your eyes giving rose to something in him.

"Don't be cheeky." he warns you as you curl your fingers around the base of his length. You grin up at him. "What are you gonna do?" you ask daringly, your next words kindling to his darkest desire to turn you into an obedient obsession. "Punish me?"

Boy, little had he known, you were a brat. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a no doubt feral grin. "Trust me, sweetheart. You don't want that." he tells you.

You simply shrug, prettily. His last thread was dangerously close to snapping. His desire-his need to make this first time together something special…

"What if I do?"

…all too easily flushed away by you. 

He cranes his head back, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly.

One chance, he tells himself. He'll only give you one chance.

"Ya might wanna run, babe." he warns you , darkly, scowling down at you. If you did run, oh divine, he'd have to hunt you down, protect you from the horrors of the world, locking you away if he needed to, and care for your every fucking whim, want, and need. He'd make damn sure you'd be perfectly happy. A perfect, sweet, obedient, darling, divine obsession.

You catch him off guard; pulling his wrists towards you sharply, sending him hovering over you with a startled grunt, his large hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head. The sweet titters that pass your lips and ring throughout your bedroom pinball inside his skull. "You already got me, so what's the point, Kats?" you tease him.

You'd love that, wouldn't you, darling?

A feral grin splits across his face.

"Aight, then. I'll make you scream for me, darlin'." he promises you, already pawing away your clothes.

He'll make you Scream, until your voice runs out.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #dynamight x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #ghostface!bakugo x reader #ghostface!bakugou x reader #yandere bnha #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugou katsuki #college!au #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugo smut #bakugou smut

[lonely--shine]

HELLO I'm BACK! :3 I still need to catch up on your other posts (looking forward to reading them!! 💙) but in the meantime I really really wanna ask:

#18 and #44

(I'm reasonably certain those are ones you haven't been asked yet, apologies if they're repeats!!) 💖

Welcome back! :D (ahfsdgh, you're so sweet, thank you! 💙)

18. What's their birthday?

Okay, funny fact, the only reason they have an assigned birthday is because a year or two ago someone asked this on Insta xD I don't usually asign birthdays, and I don't pay attention to star signs, so don't try to know the characters through their birthdate.

Alnair: 6th of December (they share birthday with me :3)

Atlas: 19th 15th of May (apparently when I was asked on Insta I chose the 19th but I was convinced there was a 5 somewhere in the day so I'm shamelessly moving it 4 days back xD)

Shell: 13th of March

44. How do they celebrate? With a few people, or a large group? On their own? Does it depend on the occasion? What warrants celebration to them?

(Since last question was birthday I'm gonna assume this is mainly birthday celebrations)

Alnair: They celebrate with their friends, meeting somewhere to eat and have fun. She likes to bake something herself for the event, there will alwasy be at least one kind of baked good to eat. As for Vesuvia's official celebrations (Masquerade, Winter Ball, Harvest Festival, etc.) she likes to attend the event and have fun with her friends, staying away from the crowded areas. They enjoy celebrations that give opportunity for gift exchanges or actively participating in activities.

Atlas: More of a private person when celebrating his own birthday. He likes to wake up early and have a stroll in the market before it's crowded, treating himelf to some fried pastry (he likes to choose a different one every year) on the way, if he sees something that particualarly strikes his fancy he will buy it as well. Back home, he lets his friends throw whatever party they deem appropiate. He enjoys festivals where merchants put up their stands, often with special or seasonal goods tied to the festivity, enjoying to see and try it all. He's more mild about Big Events but since he married Nadia and has to attend, he's learned how to enjoy them.

Shell: That's a good question I haven't thought about before. Hmm. There will probably ne mischief to have, harmless pranks to play (and I mean harmless, she wouldn't give scarejumps to random passerbies, but she would trick friends). She would probably try to buy you something, and it's mandatory that at the end of the day she drags her friends to a tavern to drink (if you wish not to have booze that's absolutely okay) and sing shanties no matter your musical talent, the point's to have fun. She enjoys Vesuvia's official celebrations as well, no matter if they're fancy events or folks festivals, and if there's any kind of competitive event you cna bet she'll be taking part in it. Or, at least, that's how it was for pre-plague!Shell, as with most things, this can change on route, and I can't imagine Nadia's Shell celebrating in the same way xD (but this answer would still be mostly true for Julian, Portia, Lucio, and maybe Asra's routes)

#shine answers #ask #the arcana #not art #thanks for letting me ramble about my babies :3

[levi-heichous]

i'm a criminal ( i'll take your heart & go ) part 2

part 1 here!! 

pairing: levi x f!reader, erwin x f!reader ( NOT a 3some situation )

word count: 8.6k

content: oral sex ( f receiving ), breeding, infidelity??, lots of drama & angst, daddy kink ( not for levi i'm SORRY ), use of "whore" as unsexy degradation

author’s note: i decided to mix 2 requests into one story because they seemed to harmonise really well! once again, a big shoutout to the requests that were sent to create this story  ( 1 & 2 [ the second request of anon #2 also played a big part in this storyline, but i'll be posting the message in the next part because of spoilers!!!!!] )! 

part 3 to be released in the future! ( i don't wanna say "soon" bc it took me forever to publish this chapter )

mature content. 18+. minors do not interact.

as you lay in bed with captain levi, drawing hearts with your fingertip into the skin of his bare back that faces you, you wonder if time itself can truly heal your scars. the pad of your finger traces over textured skin every time you pass by a healed scratch or gash ( there's plenty on the captain's entire body ) and you see that time doesn't actually heal. it just patches things up to be acceptable, but never the same.

you love levi and he loves you, too. you no longer feel like you belong to the jealousy and greed he's harboured over the past few years; you truly belong to him as a person, not just property. will this suffice as time passes or is this feeling, too, just a temporary fix for the problems you've encountered with him in the past?

you clearly remember the day when commander erwin stomped into the girls' sleeping quarters and had to watch captain levi slowly pull out of you and shove himself back into his pants ( shamelessly, you might add ). instead of blowing up in front of the entirety of the soldiers, the two of them went upstairs to have a civil discussion instead, in which levi counted out and named the cadets that erwin has meddled with since he was put into power. there weren't many, but there was more than the one ( you ) that captain levi ended up with. with the commander's blessing ( read: tolerance ), the captain was happy to have your things moved to his room where you would be allowed to stay during your time as a cadet.

though there was bliss emanating from the both of you, an obstacle that made itself too well known not too long after was the fragility of human life. even with captain levi's presence, the number of close calls was much too high. there were bigger, more important things that captain levi had to prioritise than you when you're out in battle, but he ended up jeopardising them a few times in order to save your life.

a rather ruinous injury in the battlefield had you assigned to bedrest for a month and levi was almost foaming at the mouth as he argued with his commander for hours to retire you. calmly, commander erwin argued that if you weren't part of the survey corps, your presence would no longer be required at the headquarters, so a compromise was met: you were given the title of an honorary survey corps member and you were henceforth a glorified maid. it was clear from the start that fighting titans wasn't sustainable for you and, if anything, you're almost relieved, elated even, about your injury. the only way you'll find yourself in 3d manoeuvre gear again is if there really were no more soldiers left to fight, so death can only come if there was a titan invasion that reached all the way to the survey corps headquarters.

with your new title, it was all too easy to learn how to meet your lover's standards. you were someone who enjoyed cleaning ( the alternative was much worse ) — no groaning or dragging feet when asked to wipe down his office or any other room for that matter. not only were you willing, you were good at it, and these two features are not often found together. if he thought he loved you before...

"stop it. it.. feels weird." a groggy voice washes away the reminiscing and you can't help but smile as you lean in and press a kiss to levi's shoulder.

"why do you have such an aversion to saying it tickles?" in the past, you've tried moving your fingertips along his sides, even going so far as to test his feet, armpits, and tummy, too — but to no avail would he ever admit that he's ticklish.

"because it doesn't, brat." he turns over and, contrary to his annoyed voice, his eyes are warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "just because you're ticklish doesn't mean everyone is."

the rolling of your eyes is so easily suspected and he combats it by pressing his lips against yours, scooting closer so he can have your chest flush against his. ever since you've moved in, levi enforced a policy of sleeping nude for easier access each night and morning. the only time he ever thought about retracting it was when you were too comfortable in your bare state and opened the door like that for commander erwin — he left levi's room without even saying what he came to discuss and his cheeks burning bright red.

"should i also start tickling you now to see how you react, sweetheart?" his long fingers reach up to hover above your neck, but you're already cringing and wailing for him to stop. muffling a smug laugh, he replaces his fingertips with his mouth instead and leans in to grab a patch of skin with his teeth where he noticed your usual purple and pink faded to light green, suckling down on it as he trails his fingertips along your protruding clavicle, then down to your chest where he gropes at your plentiful flesh with a soft groan.

"don't you have some drills to oversee?" you mutter with no intention of actually letting him leave; you know damn well he doesn't care about having to watch a bunch of sweaty kids exercise. as if your body's been trained ( it may as well have been with how frequent your escapades with levi are ), you part your legs to wrap one around both of his and pull him closer until you can grind your leaking slit against his thigh. the warm and wet feeling forces a growl to build in his chest and he wastes no time in grabbing a handful of your ass this time, nails digging into the plush skin.

"yes, but i think the drilling you and i are thinking of are quite different," he murmurs against your damp skin. "besides, you wouldn't want me out there frustrated and still horny, do you? imagine how much more running i'll make the cadets do, just to watch—" you cut him off with a sneaky squeeze to his tip and he only laughs in response, somehow entertained by the idea of him being creepy.

"you're so mean sometimes... do you like it when i get jealous or something?" but you already know the answer. though he'd never entice those feelings from you to the same degree he did before, he likes seeing you nestle against him like your rubbing will mark him, or the way your hand squeezes tighter when you two walk by christa; not to mention how much more enthusiastic your hips are when you ask to be on top that night when these things happen.

levi only offers you a knowing grin and he pulls back so you can see it, pushing your shoulder down to keep you flat on the bed as he kisses the tip of your nose. he stares into your eyes for a moment, enjoying the proximity and tenderness of getting to be with you like this. his breath is tangible on your mouth too and you lean up to steal a kiss, earning you another wide smile before he trails kisses down the expanse of your chest, stomach, then the area just above your folds.

oh, he loves stalling and watching you become riled up underneath him. his hands grab the outside of your thighs and he scoots back so he's on his knees, but his torso is close to the bed, head resting on the inside of one of your legs. he's so close, but he's denying you any chance to actually feel him where you're starting to need it the most.

"levi," you grumble, reaching a feeble hand out to try and grab his hair, but it gets shot down in an instant. his eyes are locked on to your puffy slit and the way your nectar glistens with the help of the warm sunlight that illuminates it — the most tempting meal he's ever laid eyes on.

not a second longer is he able to resist, so he indulges himself and dips his head to lick a thick stripe from the bottom of your cheeks, all the way up to your hooded clit, making sure the very tip of his tongue lingers against the sensitive nerves. already, you're squirming and clenching your fists by your side, your lips whispering little pleas of more, more, more. though he acts as if your words and cute little antics fall on deaf ears and blind eyes, he can't hide the way his cock twitches and starts to drip onto his sheets, nor the way his nails start to dig into your skin as he laps his way down to the origin of your sweet honey. his lewd slurps are embarrassingly loud and his accompanying moans are as well, sounding more like he's stumbled upon a world renowned chef's cooking, but your noises are no longer held back and challenge his as your back arches so you lean your hips forward just a bit more to have the tip of his nose press against your throbbing clit.

a large hand hits the side of your ass before he presses down harshly on your tummy to keep you down; he's in control right now. despite not meeting his eyes, you can feel his glare and you try to look anywhere else, but he won't relent unless you give in — you know this. the lifting of his face is felt instantaneously and you panic to look at him now, and only when your eyes meet does he lower himself back down to continue licking up each drop of your slick. this time, his tongue delves inside of you and it's velvet against velvet, the vibrations of his feral moans only driving you closer and closer to ecstasy. the palm on your stomach disappears until all you feel are a few rough fingertips that trail up and down the expanse of your torso to elicit goosebumps as he devours you deeper and more sloppily. his spit is no longer controllable as it mixes with your juices and he finally brings his other hand to press a thumb against your clit, skillfully rubbing it in the circles you taught him to draw months ago.

your release comes suddenly and without warning, but your screams and his name coming off your lips at such a volume make him forgive you right away, his mouth still working on the new influx of your sweet juice until he's satisfied and you're no longer at risk of dripping onto his bed ( not that it matters when he's been ruining it himself ).

"good girl," he murmurs, pushing himself up on his knees whilst wiping his mouth with his wrist. the sun shines from behind in such a way that has him absolutely glowing, as if he's surrounded by an aura; if he asked you right now what you think god looks like, you'd answer that it must be him. isn't levi your god anyways when you worship every inch of him and blindly follow his laws without complaint?

the compliment makes your cheeks burn even deeper with scarlet and you smile down at him, elbows propped up and holding the brunt of your weight with your chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath.

levi shifts to move his back against the wall so his legs are spread out and feet are almost touching the long edge of the bed ( it's adorable that his legs aren't long enough to reach the end, but you'd never say it out loud ).

"c'mere, sweetheart," he coos for you, patting his thick and muscled thighs with his palms to show you your seat. without another thought, your achy joints move to obey so you're straddled on his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck. almost instantly, your face finds the crook of his neck and nuzzles for warmth and comfort, his musky smell almost intoxicating, even after all this time you've spent together. his cock is weeping as it slaps against your tummy and he moves his palm around it in uneven strokes, filling the room with the wet sounds of his indecent act, but it only makes you hungrier for him. you want — no, you need it.

"levi, please," you whisper. even from down here, you can feel the way his jaw tenses with his all-too-wide smile — he wants to hear more. "please fuck me... i miss you! it's been too long and i want you to make me feel full. didn't you say you wanted to fill me with your child? this time is it, i know it. god, please—"

it's only been a few hours since he was last inside of you, but the way you still crave him and are willing to let him achieve his wildest dreams with you makes you irresistible to him. the growl in his chest is riveting and your mouth parts even before he enters you, but when he does, you're in the perfect disposition to whimper out his name. time and time again, he fills you to the brim and even tries to go deeper until his tip is kissing the entrance of your cervix, his cock's crown creating a tiny, but visible bulge at the bottom of your tummy, and yet, your walls create an iron vice that tests his self-control and the pressing urge to just spill inside of you — this time is no different.

in no time at all, sweat mats his bangs to his forehead and he’s panting hard. his fingers are bruising around your hips and he loves the colour that blooms in the shape of his phalanges every so often, today most likely being one of them. each push inside of you is another sound of a wet slap that ricochets off the wooden walls, barely doing anything to cover up his animalistic grunts and your pathetic whimpers. shaking, your palms snake their way to his full cheeks and you lift them up just a bit so he takes the hint to let his eyes meet yours. once they do, you smile and lean in for a sweet kiss, letting your hips move to the rhythm of his whilst he swallows each of your lewd moans. he’s close already, but he doesn’t want to let go of you or pull away from your suffocating heat; tightening his thighs and pressing his feet into the mattress, he wraps an arm around your waist to lift you up and lay you down on the bed, all while keeping himself buried inside of you.

now that you’re beneath him, a wicked smile turns his lips crooked and he lifts each of your legs to have them bend, the backs of your thighs against his chest and your calves on his shoulders. essentially folding you as far as you can go, he begins to piston in and out of you once more, a possessive hand resting on your stomach.

“that’s right, my angel. this is the day we start to see your belly grow. what’re we gonna name the little brat?” he sounds so amused, but the way he clenches his teeth and furrows his brows are a telling sign that he’s about to finish. you only want to assist and make it all the better, to make his words come true, so you loop your arms around your thighs to spread them wider and keep them closer to you, offering every last millimetre of yourself that you can. once again, your zeal proves to him that there’s no one greater in this world deserving of him or all the potential children he's about to spill into you. one final slam of his hips against yours, his heavy balls hitting the curve of your ass as he empties them inside of you sends him falling on top of your chest, his moist forehead pressed to the bed. you can actually feel the throbbing of his tip and the pool that drowns your clenched velvet walls as he spurts every last drop he can ( it’s a miracle that he has anything left, let alone so damn much, when you consider just how often you two are intimate ), allowing you to milk him for all he’s worth. 

“oh, fuck,” he mutters, the feeling of your mixed juices growing uncomfortable when he thinks he can actually notice every drop that drips down the line of your ass and onto his once pristine sheets. with a deep inhale, he ( reluctantly ) pulls out of you and you whine in response to the emptiness, but he’s quick to shush you as he quickly plugs two of his fingers inside instead, fucking his cum deeper and more thoroughly inside of you. “waste not, want not.”

you understand that his goal is to actually put a baby in you, but your insatiable core starts to heat up again with the way his fingertips must be purposely brushing against that special spot buried inside of you  — a single chuckle from him is the telltale sign that you’re actually right. the devil he is, he decides to pursue one more sweet orgasm from you and continues to scissor his digits, feeling the resistance of your cavern, which boggles him; he just had you stretched to the size of his notable girth and yet, you were still so fucking tight. there's no time to waste ( he can hear the cadets asking where the captain is outside ) and he pumps in and out of you quickly, lingering his calloused fingertips against your bundle of nerves as he also works your clit with the pad of his thumb. your breath grows quicker and he relishes in the sight of your tits bouncing with each exhale as you buck your hips, desperate for release.

"that's right, sweetheart. unwind on my fingers." on command, you squeeze around him, almost unbearably so, and you hear a groan from him mix in with your loud keening. he watches with utter excitement as you spurt onto the bed and make an absolute mess for him. "that's my girl."

his beloved sheets are an absolute mess, but so is his angel, and that's all he could've asked for on a sunny sunday morning.

꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏

after a peaceful hour and some of laying on the filthy bed together, an obnoxiously loud knock at the door turns levi's serene smile into a hostile grimace and he kisses your forehead before he hops out of bed, dressing himself because he knows exactly who it is ( if it was erwin, he wouldn't mind opening the door nude with your juices still glistening on him ).

"what, shitty glasses?"

hange's face is uncharacteristically pale and she stutters, uncomfortable with whatever is she's supposed to spit out.

"is she here?" she tries to lean around to see if you're present and when she catches a glimpse of your foot or arm or whatever it is on the bed, she pulls levi out of the room by his shirt collar. "you have to come with me. now."

the captain doesn't even get to bid you a good day before the door is slammed shut, but you're smiling anyways. it wasn't unlike hange to drag whoever was closest into her dungeon to showcase the latest results of her titan experiments.

with a big stretch and clicking joints, you get up to start your day, too. the headquarters was such a big building with only one person hired to clean ( unless captain levi knew a guest was coming or in 'a mood' ), leaving you with little to no free time when the other cadets were hard at work, too. you always start with levi's office and work your way up, then back down to the shared spaces for the cadets. today, just like every other day, you're off to start the cozy routine you've created.

꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏

levi now comprehends why hange looked as if she had seen a ghost and he only mirrors the lack of blood in his features right now. he's actually seeing a ghost, listening to it speak utter nonsense with the intent to haunt him. 

"don't you remember what you told me? what you promised me? our child growing up with humanity's strongest soldier as a father and a noblewoman as a mother! it's going to be the most envied child inside the walls! oh, and that property that we talked about, too? my father kicked off all the people living on it and it's been cleaned thoroughly so we can start our family there any day now, you just say the word!" she drones on in her irritatingly peppy tone about nonsense that would never come true, about a reality that levi would rather die than live in. this isn't what he wanted and he was admittedly the irresponsible one for thinking he could get away with it. "and besides, it'll be good for you and the survival of the survey corps! maybe you can be promoted to commander, too! the king said he was itching to get rid of the survey corps before my father told him about us...."

ever since he fucked the stranger on the night of the military ball, permanently on his shoulders was the heavy weight of guilt from his actions and the way he handled things. though he told her that they probably wouldn't see each other again, she didn't seem to get the hint, even with so many unopened letters that levi refused to acknowledge or reply to. every time you'd see the envelope addressed to him, you'd see the pain in his eyes as he crumpled it up and tossed it in the garbage bin and you— you. you've been as sweet as ever, comforting him and telling him that you forgive him for his unfathomable actions. you'd kiss his lips just as lovingly, suck his soul out of his cock like your life depended on it, and still hold him close as you drift to sleep. it took a bigger toll on you to worry and start an argument where there was no victor, so you learned to comfort him and watch him unwind, watch your mercy make him love you more and try harder to be deserving of your soft heart.

he doesn't want to think about how actually seeing this woman might make all of that go away — make you go away. as if her physical presence wasn't enough, the ever so visible bump where her stomach is is... upsetting. levi feels sick to his stomach and he can already see the never ending tears streaming down your cheeks when you realise that he has a baby, just not with you. his will to live just plummeted underground and he wants nothing to do with this entire situation.

"anyways," he hopes to god that at least hange was paying attention while he was contemplating how to get eaten by a titan during the next expedition, "i'll be back in a week or so with the official letter and papers for our marriage, levi. signed by the king and everything! i'll see you then and don't forget to put on your best suit because my father will be here, too." she reaches a hand out to try and hold his, but before there's any skin to skin contact, he already feels like he's been burnt, whipping his hand away from her as quickly as possible.

"don’t come back," is all he offers her and he pushes the chair he's on with an achingly loud scraping noise, turning away before she even makes a move to actually leave or come closer. he turns the knob, but sees that there was no need — the door wasn't actually closed — and he slams the wood open as far as it can go, as hard as he can. on his first step out of hange's stuffy office, he sees your face, also devoid of colour and your hands gripping a feather duster to the point of your knuckles turning white.

as if things couldn't get worse.

you don't even look at him, only a far, far object that you can't even really see, but god, anything to avoid meeting his eyes. even as he grabs your face, shakes you a little bit, and shoves his face into your vision, your eyes don't focus, as if your soul had left your body.

"hey. please talk to me." still nothing. levi doesn't care that the foul woman only a few feet away can see as he tries to kiss you, like you're some cursed princess and he's the only way to turn you back into a human. "sweetheart," he whispers, the desperation oozing from his voice so tangible.

is this it? does he lose you forever?

"baby, look at me." his voice cracks and you've never heard him so heartbroken before, it brings your body to wrap around him out of instinct more than anything, gaze finally finding his. "how much of that did you get?"

still too stunned to actually speak or fully comprehend what's going on, you shrug your shoulders because you truly, really don't know. moisture gathers in your eyes without you even noticing and only when levi's rough thumbs wipe them away do you realise that you've been crying.

"it's nothing — she's nothing. you're the only one that matters to me." his small frame starts trembling and the hold his hands have on you is becoming to grow painful. "if i can't have a future with you, all my work so far has been for nothing. it has to be you for me, no one else." he's pouring out his heart and reaffirming the idea that the only future he sees is with you; these are words he's sleepily murmured to you as you drift to sleep, especially on days when you'd feel inadequate, but they don't comfort you as they once did. how could they when you see the end of all things good for you and the captain in that room? the protective hands on her stomach and sick, twisted smile that's pointed directly at you. levi might've used her to forget you, but she came back to ensure that you're the one forgotten.

"i... have to go," your voice sounds foreign to you and when you pull away from him, it’s as if you can still feel his presence on your cheeks and, oh, how you dearly wish it was still there. you’re not even sure where to go or where you can go without him breaking the door in to hold you, but you try anyways. the fear of footsteps being right behind you disappears as you run down the stairs and when you realise that no one’s chasing after you, you’re not sure if you’re glad that levi’s giving you space or if you’re upset that he isn’t fighting enough by letting you roam free. the dissonance doesn’t last very long with the image of the woman’s stomach holding her child — levi’s child — becomes the only thing you can think of as you quietly sob to yourself in the corner of the empty dining hall, broken down and holding your knees to your chest. 

the pain of your heart clenching is almost unbearable and you think to how levi promised you similar things with you, too: getting married ( he talked about it being just a piece of paper, since he already knew he was bonded to you for life ), having children, and hopefully having enough stability in the future to retire and live on a quiet piece of farmland. your palms fall to your stomach and your lower lip trembles as your blurry vision sees the expanse of your body that levi claimed and sowed, but wasn’t able to reap. your head leans against the wall and you stare at the lines of tables beside you, blinking and breathing growing slower as you berate yourself with thoughts of not being good enough to have levi’s child and not loving him enough, allowing the woman to think that she had any authority to waltz in here, demanding levi’s hand in marriage. the last thing you ask yourself before you drift off is if the bliss you’ve felt in the past few months was worth the agonising pain you’re feeling now... and you aren’t sure what your answer is. 

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it isn’t clear how long you’ve been asleep, but your ass is sore and your joints ache as your limbs spread out on top of the arms that carry you so easily. slowly, your lids flutter open and you see a mess of blond hair, along with the sharp features of the commander as he climbs up the stairs with you in his hold as if you were nothing more than a sack of flour. 

“s-sir?” 

“i couldn’t leave you on the floor like that. what would levi say if he found you instead of me?” his voice is gruff as he shoves the door of his room open and sets you down on his bed. rather than pacing like he wants to, he crosses his arms over his broad chest as he takes a seat on the chair for his desk adjacent to his bed, his posture immaculate. “he’s gotten himself into quite the predicament, i heard.”

you want to tell him that he’s right and that it’s such a shitty situation that levi himself created, and to tell him the jumbled mess of thoughts that bounce around in your head, but you can’t. you’re still frozen in place, only having moved to rest your back against the wall to sit up and face him. 

“what do you want him to do?” erwin knows that silence might be the only thing to come from you for a while, so he gets comfortable, folding one leg over the other as he leans back and relaxes just a bit. “if he goes with his heart, it’ll be the end of the survey corps and we’ll be left to join the military police, achieving nothing until we’re all eaten by titans... but if he does the logical thing, he’ll save us all, but live an unhappy life.” he muses to himself, expression growing amused. 

even after hearing what hange had to say, he never had time to dissect the issue out loud — how could he when levi started breaking anything and everything fragile within his reach? for now, the small man was sedated with a small dose of tranquiliser for the horses, his brows furrowed, even in a forced state of unconsciousness; an extreme that hange never thought she'd have to execute on levi of all people. 

you break your silence with a faint whisper that erwin struggles to hear.

“i know what he has to do... but i don’t want to live without him, sir.” slowly, as if your limbs were frozen and you’re slowly able to break the ice that kept you from moving, you hug your knees to your chest again, resting your chin on top of your folded legs. “am i being selfish?” the answer is obvious, but perhaps you just need someone who personifies the voice of reason to tell you it. 

“by definition, yes; you’re being quite selfish. isn’t it levi’s and your feelings versus the fate of humanity sitting in your palm? two versus many thousands.” the commander switches his legs and raises a hand to stroke his chin in between his fingers. “though, i will admit that levi’s work ethic might plummet and there’s a very big possibility that he’ll charge straight into a hoard of titans just to avoid returning home. that wouldn’t be very good, either.” 

you nod in agreement to every word he uttered because he’s right. when is the commander ever wrong? 

“go talk to him.” erwin stands now and pushes the chair back into its original place, stalking towards you and helping you off his bed with a gentle hand. “make sure you and levi have a final answer, and if things don’t turn out the way you want them to, you can come to me. this is the one room levi wouldn’t dare try to break into.” 

“thank you, sir,” you mutter, offering a faint smile as you leave the cosy confines of the commander’s room and to the icy, dark one at the end of the corridor. you predict that you’ll be knocking on erwin’s door again soon enough. 

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the first thing you notice when you open the door is the amount of porcelain and books that litter the wooden floor. none of the items seem to be your things though, so you’re hoping that all this anger he was letting out isn’t pointed at you. the next thing you see is levi’s body laid out on the bed, fully clothed — very unlike him. 

with careful footing, you make your way over to the bed and climb in beside him. as much as your chest seems to be in an indefinite state of pain and that this will only prolong it, you want to indulge, even just for one more moment. your arms snake around his thin waist and you rest your head on his shoulder as your eyes begin to weep without any command. 

the feeling of your trembling body is enough to have him snap out of his nightmare and he looks down at you with the slightest bit of confusion.

“sweetheart,” he breathes, wrapping you up in his arms immediately. “i had the worst dream ever...” when you meet his eyes, he sees the red rimming yours and his brows furrow immediately. who made you cry? and slowly, the memories of smashing everything of his in sight comes back, the meeting with hange and erwin, with hange and that disgusting whore. he grows dizzy instantly, but his hold on you never falters. "sweetheart," he whispers again.

begrudgingly, you pull away and sit up with your legs crossed underneath you, fingers linked together and thumbs twiddling.

"levi... you know what you have to do," you mumble, but you don't agree with your own words. you're putting on a brave face for him because he needs it; he's weak. "it doesn't make sense to let everyone eventually die because of what you want."

what he wants, not what 'we' want.

"everyone is going to die eventually. what does it matter if it's sooner than later? what quality of life do humans even have like this? scared to go outside, starving on the streets? if i meet my end without you, i might as well have not lived at all." the anger from earlier prickles up his spine and he sits up with you now. "i need you and i don't care who i have to resist or kill to have you."

he'll fight for you. he'll kill for you. had this been any other turn of events, you would've thought it to be romantic and taken his hand in marriage right then and there.

"what if it's me that doesn't want that ending, though? what if i'm the one that's sending you to be with her because i want to?" oh, but it's so easy to see through your façade when you're sobbing and shaking like you are now. you're lying and it's so fucking obvious.

levi doesn't even acknowledge what you said — it's implausible and not worth expanding upon.

"we'll run away. i'll plan things with erwin so we'll always have gear and a place to stay... he'll help so no one can find us." he hasn't asked this of the commander yet, but the chances of him declining are so slim. "please, i can't live without you... i don't want to raise a child that isn't ours."

"so you'd be okay with letting that baby grow up without a loving father...? how did that work out for you?" the latter inquiry holds a lot more venom than you want it to and you want to indulge him — indulge yourself — by agreeing to the picture he's painting for you, but the intrusive thought of how he just parroted the same promises to some rich woman months ago, then to you, is something you can't ignore. "you... you cheated on me."

the pain that flashes in his eyes is unmistakable. for months, you've refused to talk about it and were adamant on forgiveness, nothing else, but today is the day you finally let him feel the gravity of his sins.

"you hated when i was just dancing with reiner, a friend, but you get to fuck a stranger and expect me to do nothing about it. if reiner was still around," you heard about reiner and his traitorous deeds and the truth about what he is, but you still mourned the loss of a good friend a while back, "would i get to fuck him, too? so we're even? i get to carry his child and marry him?"

you expect anger and even a slap to the face, but you only see the broken eyes of a man who has crumbled.

"i'd kill him. and i will once we catch up to him." his venomous words hold no poison, only defeat.

"then what about commander erwin?" your jaw flexes with tension. "at least we can trust him to take good care of me." it's your voice that's sharp and filled with irritation. "if i get to do the same with commander erwin and you still want me in the end, then i'll leave everything behind to be with you. i won't feel guilty about the child you're abandoning for your own selfish pleasure."

"okay." your eyes widen and you snap your head to the side to look at him, to look for any trace of a joking smile or just anything to see if he's just playing with you. but you're only met with saddened eyes and defeated, slumped shoulders. "i love you. i love you so much, i want to die. but you're right — i got myself into this mess and if those are your conditions, i'll wait. a year, five years, a decade. however long it takes. i'll wait for you, no matter what happens."

to say you're taken aback would be the understatement of the century.... but you're still trembling with unhappiness and you let your heart win over your head as you nod and get off the bed, fully intent on delivering on your promise to 'even things out.' when you've had time to calm down and think about what it is you're doing exactly ( maybe soon when commander erwin laughs at your silly proposal ), you'll find regret in your heart for what you've done. for now, you think yourself as level-headed and you leave the same way you came in, leaving the door to his messy room wide open.

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"commander," you shout for him and knock your aching knuckles against his door impatiently. captain levi is only a few doors down and you know that he can hear what's transpiring.

"back so soon?" comes his deep voice with a rumbling laugh.

the regret you had saved up for later all comes rushing to you now as you twiddle your thumbs and try to think of a way to express whatever deal you made with levi that won't have the commander pushing you back towards the captain's room, demanding that you two just make up like two bickering kids.

"a-actually... there's something i need to talk to you about, sir... about levi and i— we came to a... a compromise." a thick eyebrow raises with curiosity and he ushers you back inside, shutting the door behind you. unknowing if your legs would be able keep from giving out underneath you, you sit on the bed as you did before, legs crossed under you and one hand on each of your knees. "if you could keep your questions until i'm done, sir... i think i'll lose my train of thought rather easily."

erwin nods and stays standing where he is beside the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest as he furrows his brows with concern.

"so... levi said," you're throwing him under the bus when it was your outrageous suggestion, "if i pursue the life he has with the noblewoman with you, and if i still want him after that, we can get back together. i-i'm not sure how far that means," but you can compromise with yourself, can't you? "as in if we have to get married or anything, and if you already have a wife or lover, i'm so sorry for even bringing this up, sir! i didn't— levi didn't really think it through..."

he looks as if he's digesting every word and turning them into sentences in his mind one by one, slowly understanding what levi ( you ) proposed.

"i'm surprised levi didn't mention that he knows i don't have a lover." dread starts to creep up your spine; maybe you should've left the commander out of this. of course he has a lot on his plate already, what good would the addition of more burdens do? "but i will admit, it's not because i'm celibate or abstaining. i've lost any cadet i've had a connection with in battle, so i gave up."

his arms uncross and he starts to kneel on the bed, hands reaching to rest on the mattress at either side of your hips, lips parted in a wide grin. he's close, too close for comfort.

"but i must also tell you that i've wanted a taste ever since levi started telling me about you. he'd tell me how sweet you are on his tongue during meetings about battle. in court, he whispered about how tight you squeeze his cock, even when you aren't cumming." his breath grows ragged and so does yours in response. "when we met with the head of the military police, he sent me a note with all the names you like to be called while being fucked and where to push and pull to have you moan like a bitch in heat."

your lids flutter and all you can smell is him, so manly and intoxicating. you've never thought of commander erwin as more than an authority figure, it's almost dizzying how quickly you're able to adopt him as a physical partner. he's the exact opposite of levi, your first and only: where levi is small, erwin is big, where levi is big, erwin's even bigger. the dark hair in your dreams is now replaced with shining gold and you fall victim to the seducing words of your commander.

"and now, he's conceding? after all that teasing, he's letting his sweet bunny run head first into the lion's den?" erwin lifts himself up to undo his belt, the sound of just the buckle making your thighs clench together. "he must really love you, and now it's my turn to experience why."

his mouth is on yours in an instant and you melt underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he undresses himself until you decide that it's taking too long. clumsy, small fingers undo each knob from its clasp on his shirt, and it takes much longer than if he were to do it alone; his pants and underwear are already messily strewn on the floor ( another difference from levi — the smaller would fold it all neatly ) and he's waiting for you to finish with an amused, patient smile. only when you finish does he grab your wrists to settle them on your lap so he can shrug his shirt off himself, revealing broad shoulders and a torso filled with scars similar to levi's.

commander erwin is absolutely breathtaking in his naked glory, each of his flexing muscles bulging and just begging for you to worship them with your mouth.

"god," you whisper mindlessly. he's mesmerising without having to do anything.

the corners of his lips twitch with the urge to spread wider; it's been a while since he's had an intimate moment or heard himself being revered the way he likes. the sudden confession he made of wanting a taste of you was entirely true. it was difficult to watch you walk in the hallways without purposely inhaling deeper to take in your scent, to keep himself from asking levi if you tasted just as heavenly today when he'd come into a meeting with your nectar still staining his chin, both of your faces bright red.

erwin is a wise man; he won't take this moment for granted when levi could burst in at any moment to take you away.

"now let's see if the little one was exaggerating or not," his voice is playful, as is the gleam in his eyes, when he leans in to press his lips to yours. instantly, your lids flutter and you wrap your dainty arms around his neck to pull him closer, mouth parting to let him in, to let him wash away any trace of levi you'd had lingering on you. each flick of his tongue has you moaning underneath him and he picks you up so easily, resting your back on the bed so he's hovering over you, almost swallowing you up. the heat that pools in your stomach, in between your legs, is undeniable.

where levi's taste was sweet, the commander is heartier, as if levi was a freshly baked cake and erwin was a home-cooked meal fit for soldiers. levi would send you into a state of intoxicated dizziness, but erwin sends adrenaline rushing through your veins instead.

"sir," you breathe out in between loud, wet kisses, his large hands unclasping your buttons with much more fervour and accuracy than you did his. "a-are you sure?" but the question is more directed at yourself than him, and any resistance you've held on to slips away with your shirt and flimsy bra, to the floor with his discarded clothing as well.

"i think we're past formalities if we're soon to be wed, aren't we, darling? daddy doesn't mind." the single word has your head spinning and he takes this chance to slip off your pants and underwear off the long expanse of your legs, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.

"daddy," your voice is a whisper and you throw the word out to give it a taste, see how it moulds on your tongue. it doesn't feel right at first, but when you see the beaming grin on erwin's face, you tell yourself that it's perfect. "daddy, i really... really want to feel you."

erwin knows that preparation is necessary, especially when dealing with someone of his girth and size, but your quiet begging, the title, the irresistible sight of you on his messy bedsheets... all the feedback he's gathered through a slew of previous partners gets thrown out the window as he lets lust overtake him. if anything, he'll have to blame levi for speaking of you in such a lewd manner so openly, making erwin's curiosity crash through the roof.

he only nods in response, a hand grabbing at the base of his length so he can give it a couple of steady strokes until he's ready to press against your dripping slit. as much as he knows that he has to prep you, make sure you're ready to take him, the temptation of your ring of muscle squeezing around his tip has his mask of self control faltering and he pushes into you crassly, the hand wrapped around his base steadying itself on your hip for balance.

the guttural moan that slips from his mouth makes your eyes fly up to meet his eyes that've rolled into the back of his head. with your small hands, you grab on to his biceps and dig your nails into his skin, lower lip caught in between your teeth as you hold back grunts of slight pain; he's big and you're sure that no amount of prior foreplay could've prepared you enough to take him without the burning sensation that paints you from the inside out right now.

"just like heaven," erwin murmurs to himself. he sits inside of you, tip already kissing your cervix, and once his shoulders are no longer tense, he returns his gaze to you and cups your cheek with a large, calloused hand. "you alright, darling?"

you nod just once, despite the tears that've yet to dry at your waterline.

"levi wasn't exaggerating in the least, sweetheart," he mumbles again, the mention of the onyx-haired man just a few doors away making your heart twinge with guilt — you've ruined yourself; you're not just his anymore....but it's what he deserves, right? critical thinking is an inaccessible skill at the moment and the pang of apologetic feelings flutter away when the commander — your commander — starts to move his hips, pumping in and out of you at his own brutal pace.

the sound of the headboard rocking against the wall is thunderous, as opposed to the creaks you're used to, and so are erwin's moans of your name over and over.

crystal blue eyes bore into yours, rendering you helpless as your limbs melt into jelly ( maybe the feeling of him pressing urgently into that spongy bundle of nerves inside of you have to do with it, too ). his stare is so intense and you feel as if you've never been so bare before, giving the entirety of your self to your commander, and he takes everything you have to offer.

his pearly whites grind together with sweat beading and dripping down his temple as he finds purchase on both your hips with both of his bruising hands.

"i'm gonna fill you up, doll," he grits out and his hips piston against yours, sending your back arching and vision fuzzy with the merciless pounding against the most sensitive corner of your clenched walls.

"d-daddy— oh, god," is all you can get out, nails digging into his arms once more as you feel yourself tighten around him, and with one last thrust inside of you, you can feel him spill inside just as you reach completion and become undone, like a ribbon on a present. toes clenched and back arched, sweat creating a slick dew on your entire body — erwin swears he's never seen a sight so perfect and wills himself to commit what lies underneath him to memory.

"fucking beautiful," he whispers, chest heaving with deep breaths. slowly, he slips out of you, not without a groan, and you feel the loss instantly, clamping your legs together with embarrassment.

the bed thumps and bounces beside you as the commander lays beside you on his side, a serene smile you've never seen before graced on his lips.

"so, did i convince you to take levi up on that offer?" weren't you the one that came here to persuade him?

your eyes fight the cloud of drowsiness that, as per usual, takes over you post-orgasm, blinking slowly, but hard to keep yourself awake as much as you can.

"yes, sir," you mumble sleepily, back to the honourifics once again. the sound of commander erwin's rumbling laugh is the last thing you hear as you descend into a heavy sleep, the faint image of levi's broken expression painting the back of your eyelids before everything fades to black.

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#levi smut #levi ackerman fic #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #aot fanfiction #aot fic #aot smut #by yours truly

[4dtk]

congrats on your 2.8k now right!? you deserve it and so so much more <3 can i request for the event “jaehyun + 🖤💙 + ‘peaches, quiet down, we can’t make the driver crash, right? it’s christmas eve”? honestly got a bit of this from partition by beyoncé…

ok i'm gonna write band au bc i can, also i was supposed to post this yesterday but i fucking. fell asleep.

warnings: band!au, singer and guitarist!jaehyun, kinda innocent reader, semi-public sex (??), exhibitionism, clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, fingering, finger sucking, oral fixation if you squint, N//SFW UNDER THE CUT

jaehyun plants a quick kiss onto your lips, the stage still roaring from the christmas concert with screaming and excited fans so much so that they’re still asking for an encore even when he’s performed one already. the adrenaline is still high, and even when he can’t see your face that clearly in the darkness of the backstage area, he knows you’re still beautiful as always.

“care to go?” he whispers, arm curled around your waist while the other clutches onto the straps of his guitar. “don’t have too much fun without me, boys!”

yuta only raises an eyebrow, while johnny laughs, not fazing the lead singer one bit. they enjoy teasing their singer, aware of his sweet, innocent girlfriend that’s always attached to him at the hip, “think you’re gonna have more fun than us.”

“piss off.” is what jaehyun says, but there’s no discomfort with it, bidding farewell to his bassist and drummer with you in tow. “don’t forget to clean up the break room!”

through the back door, you can spot jaehyun’s driver — middle aged, looks like he wants to quit his job, yet it pays well. you don’t blame him, since it can get pretty hard to find jobs now. he’s the most familiar with the routes of the members’ individual homes, as well as the key bars and performance areas they frequent. it would simply be a pain to reteach it if they wanted to get a new driver. plus, he did exceptionally well on icy roads like tonight.

“heesul-ssi, do you mind if you put up the partition?”

your brows knit together — why would he need for partition? you’ve rode countless times with the boys, alone with jaehyun, alone when heesul-ssi offered to drive and while you’re usually reserved, you can’t help but entertain the driver just a little.

jaehyun turns to you, looking almost intimidating, a feature that you’ve never got used to even while dating him. the man is sweet, always doting on you and buying you what you want, but when his eyes turn half-lidded, you can’t help a shiver that goes down your spine.

“take off your coat, sweetheart,” and now that jaehyun mentions it, it has become a little hot from the heater of the car.

“oh! yes, thank you for reminding me-”

“c’mere,” he coaxes along with that voice, the voice you know he uses to get what he wants and you shamelessly give it to him all the time, always breathless and lightheaded as you moan out his name—

“nervous?” timidly, you nod, but jaehyun knows you like it, placing a hand on your thigh with the intent to go higher. breath hitching, you look towards the translucent material of the partition, nerves still on edge as your cheeks flare up in embarrassment. your legs seem to obey, though, spreading open when his fingers travel tantalisingly slow along your skin. he’s reached your clit, then, the bundle of nerves throbbing that he swears he sees it twitch.

jaehyun makes a noise of surprise, almost like he was mocking you when his fingers finally drag fabric aside. “oh my,” he massages it languidly, “you got this wet just from watching me perform?” at your nod, there’s a smirk that appears on his face. you’re so easy, so sensitive.

“let’s see how you fair, ’kay?” jaehyun mumbles, fingers trailing down to your hole and the tip of his finger already stretches you better than your own could. “can you stay quiet for me, princess?”

you nod again, losing all sanity when he slips a finger in, your arousal as lube. “can you rub your pretty little clit for me, baby?” you don’t know how jaehyun does it, but he keeps his finger pumping even when he moves you in between his legs, gaining more access to your pussy over your shoulders. one hand of yours start to draw circles like he did, while the other clutches tightly onto his forearm.

head thrown back, it gives way for moans to escape, soft, breathy ones that jaehyun likes. “w-what about heesul?” you whisper even while your hips move against his finger, and it’s clear he’s out to torture you. he plunges another finger into you, drawing out a loud moan that you instantly clamp down on. jaehyun smiles when your hole does the same to his two fingers.

“that happens.” jaehyun is sure heesul knew what was going on, but a few bucks from his endless account of money and he could prevent the man from leaving his job easily. then again, the idea of having someone hear you was extremely hot.

“i feel hot, jaehyun— wan’ more!” you whine, bucking your hips while your moans don’t decrease in noise at all. he coos at your desperation, soon pleasantly surprised that even through your daze of pleasure, you manage to take his free hand. he sighs when you put two of his fingers into your mouth, grinning when you start to suck on them like how you would on his cock.

slurping all over his digits, while his other ones continue to move in and out of you, the sensations all felt so different but so good, looking like a whore in the backseat. even the partition couldn’t save you now. “jae— jaehyun, wanna cum. wanna-”

“peaches, quiet down, we can’t make the driver crash, right? it’s christmas eve.”

the gravity of his pet names weigh down on you, but you can’t help go against his plea with a whimper at peaches, and the sucking on your neck is just enough to push you over the edge, your pussy clamping down hard on his fingers while mouth coated with saliva and the taste of nylon from his strings. your juices flow freely onto his hand and to the seats, prompting endless moans out of you as your body twitches beautifully. writhing and squirming under him is all jaehyun wants for his sweet little girl.

and as he watches through the little of the partition that didn’t fully close, he can catch heesul sweating and panting. guess he wouldn’t need to pay him off after all.

EVENT CLOSED (thank you!)

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[beomglocks]

happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

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[stxrvel]

bittersweet feelings (1)

summary: you have to deal with the harsh truth after Bucky arrives from one of his missions.

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

warnings: nothing i think, just you know English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes!

words: +2.5k

note: hi! I've been feeling physically unwell since I last posted and have been in bed, but today I was finally able to get a moment of calm and lucidity, so, enjoy and hope you like it!

also, i've been working on a series that I want to publish soon, but I don't know why I always find it difficult to do all that planning. anyway, I really hope I can bring it to you soon! thank u for all the support!

part 2

part 3

Admiring Bucky Barnes from afar has become too much of a challenge in recent days. Before, you were wrapped up in papers, essays, final exams and projects due, locking yourself in your room at a time or living in your university library, simply too busy to wander your eyes over the sprawling figure of Bucky strolling around the Complex. Ironically, he always spent more time there when you weren't there.

But now, completely free of academic responsibilities and banned from going on missions at Fury's whim, you had a lot more time to wander the halls of the Complex, especially in the gym where the man with the metal arm used to spend most of his time. Many times (if not all the time) you felt like a lousy attempt of a stalker, and you was almost 100% sure that he realised what you were doing but preferred not to say anything so as not to embarrass you. And that was much more embarrassing.

But did that stop you? Absolutely not.

He'd cut his hair a few days ago, and although you loved the way his hair looked on his shoulders and the way it blew in the wind every time he walked, as if he were a model on a bloody photo shoot, you shamelessly admitted that you had quickly grown to love his new style. Because, honestly, did something look bad on Bucky?

Your hands moved indiscreetly across the table, crumpling the paper between your fingers that you had previously been reading, as you watched the aforementioned man's shoulders shake after hearing Sam Wilson say something about Scott's card game. You moved your eyes scanning his entire face, trying to memorise the expression on his face as he smiled so openly, as he almost never did in public.

“Am I interrupting your crazy stalker moment?”

Tony's voice startled you, and you turned your head so sharply to look at something other than Bucky that a slight twinge of pain made its way from the back of your neck to your right shoulder. You grimaced and watched the millionaire sit down next to you on one of the black chairs that were spread out in the first floor cafeteria. Ahead of you, a large glass door separated you from one of the side exits of the Complex, where Bucky and Sam had stopped to talk and, surely at first, discuss the mission Bucky had just returned from.

“I'm not a crazy stalker,” you told him dismissively, but your nerves were eating you up inside. Even though you knew you weren't entirely discreet, you still weren't ready for someone to tell you that you were too obvious for him not to know anymore.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say,” Tony commented sarcastically and you felt a quick pang of fear inside your chest, “I was just coming to tell you that Fury made the decision to send you to Milan with Steve the other week.”

Your gaze finally shifted away from Bucky's figure, closer and closer to where you stood, to Tony and you frowned at him in extreme confusion.

“What? So soon?”

“Isn't that what you wanted? To go back to the camp?”

“Well, yes, but I thought his tantrum was going to last much longer.”

Tony let out a laugh and proceeded to open the packet of peanuts in his pocket, “If he hears you say that, consider yourself fired, kiddo.”

“Then it's a relief that no one heard me say it,” you smiled innocently at Tony, who only gave you a tight-mouthed smile in return.

“It's just a recon mission. Steve thinks there's an empty HYDRA base you can investigate, and you're pretty nimble with that non-digitized document review stuff.”

“You mean I'm good at reading physical documents?”

“You know what I mean, eagle eyes. There's nothing you're missing.”

“Ow,” you croon with a smile, “Thanks for the compliment, Stark.”

“You're welcome. Now, don't go freaking out. Barnes is walking this way.”

He then stood up and planted himself in front of you, as your heart did a wild flip and you felt him pause for a second, before resuming his march at an unnatural pace. You didn't even know if it was possible for a heart to beat that fast. You felt sweat beading on your hands and started to breathe through your mouth as you felt the nervousness take over your whole body.

“What?” you exclaimed, staring at him, sitting uncomfortably in the chair across the table they had shared.

“I told you not to freak out, you're only going to make it worse.”

You narrowed your eyes at him with a frown. Next, you took about three deep breaths to try and calm your frantic heartbeat, before Sam's figure - and consequently Bucky's - appeared in your field of view to the side of Stark's body. The man gave you a look with an arched eyebrow, as if to ask you to behave yourself, which was an exaggeration.

That was an exaggeration. You spent a lot of time with Bucky! Even when you two were alone you didn't feel as nervous as you did at moments like this.

When your gazes met, you could barely return the smile he gave you before you turned your eyes to Sam, who had just spoken but you hadn't gotten to hear everything he'd said because your head was in the clouds.

“...and that you're going back to the camp with Steve. How long since you've been out? Almost four months? You must be anxious.”

You just nodded, looking at him through tight lips.

Tony rubbed his eyes in an exasperated gesture.

“I could ask Fury to let me tag along,” Bucky's voice reached your ears like a forbidden delicacy. It had been several days since you'd last heard it and it was like a gift from the gods, “Lest he bore you with his awkward silences.”

“We don't have awkward silences,” you grumbled quickly, not knowing exactly why you were getting defensive. Tony raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged in place, “I mean, we talk about a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky's jocular tone didn't do much for your nerves and sanity, “Name a topic you've been talking about for more than three minutes.”

You pursed your lips and stared at his perfect face, uninjured by the mission, as you conjured up memories of your conversations with Steve. Your almost non-existent conversations.

Your cheeks flushed as you realised he was right, but you weren't going to let him win you over this time.

“One time, we talked all night about a movie.”

“If you're going to say you talked about Lord of the Rings, that doesn't count,” Sam spoke with a half smile on his face.

“Why not?” you grumbled quickly, watching the grimace in his face.

“He talks to everyone about those movies. It doesn't even feel like a conversation anymore, it's like a monologue.”

“Careful, Sam,” Tony spoke up after several seconds, “She likes those movies too.”

“Hey! They're good movies.”

“Good for a nap,” Sam let out a laugh.

You watched Bucky pursed his lips and looked down at the floor, holding back a chuckle.

“They're entertaining,” you muttered with a frown.

Sam pointed at you, his eyebrows arched and his corners raised in a playful grin.

“Well, that's it,” Bucky interrupted whatever Sam was going to say, “You know what they say, to each his own.”

“I'm with Barnes on this one,” Tony spoke up, resting one of his hands on Barnes' shoulder and giving it a little squeeze. Bucky watched his hand and then the millionaire's face with an arched eyebrow, but Tony quickly turned his attention away from Bucky to Sam, “Speaking of Steve, he asked me to tell you to look for him in the main room. He said something about a pending conversation.”

Tony put his arm around Sam's shoulders, leaning part of his body to lead him to walk with him out of the cafeteria. They promptly struck up a conversation on their way out of the cafeteria, and you felt your hands shake once you realized you were alone with Bucky after a couple of weeks of not being able to talk properly with him.

You turned your head away from where the two people who had accompanied you a few seconds before were leaving, hearing the creak of a chair being dragged in front of you. You watched Bucky move his body into a sitting position, settling his forearms on the table and his eyes fixed on yours. Settling into the chair, you gave him a tight-lipped, tense smile. Act normal.

“So the boss finally gave in,” the black-haired man said, his lips curling as he interlocked his hands.

You nodded your head slightly, “It was quicker than I thought. I thought he'd never let me back in the field.”

“And can you blame him? You sure scared the soul out of his body,” Bucky arched his eyebrows, and the mere memory of what happened gave you a feeling of irritability.

You grimaced, “Oh, it wasn't a big deal.”

“It wasn't a big deal? Honey, you threw yourself at those people all by yourself.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, like you did every time he called you names when you were alone. He never did it in public, and it was something you didn't try to think about very often.

“So what? This was all unnecessarily dramatic,” you tried to say in the most neutral tone of voice possible as you crossed your legs under the table.

“There were twenty men,” he said, as if that explained everything.

“Do you think me incapable, Barnes?” you arched an eyebrow, speaking with courage.

“No, of course not,” he quickly replied, his gaze softening, “But you disobeyed a direct order from Natasha and put your life at risk. You know how Fury is with you, he cares too much about you.”

You rolled your eyes, letting your back fall against the back of the chair, “But I'm not made of porcelain. I'm as good as Nat, she trained me herself!”

“But Fury didn't see her grow up.”

Well, he had a point and rightly so. You had grown up with the boss, who had practically adopted you, which was one of the reasons he used to be overprotective or refuse you to do some things because he thought it was for the best. And that fact had also helped you form fraternal bonds with all the Avengers until you were old enough and capable enough to be a part of them.

Well, you saw everyone as a nice family except Bucky. And that was a big problem.

You watched him through your eyelashes with an almost imperceptible pout.

Bucky gave you a beautiful smile, the kind that could light up an entire city, “Honey, I understand that it bothers you, but the position you put Fury in at the time, or everyone for that matter, made it hard for him not to make the decision he did. Maybe he overstepped, I'm not denying that, but he was scared.”

“There were other ways...” you started to renege again.

“And would you really have listened to him?” he inquired without wiping away his smile. It amazed you how lenient he could be with you, when with the rest of the world he was a hermit and sulky most of the time.

You sighed. Yep, you could be pretty stubborn when you put your mind to it.

“Well, the important thing is that he finally realised his mistake,” you blurted out with an amused grin. Bucky frowned and pointed the index finger of his metal arm at you.

“I think you missed the point of our little debate.”

“No, no... I understand, Bucky, I do. But Fury have to trust my skills a little more. I could against all of them! It was a spectacle.”

“But you're not always going to come out on top, sweetheart. At some point someone can catch you off guard, and that's what Fury's afraid of.”

“Well, it'll have to happen at some point. Unfortunately, I'm not invincible,” you agreed and admitted what he had said, because he was certainly right, with a tight-lipped smile.

You thought Bucky would be amused, or at least agree with you, but he merely bowed his head, frowned and tensed noticeably. You noticed that his expression suddenly hardened, and it frightened you that you had said something that would have angered him.

“What?” you asked fearfully.

He looked up from the table to look at you again, waking up. He gave you a smile, but a stiffer, harder and committed one. Your chest tightened, “It's not.... It's nothing. Just try to be careful next time, more cautious if necessary. You know, strategist.”

“Yeah, I know, I don't risk it if I don't think it's necessary.”

“That's my girl.”

You froze for a few seconds, just watching him, before your face heated up into an all too violent blush. He'd never said anything like that to you before... but you certainly didn't balk at the possibility that he might again.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you smiled shyly at him.

The sound of the cafeteria doors swinging open distracted the man in front of you, but you kept staring at his profile, gawking and surely with heart-shaped eyes. How was it possible that you liked him so much? Even though it had been a while since you last spoke, it seemed that your feelings for him had only grown three times his size.

Then, you heard it:

“Bucky!”

A woman's voice in the distance.

Confused, you turned your gaze in the direction of the voice, which came from the same place Bucky had been watching for several seconds. She was the one who had opened the doors so frantically, then. You frowned at her from a distance, unable to recognise her figure or features; it wasn't usually easy for you to forget the faces of people you knew, and you certainly didn't know this woman.

However, when you turned to ask Bucky, the half-smile on his face gave you the answer without words. Your chest tightened and you clenched your hands so as not to show the abrupt change of mood you had just gone through when he turned his face and fixed his eyes on yours. All without erasing that smile.

That smile he had on his face for her.

“I guess you'll have to go with Steve to schedule everything about the mission.”

You nodded, uncomfortably, not looking away.

“Fine. In the meantime, I'll go on my date,” he crooned, and the burning you felt intensified so much that it felt like you couldn't pass saliva without straining. But you smiled at him, your lips curving awkwardly and your face reluctant to show a feeling you didn't experience.

“Wow, I thought I'd never hear you say something like that.”

“Life is full of surprises, honey,” he said smiling as he stood up, “Do you want me to walk you to the living room?”

“No, don't worry. I'll be there in a minute,” you replied quickly. It was the first time since you had met him that you wanted him to leave you alone for once.

“All right. Good luck with the old man.”

“Thanks. Good luck with your- your- your date.”

You hated the way your voice betrayed you, but Bucky didn't seem to pay too much attention to it as he waved goodbye to you and started walking in the direction of the woman waiting for him outside the cafeteria doors. You felt your chest tighten as you sighed deeply and a couple of tears welled up in your eyes.

Damn it, at what point had all that happened?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #winter solider #james buchanan barnes #seb stan #sebastian stan #marvel #mcu #avengers #the avengers #tony stark #sam wilson

[zodiakuroo]

Un(holy) Trinity

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?) 

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah

also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post

This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here 

Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1

Twelve days.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less. 

The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God? 

You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed. 

As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right? 

Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he  felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.

Yeah right. 

Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word. 

In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape. 

You could only dream of being so lucky. 

“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.” 

We?

The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.” 

He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.” 

Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” 

“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice. 

You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further.  “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist. 

“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you. 

Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.” 

Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter. 

You should have lied. 

“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.” 

“Dabi, I have to leave.”

“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.” 

Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them. 

“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t. 

Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.” 

Wrong choice of words. 

“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller. 

“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.” 

His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi. 

”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette. 

“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration. 

“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief. 

Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them. 

You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck. 

Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”

Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.

“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.

“Who?” 

“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper. 

“Better.” 

Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you. 

“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles. 

Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.

“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”

“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating. 

Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly. 

Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.

“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.

Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”

You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”

Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.

“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.

The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.

“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately. 

“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.

“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.

“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.

Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”

You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.

“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.

“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.  

“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.

 “I said in a minute.  Not my fault you can’t last.”

It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”

“Anything! Touya-nii please!”

“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.

Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.

Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted.  Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.

“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off

“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”

“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.

 “You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.

“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch. 

Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. 

Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle. 

You feel so full. 

Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.

He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation. 

It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel. 

“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”

Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.

“All of it down your throat.”

It’s okay though.

If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there. 

He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.

“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you.  What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said 

“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”

It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.

You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.

“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.

“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”

You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder

.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”

The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.

“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.

You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.

“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”

“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied

“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”  

You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”

His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.

You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank. 

“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah thanks sweetness.”  Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants

Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.

Wait a minute. 

It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you. 

“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be. 

Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”

Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”

“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.

“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.

Touya huffs and rolls his eyes.  “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”

“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.

 “Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”

“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.

“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.

“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”

You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.

Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.

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I'M BACK >:3 I had a brainwave. ASHER/DAMIEN. Tending an injury OR a love bite? <3333

Oh, E... It got steamy. Which is to say, it started steamy. haha

Thank you so much for this ask. Asher/Damien are one of my not-so-secret favorite crack ships! And I went with the love bite!!!

Posting to ao3 as well as here.

>>>>explicit content<<<<

Asher/Damien

Does It Mean Something?

Asher squirmed between the fire elemental and the bed, reveling in the warmth that rolled off of him, hotter everywhere their skin connected. He imagined his skin welting under Damien’s mouth, lines of red burned skin where his tongue trailed his neck. Of course, the fire was too careful to ever let that happen, but Asher could still imagine.

And then Damien bit him.

Asher’s whole body spasmed, straining against his grip and his teeth. His eyes rolled back and his breath caught in his throat, stuck there for those long incredible seconds before Damien unclamped his jaw. The elemental sat up enough to look down at Asher, still panting, his eyes glazed with want but also a flicker of worry. “I’m sorry… I should have asked first. I just… I don’t know. I wanted my teeth on you. I wanted…” Damien shook his head. “I’m sorry. Is it rude? I mean, since you’re a wolf…”

Asher was still drifting on the surprise high of that feeling, slow to collect all of Damien’s words. He smiled and shivered, touching his neck absently and feeling the indents of those dull teeth on his skin. Would it bruise? He groaned at the idea. “You marked me?”

Damien’s hips flexed forward into Asher at his words, heat rising under his skin and in the room. Asher never minded the heat. They’d been dating for a few months and he’d even made Damien set a few things on fire during some particularly passionate moments. He’d had a fun time trying to explain to David how he managed to scorch the couch without telling him the part about riding a fire elemental on it. He really should find his own place…

“Does it mean something?” Damien asked, sounding more inquisitive than worried now, but somehow still in that deep bedroom voice.

Asher felt his own heat rise to his face. Oh shit. Should he lie? He stopped fingering the indents in his skin and shrugged. They hadn’t really defined their relationship. Maybe he could just get them back on track and the fire would forget? He rolled his hips under Damien’s. The only fabric between them was Asher’s jeans and Damien’s boxer briefs. He could feel the bulge of his erection and moaned shamelessly when he rubbed them together. He knew his sounds did things to Damien. He liked to remark on how wanton Asher was, but the critique was always edged in wonder and desire.

Asher slithered an arm between them, reaching for the front of Damien’s underwear.

Damien groaned but caught his wrist, pulling it away and pinning it to the bed beside his shoulder. Asher always let Damien pin him. Damien was strong. He was fit. But Asher was a wolf. If he wanted to get up, he could. He suspected that knowing that had really let Damien play more freely with being rough in bed—something they both enjoyed. “What does it mean to you?” he asked again, his gaze roaming the bite mark he’d left on Asher’s neck.

Asher swallowed back a moan, squirming at the feel of his attention on his neck. It was so exposing. “Fire…” he pleaded, using that whiny, begging voice Damien liked in bed.

Damien didn’t budge, didn’t kiss or rub. He just waited, dark eyes trained on Asher’s face now. “Tell me, and maybe I’ll bite you again.”

Asher groaned, shaking at the idea. He wanted that. He really, really wanted that. But Damien wouldn’t want to bite him again if he knew. Still, he couldn’t lie to him. Well, he could, but he wouldn’t. He dragged a breath and sighed, “I-It’s a claim… Marking someone is a way of showing everyone else they’re yours.”

“And you want me to mark you?”

Why did he sound so surprised? He was incredible. And they were…whatever they were. Asher looked up at him. “Yeah,” he admitted. He wasn’t afraid of being embarrassed or even hurt. Better that than somehow deceiving his partner. “But I get it if you don’t. It’s okay.”

-

Okay? Damien looked at the man under him, and the bite mark he’d left on his neck. It was red. It would probably bruise. He hadn’t meant to bite that hard. A mark. He’d marked Asher as his. His cock throbbed, hips straining to resist rolling forward and grinding against the other man. And Asher thought, what? That he wouldn’t want to mark him if he knew what it meant to him?

Damien touched the bite on his neck and watched the way Asher’s eyes fluttered shut and he barely held back a shudder. It was definitely the most restraint he’d seen the wolf use. More than once, Damien had had to clamp a hand over Asher’s mouth to muffle his sounds when he couldn’t seem to stop them himself.

Asher was wild and free in a way Damien could only marvel at. He was kind and thoughtful and so unafraid of putting himself out there for others. And he wanted Damien to mark him? He didn’t understand that, but he definitely wouldn’t keep anything from him.

“Wait,” Damien whispered, mouth close to his when he remembered one of their first times together, a couple weeks into dating. They had been out drinking and crashed at his place, more than tipsy but not blackout. “You bit me once.”

Asher’s eyes opened, clear of all lusty thoughts. Damien regretted bringing it up instantly because there was a flicker of hurt on the other man’s face, he breathed a little faster and looked away. “I nipped you,” he clarified. “But yeah. I… I’m sorry. I was kind of drunk and… You’re my first non-shifter…”

Damien sat up fully, still straddling Asher’s thighs.

Asher cringed and started to sit up like he meant to extract himself from the bed, but Damien stayed seated on his thighs, effectively pinning him unless he really wanted to push him off. He knew he could. He loved knowing Asher could push back any time he wanted when they were messing around, he just didn’t. Somehow it meant more and it felt safer in all directions. He’d never really want to hurt or scare his partner.

“So, nipping was like…flirting?”

Asher groaned, flopping back on the bed since Damien wasn’t letting him up. “Yeah. But like…” he sighed, obviously not enjoying this. “Like flirting with commitment.”

Flirting with commitment? Asher had wanted to be serious even then? Damien thought about that time. Asher had bit softly at his neck and Damien had pushed him off and told him to knock it off. He’d been too drunk to see the flicker of rejection on the other man’s face then, but somehow he remembered it clearer now.

Asher squirmed under him, more in a pouty way than a flirty way now. “Come on, fire, just pretend it didn’t happen. I didn’t mean to make things weird. I…I don’t want to fuck this up. I like you. We can be as casual as you want. I don’t mind.”

Damien narrowed his eyes on him. He was lying. He was pretty sure Asher didn’t mean to lie. He did it so rarely, but Damien had been studying him for months now and Damien did not forget anything ever. Asher looked away when he lied, he shifted his shoulders and his head like his whole body struggled with it. And the lies were always for someone else. He lied about not being hurt. He lied about not minding going in to work or about cancelling something he’d wanted to do because someone needed help. And he lied about not caring if they had a casual relationship. He did it, because he cared about other people more than he cared about himself. And somehow, in that, he made his lies true. He cared more about keeping the relationship then about having it the way he wanted, so in a way, it was true enough.

But Damien always saw it. “I never considered us casual,” he said. He should have said it sooner but he’d been just as scared of Asher balking as he seemed to be.

Asher looked up at him, clearly surprised and then so beautiful, breathtakingly hopeful.

“I didn’t know what it meant, when you bit me.”

“Nipped,” Asher clarified again.

Suddenly Damien wondered what it would be like to actual let him bite… “I wasn’t rejecting you or us. I just didn’t know. I…I don’t do relationships.”

The hope tempered, pressed back behind careful understanding and that easygoing exterior. Asher nodded, ready to take the blow of whatever he thought Damien was about to deal out. How did he do that? How did he just openly accept the feelings of others? Of him? “That’s okay. I—”

“Wait,” Damien stopped him, shaking his head. The last thing he wanted was to hear Asher apologize again or offer up the casual relationship he thought he wanted. “I am not a casual person. I think you know that.”

Asher’s lips pressed. He would usually make a joke then, or say something sweet, the fact that he held his tongue stung because Damien knew it meant he thought what he said next was going to hurt and needed to be treated seriously. It was serious, but he would never willfully hurt Asher—not really, not ever.

“You make my life feel…good. Not just in sex, but every day. All day. I look forward to seeing you and when I do…You make me happy. I like you. I miss you when you’re not around. I look forward to seeing you. I crave you.” Those last words rattled in his chest, more honest than he’d been ready for. But it was worth it, to see the way Asher’s expression changed. It wasn’t any of his many MANY expressions Damien had mentally catalogued before. His eyes were teary but not sad and he looked so… relieved? Surprised? Happy. He was happy. Damien bent over him and kissed him. He sighed when Asher kissed back and his hands slid up his thighs to his hips.

Damien unbuttoned and opened Asher’s jeans, breaking the kiss to slide off of him just long enough to strip him down. “So…I was your first non-shifter?” He smirked, not hating that bit of information. He wanted to know everything about Asher.

“Yeah…I told you that before,” he mumbled, sounding distracted and a little whiny now.

Damien loved that sound. He ran his gaze over him again, naked on his bed, sprawled out and waiting for Damien to make the next move. He usually let him make the moves and Damien liked that. He ran hands over him, reveling in the way Asher squirmed. He couldn’t stay still if his life depended on it. He already felt his heat rising but he kept it in check, always. “No, you told me I was your first fire elemental.”

“Still the truth…”

Damien settled belly down on the bed between Asher’s thighs, loving the way the wolf’s eyes widened a fraction and his breath caught with another whimper. “Still want me to bite you?” he asked, mouth brushing his thigh and hand wrapping around his sex.

“F-Fuck. Yes.”

Damien opened his mouth wide and turned his face into his thigh, biting down slowly.

Asher tensed under him and his cock jumped in his hand. “Ah! Shit!” he gasped out, fingers twisting in the covers at his sides.

Damien stroked him, still biting down for a while longer before letting up, another mark. He licked his way to his cock, thinking about that mark. Little symbols that Asher belonged to someone. Another litany of whining, pleading sounds bubbled up from Asher’s throat when he took him into his mouth, sucking while his fingers worked to stretch him. He wanted to be in him. He wanted to feel him around him when he bit his neck again.

“Please,” Asher begged, hips shaking with the restraint not to thrust into his throat. “Please, fire, please!”

Damien took his mouth off of him and looked up his body, watching him all stretched out and gasping for air. He was so close and begging to be brought to the edge.

Damien slid his fingers out of him and stroked himself when he repositioned. He rubbed against him but didn’t push in. Asher nodded. “Yes. Please, fuck me,” he answered the unspoked question, grabbing at Damien’s shoulder.

Damien groaned when he pushed into him, watching his face and loving the way his eyes rolled a little and his mouth opened wider. “I’m going to put so many marks on you, anyone who catches a glimpse of your skin will know you’re taken. You’re mine.” Asher shuddered. Damien slid his hips back and then snapped them forward, making him inhale and moan. “Mine,” he said again, shaking at how it made him feel saying it, believing it. He bit down on Asher’s shoulder, and then high on his neck, and then finally put his teeth back into the shallow grooves of his first bite. Asher clung to him when he came, shaking hard, and Damien followed soon after.

He only realized he’d been biting the whole time when he finally came down from that pique and unclamped his teeth, licking at the abused skin. At least he hadn’t set anything on fire this time. He rolled them both onto their side, legs still tangled, bodies still mashed together and sticky. They’d clean up soon. He slid fingers into Asher’s hair, pressing it back from his face and watching him come back to himself. It always took him a minute after a hard orgasm and Damien loved seeing that blissed out expression—loved knowing he’d made it happen.

“Stay the night?” he asked. It wasn’t unusual for Asher to crash at his place when they’d slept together but he asked anyway. Leaving things unsaid was risky.

Asher smiled and Damien realized saying things out loud was definitely worth it. “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cold tonight. Gotta stay close to my fire to stay warm.”

Damien rolled his eyes. “So corny…” He got up and pulled the wolf with him toward the bathroom.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #damien x asher #confession #biting #marking #FEELINGS #things get steamy #fanfic

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hi<3

Harry james potter request where he just win a Quidditch game and his girlfriend (reader) promised him a reward.

smut prompt #26. "wait to see what i'm wearing under it" & #30. "well, i think you're being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?" also #27. "just one more, for me."

Reminder: it is completely fine if you don't want to do it so no pressure! It's your account, and it's your choise so I understand :)

- Stay happy, love!

Prize| harry James potter

Summary: that was always something about the cocky grin on Harry's face after he has won a match that made you all hot and bothered,this time,you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

Pairing:harry James potter X fem! reader

Warnings:smut, fingering,oral(f receiving), overstimulation, penetrative sex, degradation,Dom! Harry,hints of subspace.

Prompts: smut prompt list

#25 "wait to see what I'm wearing under it"

#30 "well,I think you are being a bad girl,don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

#27 "just one more,for me"

A/n:first of all hello,and thank you so much for your request! Second of all, sorry it took so long to respond I was out of town visiting my godmother and the internet connection there is awful,but I'm finally back home,and posting again!

That was very cool to write, harry owns me on a silver platter,it was also my first time writing overstimulation stuff so I hope it doesn't sucks.

Hope you enjoy it <3

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The match had came to an end after what felt like forever, griffindor had won, and that meant youd have to deal with an extra cocky harry.

You weren't such a quidditch enthusiastic, but you loved harry and wanted to show it to him,so you always came to watch and cheer extra loudly for him.

As usual, there was a party planned on the common room to celebrate the victory and hard work of the team by being showered with firewhiskey and a lot of music.

Now what you had planned for tonight's party was the real news. There was something about seeing harry all confident and extroverted that just did it for you,letting you all hot and bothered, so you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

After greeting the boy by the door of the locker rooms and make sure he would be at the party you came back to your dorm to put your plan to work, you took a fancy shower with all the self care products you owned,then you dressed up in a sexy pair of see through dark blue lingerie, putting on top a a tight black dress to ensinuate your curves.after fixing your hair and putting on some makeup you were ready to go down to the common room.

You went in naturally through the door, being used to said so celebration,you saw harry sitting in the couch bickering his drink,almost spilling it when looked up and saw you in a dress much shorter than you used to wear

"hi,uhm,wow,you look..."

"brilliant?"

"y-yes"

You chuckled lightly at how easily you could flutter the boy;you choose to ignore how he was devouring you with his eyes,and invited him to the improvised dance floor,being familiar with the playlist of Muggle sounds playing in the background.

The little firewhiskey you took making you confident enough to start purposely grinding down on harry times enough to make his mind wander to some dirty thoughts.

"I'm warning you y/n,you should stop while I'm being nice"the look in his face was hard

"stop what?"you knew that playing dumb would get you exactly what you wanted,encouraging you to bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

He chuckled darkly, expression getting even harder.

"you know exactly what you are doing don't you?"he smirked and pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheeck.

You kept ignoring his warnings and getting even more confident while swinging your hips to the beat,while harry shamelessly stared at your body,giving you an awesome terrible idea.

In one swift move you locked your lips on his, slightly biting his bottom lip,them pulling away only to whisper seductively into his ear

"you seen to like my hair huh?wait to see what I'm wearing under it"and then pressed your body against his.

That was it,in a split second,he was dragging you to his dorm by your arm,being followed by weird looks and wolf whistles, everybody knew what you were about to do,so it was no surprise to find the bedroom empty

Once inside it,he slammed the door shut pinning you on it and passionately kissing you,roaming his hands all over your body,lips now trailing down your jawline to your neck, getting on that spot that made you melt.

"bet you liked acting like a whore, let's see if you like what comes now"

He threw you on his bed,and proceeded to assault your neck,claiming you with red marks all over,knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"your dress,"he gave your clothes body another hungry look"take it off, now"

You did as you were told without hesitation,presenting him his favourite post game prize, pulling out a huge smirk from him

"all of this for me huh?"if he looked hungry,now he was a starved man looking at his favourite meal.

His gaze shot from your body directly into your eyes.

"well I think you were being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

You felt yourself get wetter over your panties where a damp spot were already sitten,you simply looked at him with this doe eyes and he already knew what you wanted.

His feather like touches teasing you through the fabric of your underwear, slowly taking them off,teasing you by rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit,making you gasp loudly;harry slowly but surely buried his fingers on your cunt,knowing very well how to find that spot that made you melt and giving it no rest,prescisely brushing his fingertips in there with every thrust of his hand.

As his ring and middle finger pumped your pussy,his thumb played with your clit,bringing you closer and closer to a release.

Harry could feel the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers,he leaned his body upon yours,attacking your neck once more,never stopping the ministrations on your pussy,it was definitely gonna leave a mark,but he knew you liked to be marked by him,so that everyone knows what he's getting after a well played match

"are you going to cum?"

"yes!" You somehow breathed out

"let go them"

You came almost immediately after his words, feeling your orgasm wash over you,at first you find it Weir that he so easily gave you your release,you were expecting him to tease the hell out of you and make you beg for him to let you cum.

But when his fingers didn't stopped after you rode out your high,it was when it hit you,he was going to overstim you,turn you into a sloppy mess,the startled look you gave him letted the boy know you were aware of his intentions,but it never stopped him though,he just winked at you,before diving into your pussy like he needed it for a living,tongue flicking your little bud,fingers never ceasing

You were still sensitive due to the orgasm you just had,the vibrations his groans of pleasure sent to your core had you already on the brink of cumming again,moans getting more desperte and hard to hold.

"ha-ah!-harry, gonna cum again"

"weren't you acting like a slut?that's what sluts like you get,just what you fucking asked for"

These words were all you needed to push you over the edge,coating his fingers and moth on your release.

You were already a whimpering mess,harry had that power over you,make you putty in his hands with so little,the sight of him pulling his pants down along with his briefs made you whine loudly,both for seeing his rock hard cock finally free,and for the thought of him fucking you in such a fucked out state

Harry knew you,he knew how you could get carried away,but he was painfully hard and just needed to feel your warm walls clench and cum around his cock.

He started to pepper little kisses all over your face whispering sweet nothings in your ear while easing himself inside you,his groans and whimpers in sync with your moans.he really did try to hold himself but you were just so close to him,so warm,so his,he quickly started a relentless pace

At this point you were giving zero fucks about being quite,just straight out moaning aloud.

"that's right princess,let the whole castle know how good I make you feel,f-fuck so tight"

You were literally quivering,shaking underneath the boy,wanting to get closer and away from him at the same time,it was hurting,but felt so good you didn't had the heart to stop

"h-harry 's sensitive,too much,'s too much!"

Now call him a masochist but this boy loves seeing you like this,writhing underneath him,face contorting in both pleasure and pain,him being the cause of it.

"fuck,I know love,just one more,for me"

He reached his hand down to toy with your clit,sending you into a blissful high,eyes shutting close as you came hard with a loud cry.

The way your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him was all he needed before filling you up with his warm cum.

Once you regained yourself and opened your eyes again,you were met with harry holding a wet cloth and a glass of water.

"you okay love?was it too much?are you still with me?"

"it's fine,I'm here love,just tired" once the adrenaline ran out it was hard to keep your eyes open,a drowzy smile on your face.

"all right, let's get you ready to rest"

Harry handed you the glass,and carefully wiped you clean while you drank,he them handed you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts,after you were all dressed up you just snuggled against each other,curled in your own little bubble of affection until doze off to sleep.

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Sorry,I don't do good with endings,and sorry for any mistakes,English is not my first language.

Hope you like it,tell me if something needs a change.

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