#🍯smut

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

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Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #🍯 anon #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #dom!bucky #I think this might be one of my favourites that I've written recently #That last line has been my go - to fantasy this week #it's come into my head every morning when I'm walking to the train #and I planned to write an exploration of it today #but you know #I like it just left there like that for now #I've spent most of my free time trying to book a mid-week city break #but I don't know where to start #I got a new piercing this week and I love it!! #but I was in work on Friday talking about it #and our graphic designer asked how many piercings I had #so I told him I have 8. So 3 in each ear #and the expression on his face was just pure maths #he didn’t question it lmao

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ FEARLESS, STUPID

tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution wordcount. 9.8k

a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc it’s just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much ♡♡

geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader

The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. It’s cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.

Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but it’s been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing it’s smell. You can’t even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing that’s pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someone’s wrists.

It’s gone quiet now.

You wonder if others have fallen asleep. You’re not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go — It’s a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. That’s all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.

You realize you’re scared. That’s the thumping between your ears.

“Lieutenant. Good evening, Sir.”

A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. “At ease, soldier.” He sounds older than some of the youthful faces you’ve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. “What’s all this?” the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.

“Captives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commission’s supply line when they tried to escape.”

You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. “So why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.” You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if you’re lucky, you won’t go through hell before you’re shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. “Beta's?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You strain your neck to tilt your head up. You’re not sure why you do it. Maybe it’s the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain you’ve witnessed. You don’t have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, you’re not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leader— and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.

But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you can’t look away when his lips form the words. “So, kill them.” His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.

The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. “...Yes, Sir.”

The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you don’t ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And you’re not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how you’d turn out.

As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait… your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. “No, no, stop!” The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesn’t hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.

Everyone’s scared for themselves, but they’re scared for you too, and you for them. “Stop, please! Please!” They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you don’t make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.

You can’t even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.

“Wait.” The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know you’re stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. It’s not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. “This one’s an Omega… Settle down, soldier. We’re not trying to hurt, are we?” The buzzcut’s eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.

The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesn’t falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. “You’re a rare find. You on blockers?” Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.

It’s not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. “Smart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.” A small furrow worms between his brows. “Are there others?” He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. “Don’t lie. If you lie I’ll know.”

Your voice cracks when you start. “I- If I tell you- what will happen to them?”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. “How’s this? I’ll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.” The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. There’s no one left that didn’t get shot as they ran… You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. “I- this is all that’s left. There’s no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there weren’t any Omega’s left, the last raid already took them all. That’s all I know.” You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.

Those dark, unrelenting eyes don’t waver as you speak, and you can’t help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldn’t need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacket— and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. “Bring the Omega.” You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but that’s it. It’s not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.

The smile doesn’t fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. “Kill the monkeys.”

+

There’s nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. You’re confronted with it more than you’ve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. You’re not a fighter. You’re not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape — you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.

You’re sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.

“Lieutenant Geto says you’re to clean her up for processing.” One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.

The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. “For the barracks or to be sent to the commission?” He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. It’s enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isn’t enough… but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.

One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. “Neither.” His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. “Personal pick, I heard.”

The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. “And we’re supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.”

“You ever had an Omega?” The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. “I haven’t. Yet we’re going to war for ‘em… Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because they’re bold enough not to report to the commission.” The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you can’t help but hide more into the leg of the man who’s still touching you kindly. “Goin’ to war for pussies like yours… must make you something real special, right? But you’re unreported. What’s keeping me from just… taking you for myself?” Then he looks between the two other men. “I’m even willing to share between the three of us if you’d help out. Keep some things quiet.”

“You said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?” The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. “Means you got something in return for keeping a secret already.” He’s all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. “Don’t do something stupid. There’s no place to keep her where some officer wouldn’t smell her anyway. Can’t keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?” He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.

“Itadori. You think you’re helping out just being another dog for the commission?”

“Instead of a thief?” He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. “Go get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. I’m doing mine.”

The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. “T-Thank you.”

His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. He’s an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. “Don’t thank me yet.” Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. “Let’s get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.” When you don’t move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.

After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. “You can’t let me go, can you?”

Itadori turns up the water until it’s warm, and his brows flatten. “…No. I’m here to do a job. I’m sorry.” You believe him. Doesn’t make you feel any better, though.

+

The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But it’s still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. You’re glad that the Lieutenant doesn’t particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you don’t act up when he wants you close. It’s an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you weren’t forced into it. As if you had any choice.

The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls you’re cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when you’re here you’re colder, naked and more uncomfortable.

You don’t know that much about the army. You don’t know that much about other things either, but you know that Omega’s are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesn’t have. You know that he’s using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you don’t want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.

Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. “Come. Get into bed. I can’t sleep when you’re not sleeping. And you’re not going to sleep when you’re shivering to death.”

“I’ll sleep,” you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isn’t dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.

“I’m not asking.” You know he’s not. Maybe it’s because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hour— and he’s tired. It wouldn’t be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesn’t like. “Come.”

He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. “That’s a good pet…” The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. It’s in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.

It’s just… Geto’s scent’s become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.

Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. “I’m hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them haven’t had an Omega in years.” His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. It’s sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. “You don’t even know how lucky you are that I’ve kept you to myself.”

You do know that, though. You’ve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. You’ve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what it’s like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That you’re not taking a whole division’s sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. “I know I am,” you whimper, biting your lip. It’s not enough to just be this. You can’t just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.

As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. “Can’t help but cry? Poor baby.” He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“I- Feels- b-big,” you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. “Geto-sama- Please stop, I’m still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.”

With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above you— and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. “I’m going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?”

You’re not sure if it’s meant to be patronizing… but you don’t know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. “Means you’ll be passed on to some other scum.” He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.

“I put in a good word that if I come back you’ll come back to me- but…” His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- he’s always hard when you’re in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. “I’ll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.” As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. “Let me use you. Or see what fucking happens.”

+

The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if you’d be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushes— but it’s only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.

Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. “Lieutenant, what can I do for you?” His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.

His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.

Or lack thereof. There’s a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesn’t hesitate to sit down too. “Major General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. You’ve lost some weight?”

“Hardly,” the man shoots right back, unfazed. “You can lay off the flattering.”

Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesn’t bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. “So, the Omega. Y’ want to buy her?”

“I’d like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.”

“We’re in a war, Suguru.” The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. “You can’t pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.” The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where you’re still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. “Higher ranks get first picks, but if you’re gone, you’ll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.”

“I understand, Sir.” Geto’s smile doesn’t slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. “It’s just that- she’s more of an indoor pet. I’d like to keep it that way, if possible.” His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.

Geto’s. “You have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega… broke.” His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. “I’m more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee she’d be close by. Used sparingly.” You don’t know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Geto’s presuming he has— but you don’t really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older man’s lips, cocking his head.

“Have her stand.”

You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you weren’t so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.

You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. “You got a name?”

“Y-yes.” You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesn’t have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Geto’s hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.

Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. “It’s some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant… One would almost call it suspicious.” There’s a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows he’s in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers you’re wearing below.

“I just get lucky, Sir. Omega’s delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, s’all.”

Shiu’s eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. “So, what do you want in return for this present?”

“Nothing at all, really.” The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spot— makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. It’s loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like he’s parting with a prized possession. “Just that I get her back once I’m done with my service at the front in a few months.” 

“Done.” Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. “Dress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.”

+

You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. There’s soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiu’s quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. “You’re goin’ into heat soon?”

You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. “Probably. I-I’ll- ah-” His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. You’re not sure if it’s his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throat— but you’re so sore. “I’ll need heat blockers for a while.”

“Mh,” he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk that’s so overwhelmingly Alpha. It’s distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. “No need. We’re far enough away here that they won’t smell you. Or if they do, they can’t do anything about it anyway.” You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.

“But- b-but I,” you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You haven’t gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasn’t ever safe even with just Beta’s around— you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. “But I don’t want to go into heat. It hurts.”

Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like you’re dumb. “It doesn’t hurt when I’m here to breed you full, little girl.” He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. “You don’t know that? You’ve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?” It’s embarrassing. It’s so embarrassing— the way he eyes you like you’re some sort of idiot. It’s not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. “Aw, baby girl. You’re so sweet.”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“Daddy’ll have to teach you.” His large hand forces it’s way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. “But not right now. Get up and go wash. We’re having company over.”

Your mouth’s dry, so you swallow tightly. “Who?” Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.

“A… friend, I guess.” He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. “You won’t like him.”

With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like you’re ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. There’s no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.

So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasn’t been bad to you, but he also isn’t particularly gentle. You didn’t want to go through heat at all. “Mh-mn, need- agh.” You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.

There’s a swell of voices from down the hall— talking that doesn’t last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. You’re so hot that it’s hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. It’s not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.

Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.

It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that you’re scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. You’re mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blankets— and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue. 

“Agh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~” With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need to— to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. “Mhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~” Slick’s already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your head’s so light. It’s spinning.

Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.

“Ah, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.” The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.” The low chuckle you get isn’t the one you expect, but you can’t open your eyes enough to see what’s going on.

“Bit friendly for a hello, isn’t it?” There’s a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. “S’cute though. That’s a pretty girl. Daddy’s here.” Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you can’t be still. “Already drenched through your clothes, pet.” You don’t mean to. You don’t, you’re so sorry. “Whining like a little baby, need to get filled up?” 

“Only thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omega’s don’t run anything…” The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. “Ugh, fuckin’ hell, you’re so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.” One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. “Want some love from daddy, baby?”

A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. “I thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.”

“Your pet was crying, Kong.” He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you can’t stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. “Plus, just smell her. She’s scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.” After a long pause where you’re fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animal— you’re turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.

Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. “See you’ve already made introductions.” You mumble a pathetic ‘daddy’ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.

“Poor girl, already going into heat? You didn’t last long. Needy, little pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it?” He pulls the top fully down until it’s hooked under your tits, then hums. “Look so cute when you’re begging to get fucked.”

“Gonna let me have a turn too?” Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and you’re looking up at him again. He’s got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally can’t help yourself. It hurts so good— good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.

Shiu’s voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. “She’s not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.” His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.

“Mh~ hurry up!”

It’s out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabric— and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. “Oh, you don’t wanna be doing all that, pet. You’ve got days of heat ahead of you— and you’re getting me hard as a motherfucker.”

All it’s doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. “What’s it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off I’m not leaving. Sweet, little thing like that…” Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. “Haven’t had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.”

A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiu’s brows for a bit, before he sighs. “Can’t bite ‘er, she’s not mine. I’m just keeping her.” His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. You’re sure you’re similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?” His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. “Needy, huh.” He licks his lips. “Fine, join. Can count us even after that.”

At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiu’s hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. “And I get first turns.” The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. “Get up.” With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto fours— and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. That’s what would feel right.

“That-” Shiu’s hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. “That’s it.” You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where you’re so much smaller beneath him. Omega’s always are, but these two are big even among other Alpha’s— more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your body’s entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.

Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguro’s stripped down entirely— shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. “Uh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.”

“Who are you calling daddy?” The general asks sternly, but there’s no malice there. He’s amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving in— and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. “Fu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.”

A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third you’re basically begging and your cunny’s sucking his fingers in. “A-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.” Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.

It’s flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro is— but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. “Gonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?” As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until you’re entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.

“Fuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omega’s.” The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalistic— your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. “Don’t run away from me- jus-t take it.”

“O-oh-fu-ugh.” He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.

The head’s already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. He’s just so thick and glowing hot to the touch— basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. “A-agh, ugh agh, da-I- ca— um-hnggg.”

“My turn,” Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. “That’s- a good cockslut— open wide.” You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. You’ve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You don’t want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.”

He’s still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cunt— and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you can’t stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the man’s glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. “Mh-mhm mhhuh.”

With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. “Hah, you’re talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffed— Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?” Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you can’t, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and he’s still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than you’re meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You don’t want to stop. “A little longer, that’s it, a little more~”

Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spent— and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. “Mh-hh- hck.” Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.

Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. “Let her- hh- up, she’s turning blue.” As you’re basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.

Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. “More? You want more, greedy slut?” He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this time— and hums. “Such a good, little Omega.” You can’t help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.

“She liked that one. She’s trying to clench my dick off.” He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. “You think she can take two?”

The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. “‘Nuh uh, she can’t. She’s too tiny— L-ook, you’re already -fuck- bulgin’ er.” He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throat— only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. “She likes it so much though, look at that. You’re just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?”

You can’t answer. Your brain’s all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiu’s thighs with a noisy ‘pap, pap, pap’. If you could think, you’d agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, it’s all too much.

“Close?”

You’re drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tight— and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. “Ah-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~” You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.

You can’t stop shaking. Even then, Shiu’s cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. “Oh fuck, fuck- too tight— shit, I was this close, hah.” When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.

It’s Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. “So cute now that you’re all flushed, cumming like that. But you’re not done, are you?” His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.

Your head’s still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.

Shiu’s staring. You can’t tell what expression he has, but it’s enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. “Fuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, s’all. She’s sweet when she’s cryin’ all baby like.” He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. “Wanna try the two of us at once?”

Instinct gets the better of you, and you’re already nodding against his pecs before you can think. “Two, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.” It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cock’s still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. You’re seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. “Want, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.”

He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. “She’s already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.”

“Mhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddy— s’ sensitive- please, please, please~”

Fushiguro’s face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. “Ugh, she’s- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like it’s her job.” He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against you— everything’s making you crazy. You’re losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. “Want daddy, baby?”

Your head bobs like it’s disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.

A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiu’s hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other man’s dismay. “I told you not to bite ‘er. Don’t care how much she begs- she’s not ours to bite.” There’s a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.

“She is mine.” His large hand wraps around your arm, and pulls— but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiu’s palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your body’s still aching too hard.

“Share, please,” you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiu’s knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. “Please, daddy? Want to be full.” It doesn’t take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. “Full of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.” It’s with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. “Ack- agh.” You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.

Briefer, but no less messy.

Shiu’s quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glands— with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. “Hold her legs.” You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. “Uhuh, there’s a good Omega.” As he does though, the space in your body is so full, you’re struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.

And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. It’s too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shake— before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. “Oh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.”

The two men slide you down until you’re so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like you’re about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and you’re creaming around them both. “That’s a- ugh- pretty girl.” Your orgasm barely pitters out before you’re cumming again, and you’re getting kissed on as you’re crying.

Not a single thought makes it though you. You’re clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.

You’re fucked until you can’t even feel your legs, let alone hear how you’re mewling and crying— like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that you’re probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second you’re floating, and the next the pressure grows too much— teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.

Fushiguro’s teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. You’re entirely spent, so there’s not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.

“Fuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuh— my baby, mine. Mine.”

It feels like you’re stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguro’s chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that you’d savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alpha’s chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.

“Uh— my bad. I got carried away.” One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.

“Yea…” The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. “…Guess Suguru will have to learn how to share.” His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark he’s made.

“But I don’t think I wanna share.”

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Stress Relief

Pairing: Law x Female Reader

Warnings: MINORS BEGONE! 18+! Spit kink, voice kink, Rough oral! deep throat/gagging, Dick riding, dirty talk, teasing/degradation (naughty girl, bad girl, cry baby), Dacryphilia (love for crying) vaginal penetration! you're his medicine !

Summary: Being a captain can be tough but with you around you always seemed to make things better.

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“Fuck.” Law grunts as he tugs you harder onto his cock, your body tucked under his desk with his head thrown back. His slender fingers tangled in your hair keeping you in place as he thrusts into your throat making you choke and cry. Tears streaming down your pretty face that he loves so much, “Stop being a cry baby I know you can -ah- take it.” Law's usually smooth voice is raspy with lust and stress that he wanted to release down your throat.

“Always being a bad girl when I tell you not to be.” He gets so mouthy whenever he's stressed and you love it, using your throat as a cock sleeve. Loving the sounds of your choked groans and moans sending vibrations around his long cock. The tip poking the back of your throat with every deep thrust of his hips, “Ugh~fuck~ that's it my slutty thing.” Law grunts as he looks down at your wrecked expression, drool running down your chin to drop in your exposed breast. 

Your nails dug into his thighs as you squirmed trying to create friction on your pussy but it was no use. The force of his cock in your mouth made you choke but he held you still loving every sound you made. “Fuck!”

Your eyes looked up into his with a needy expression that made him grunt, pulling you off his cock with a ‘pop’ sound. Your chest heaving as you stare up at him and he takes his cock in his hands tapping your lips with the tip. “Naughty girl, look at you so messy.” 

“Come here.” Law whispers softly patting his thigh, his thumb rubbing your chin as he licks his lips. 

You stand up slowly and climb on top of his lap, your hand going to spread your pussy open for him to watch. Law eyes paying attention to your every move with intense lust and hunger, his hands going to touch all over your body. Your thighs up to your waist then to your tits squeezing them roughly making you whine as you slowly lower yourself down on his cock. It was long and curved just right, hitting every spot that you needed it too. 

“Fuck~” Law’s moan was long and drawn out when you finally sat all the way down on his twitching cock. Head being thrown back to thud against his desk chair, eyes closing for a second as he moves his slender fingers back down to grip your thighs. 

You couldn't help but whine as you held onto his shoulders, bouncing yourself on his cock roughly just how he needed it. Taking his pleasure in your hands watching as his brows knit together with every bounce and drop you made. Circling your hips and moaning as you feel every inch of him. Eyes rolling back as he held your thighs tightly, hips rocking up into your cunt at a rough pace. His hands that you love so much pulling you down harder with each pump of his hips. 

“O-oh Law~!” You moan out loudly as your body bounces, tits moving with each thrust for his eyes to see. His jaw was tense as he watched, grunts and groans leaving him and tangling with your loud cries. The feeling of your wet walls soaking him was breaking every fiber in his being. 

You were the perfect medicine whenever he needed it and no matter his skills as a doctor you always knew what dose to deliver. You lean forward kissing all over his tense jaw, nipping and sucking marks at his neck, grinding down into his throbbing cock. His talented tattooed fingers finding your clit to rub vigorously making you whine just how he needed to hear.

 The walls were thin on the Polar Tang but the life of a captain can be so selfless and stressful but dammit sometimes he needed to be a bit selfish. He'd probably beat himself later out of embarrassment but right now he just needed you to cum on his cock. 

“Law baby please~ please cum in me.” You plead as you feel yourself gush on his cock, the mix of his thrusts and fingers rubbing your clit were all too much. You moan as you feel him fuck ropes of his seed into your pussy with a drawn out curse. His other hand pulling you down for a deep kiss as he gives a couple more thrusts riding out both of your highs. 

“You know I love you right?” He finally whispers after you both calm down and you just smile at him. Pressing yourself into his chest you kissed all over his face with a smile, “Of course you love me captain I'm your little stress relief.” You wink as a joke making his face heat up as he rolled his eyes mumbling shyly, "Be quiet will you Y/N-ya."

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Partition - Hyunjin

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Masterlist

Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public sex (no one’s watching but someone’s around), kissing, mild dom! hyunjin, not proof read

MDNI 18+

WC: 1.2K

His mouth was intoxicating.

Hyunjins kisses were always like that. Full of passion, and so so soft.

Currently he has you cornered into a wall in his dressing room. Him and the other members had to do a talk show in New york and were, for once, given their own personal dressing rooms.

The second he was through that door you attacked him with a hug, telling him how good he did and how proud you are. You know that sometimes he needs the reassurance.

Reassurance really wasn’t he was looking for though- as he immediately pressed you into the nearest wall,mouth finding yours in a frenzy.

Hyunjin trailed his nimble fingers down to your thighs and under your skirt, coming to rub at your core through your underwear.

“Need you now, my love.” He mumbled against your lips.

You answered him with a tug to his beautiful hair, pressing your body further into him looking for more friction from his fingers.

Sensing your motives, he quickly removed his hand from your core and pushed your panties down your thighs. The garment limply falling down to your ankles and you stepped one leg out.

You brought your own hands down to shove his pants down just enough to reveal his cock from its confines.

“Please Jinnie.” you whined when he hooked one of your legs around his waist.

“Shhh sweet girl, I'll give you what you want.”

Just as he was lining himself up to push into you, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Hyunjin halted his actions with a frustrated sigh.

“What?” He called out.

“Hey Hyun, i know you’re… busy but the staff need to clean up and get going soon so you’re ride is here to take you to the hotel..” He heard Chan's voice through the door.

Hyunjin let out a deep breath before replying. “Yeah ok. We’ll be right out.” he pressed a peck to your lips before he pulled away.

“My love..” you wanted to cry. He was so close to giving you his dick.

“I know baby, we gotta go though. We can continue this later. I promise.” Then he buttoned his pants and pulled your panties back up over you.

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When Chan said ‘ride’ you were sure it meant a taxi. Not a limousine just for you two to take back to the hotel.

‘Wow, I guess being on Americas number one talk show has its perks’ you thought.

Climbing in the back you found it to be very spacious, plenty of legroom.

Once Hyunjin was situated beside you the vehicle started moving towards your destination. On the other side of the city.

You curled into your boyfriend's left side, your hands playing with his fingers. To anyone looking it would appear that you’re just two lovers resting, but if they looked close enough they would notice the dirty smirk on Hyunjins face. This was perfect.

He called out to the driver “Do you mind if we close the partition? We might take a little nap before we get there.”

“Not a problem, sir” the driver responded then proceeded to raise the screen.

Once it was up completely up Hyunjin looked down at you with a wicked smile. His eyes had a glimmer of mischief.

He spoke in a low tone, what could be considered a whisper “ Make sure to keep quiet, my love.”

With a sudden quickness your boyfriend pushed you onto his lap and laid himself down on the seat.

You yelped in surprise, not expecting his movements. He yanked you down softly to capture your lips with his. Probably to silence your mouth.

His one hand held your mouth to his while his other hand found purchase on your hips, his soft skin causing goosebumps to erupt on your own.

You lightly ground yourself core into his, your neediness never going away from your previous rendezvous.

Hyunjin let out a whimper against your lips. Now he has released your face and used both hands to guide your hips over his.

“Lemme get my pants down, then you can ride me all you want sweetheart.”

You helped him bring his garments down his thighs once more, his member slapping up against his stomach, a drop of precum smearing against his toned skin. It made your mouth water. You would definitely need to suck on that later.

You used one hand to pull your panties to the side, and he used his to line himself up- before pushing into you with a slow even thrust.

You opened your mouth to let out a groan at the feeling but Hyunjin knew it was coming and yanked you down to his mouth once more.

He let you go once he was fully seated inside.

“Now what did i say about keeping quiet, hmm?” He asked you in a teasing voice. “If you continue to make all those pretty noises then we can’t do this anymore. Is that what you want? You wanna stop?”

You shook your head hastily.

“That’s what I thought. Now be my good girl and keep your mouth shut.”

You adjusted yourself in his lap, hands coming to his chest to steady yourself before you began riding Hyunjin like your life depended on it.

The handsome man under you was biting his lip trying his best to keep in his moans, but fuck you we’re squeezing his dick so tightly.

He was sure he was addicted to your pussy.

You both were so worked up from the foreplay back in the dressing room, in no time you were on the brink of orgasm.

“Almost there Jinnie.” you whispered between pants.

He knew you needed that extra push to get there,

so he brought his digits to your clit, his quick circles being exactly what you needed.

You covered your mouth before the moan could escape, tears leaking from your eyes at the pleasure.

Watching you get caught up in your orgasm brought Hyunjin to own.

Though unlike you, he wasn’t able to keep his sounds to himself. His breathy moans breaching through his lips and it was you who had to shut him up this time.

You slapped your hand over his mouth, muffling him best you could. Hopefully the driver was none the wiser to your antics. But you had a feeling you weren’t that lucky.

When Hyunjin had finally come down from his high he slowly removed you from his lap, his pulling out causing the cum he filled you with to seep out of your hole. His eyes widening at the sight and his dick throbbing. If he wasn’t so spent he would fuck it back into you.

He adjusted his dick back into his pants just in time as the driver lowered the partition ever so slightly to alert you both that the hotel was just ahead, his voice sounded shy.

You thanked the driver earnestly, then gave your lover a sweet kiss. “Let’s go, lover boy. I can feel your cum dripping into my panties- time for a shower.”

He smirked lazily at you, fingers tapping on your leaking pussy,

“Shower? Nah, I think I want dinner.”

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©doitforbangchan

#stray kids #skz smut #stray kids x reader #🍯 #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids smut #doitforbangchan

[pupgawa]

Ability fun ! 🍯

Why not making sex even more fun by adding in some ability , you know really spice things up ?

pairing (s) : Akutagawa x reader, atsushi x reader, chuuya x reader ( separately )

Tags/cw’s: gender neutral! Reader , reader's gentile is not specified , rough sex ( all of them ) , bondage ( akutagawa ) , degration ( akutagawa) praise ( atsushi, chuuya ) , mating press ( atsushi ) , mentions of breeding ( atsushi )

Bondage is a given when using roshomon during intercourse. He can't help but get hard at the sight of the black cloth warping across your body, squeezing in all the right spots.

If he's not using roshomon to tie your hands behind your back, then he's using it to hold your legs open for him while he fucks you.

Or he's helping you ride him while having your hands tied behind your back.

And sometimes he's standing up, holding you in the air with Roshomon, using the multiple tendrils summoned you're being rocked back into his cock, he thrusts his hips forward just a bit so he can really hit deep inside you.

“ A .. Aku .. ” You moan softly as the black tendrils are holding your thighs open, you can't fight against the pure force of it, all you could do is moan as you took what he gave you.

“ that's it ... cry out for my cock like the dog you are ” He growled out as he slammed his hips deep inside you. Your eyes widened as he hit the bundle of nerves you liked him hitting so much. You let out a loud moan as you tossed your head back.

Akutagawa can't help but grin as he felt your muscles untense under roshomon, completely submitting to him as roshomon gets tighter around your thighs and arms.

“ yeah that's it .. submit , obey your superior, you whore ” he spat as he fucked into you harder and you laid there and took it.

Atsushi is usually very sweet with you, all the time, especially during sex, he wanted to make you feel as safe and comfortable as he possibly could.

So when you brought the idea to let out his more feral side and use his ability a little bit during sex it was completely out of the question at first, he didn't want to hurt you.

But you were persistent, you continued to make small gestures to it, and insisting you'd be okay, you were so cute, how could he deny you any longer. But he set a rule that you'll let him know when you need to stop as soon as you want to stop, which you happily agreed to.

And this turned out a lot better than he expected, he hates to admit it but he likes letting out his carnal desires and going a bit feral more than he likes to admit.

All the time he has you in a mating press, pounding into you, large tiger claws pinning your head to the bed, his tiger legs give his thrusts a bit more of a kick, fangs bared and his tiger ears twitching and his tail whipping from side to side, claws tearing the bed sheets as he gripped them.

Atsushi pounded into you at a rough pace, his thighs slapping against yours as he thrusted downwards at and angle that drove you nuts.

“ fuck .. fuck , fUck ! ~ ” he cursed between his teeth with a small voice crack. You felt so good around his dick that he can't help but speed up, bending you in half as he did, stuck in a mating press.

“ you feel so good .. oh my godddd ” he moaned out as he let out a inhuman snarl. “ are you okay ? Tell me to stop now if you need, because if you don't I won't be able to stop myself- ” you tell him it's okay.

He wasn't lying, Atsushi let out a growl, one of a beast, claws digging into your wrists, positioning himself once more, he stood on his legs, in a squatting position. And before you could register it he was already back inside you.

He set a rough pace, moaning, groaning and growling he was an animal, figuratively and literally. “ m’ gonna cum inside you, and stuff you full of my cubs- ” he begins between each thrusts, your head spun.

“ gonna be a good parent for my kids, a good .. lover .. hngh !! ” he moans out once more as he slammed into you, the thought of you not being able to even get pregnant didn't even cross his mind. He was too caught up in the moment.

“ c ... cumming ! I'm gonna cum ” he moaned out as he stilled himself deep inside you before starting to thrust once again, oh he was far from finished with you

You've gotta hear me out here PLEASEEEE , PLEASEEEE, he can manipulate gravity and shit like just imagine if he could make his thrusts so much faster.

He manipulates gravity to make himself lighter and you as well, so he could thrusts his hips at seemingly inhuman pace,

Okay and like fucking in mid air sounds so silly and that's the appeal of it, like one day you and chuuya are plain drunk and you make a joke about it, and sticks with both you and him.

And like a week later he brings it up and you're like " hell yeah let's do it "

“ you doing okay ? ” Chuuya asks as you nod, “ just a bit light headed, but I'm alright ” you responded, maybe because you were high up in the air of your shared bedroom.

“ that's normal, All you need to do is hold onto me, and I'll keep my ability activated, if it comes to the worst we'll be falling onto the bed so none of us gets hurt here ” Chuuya explains and you nod.

And that's now you came to be, chuuya's cock stuffed you full as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with soft grunts and groans, loud moans spilling from your lips.

“ oh yeah that's good .. that's so good ” Chuuya pants out as he huffs, tossing his head back with a loud groan. “ who's good slut are you ? ” he asks as you whimper out a soft ‘ yours ’ Chuuya let's out an airy laugh. “ couldn't quite hear you, love ” you bite back a moan before repeating; “ yours .. ”. “ good , yeah you're my good slut ” he replied.

Even through the heat of the moment you still couldn't help but giggle to each other that you were actually doing this. Chuuya's movements got a little faster as he groans into your neck.

“ you feel s’ fuckin’ good .. s’ fuckin’ warm ” he groans out again as he let out a loud hiss in pleasure, he grips your hips with a great amounts of strength as he groans out loud. Releasing inside of you.

That unfortunately that caused him to turn off his ability, but fortunately for you guys you landed on the bed, looking at each other for a moment before bursting out into a laughing fit.

#candy🍰 #candysthirsts🍰 #bsd🍡 #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #atsushi nakajima 🍯 #atsushi smut #atsushi x you #atsushi x reader #ryunosuke akutagawa 🍧 #akutagawa smut #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x reader #chuuya nakahara 🥧 #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut

[mcondance]

Ok hear me out, sugar!!

Hobie who loves leaving his mark on you! During backshots he's commanding you to throw it back on his shit and slapping your ass hard enough to leave prints....missionary and his hands are wrapped your throat just tight enough to leave an imprint......mating press and you've got bite marks every fucking where (bonus if he's got on lipstick!!)!!

AHH!! DON'T LEAVE ME! 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

Honey anon

my brain is so empty. hobie’s so damn big so his hands gotta be massive like i can imagine looking at the prints in the mirror the next day and he says some shit like “ain’t getting rid of those no time soon, doll” like he cares 😭😭 when he wraps his hands around your throat during missionary he literally cannot help but crack a smile at the way you tear up and get tighter around him, eyes rolling back at the pressure.

now.. this mating press… he’s so big he literally dwarfs you so he loves doing positions where he can just press his size against you. your legs over his arms and his hips slapping against yours slow and deep. biting and kissing your neck and chest while he plows you into the mattress. and the lipstick.. yeah. black prints in the shape of his lips scattered against your brown skin, the pigment messy and runny from spit. bite marks decorating your shoulders and chest. you both think it’s hot as fuck. you barely feel like wiping it off in the shower after.

THE ENDING OMG I RMBR THAT CHALLENGE 😭 IT WAS SO FUNNY 2 ME 💀💀 also congrats bae ur my first named anon 🤭🤭

#˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. mcon mail 💌 #first named anon omg i’m sooo excited #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black reader #🍯

[ratedfleur]

do you have any zb1,enhypen or skz smau recommendations?I'm running out of smaus to read😓😓

-🍯

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ nsfw kpop smau recos

📝: i honestly only have a few for you because i haven’t been reading smaus lately… so i took these recs from my abandoned blog and some that i read recently! 🫶

📝 pt 2: always remember to send love to all the writers on tumblr! 🫂

my shy neighbor, yang jeongin - @luvyeni

bad idea!, bahng chan - @hyunsvngs

sharing = caring, skz - @cbini

bully, zb1 hyung line + mattrae - @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin

10 reasons, kim gyuvin (fluff) @latriii

verboten, lee heeseung - @heesbaby

pool party, lee heeseung - @prod-ddeonu

stress relief, jake sim - @jongseongsnudes

e(nnn)-, en- hyung line - @jwonsite

rule number 1: don’t fall in love, jake sim - @jaylaxies

#mikha’s asks. #mikha’s [🍯] anon #zb1 #zerobaseone #stray kids #skz #enhypen #zb1 smut #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #enhypen smut #stray kids smut #enhypen smau #skz smau #stray kids smau #zb1 smau #zerobaseone smau

[chvoswxtch]

just wanted to hear your voice

pairing: billy russo x fem!reader

summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤

as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.

Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.

But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.

All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.

But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.

Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.

Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.

He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.

Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.

“Hi handsome.”

Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.

“Hey darlin’. You busy?”

“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”

Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.

“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”

“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”

Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.

“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”

Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I said how did your meeting go?”

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.

“Fine. It was fine.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine, darlin’.”

“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”

If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved. 

He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.

But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.

“Billy…are you-”

“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”

He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Billy-”

“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

“Are you-”

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”

A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck. 

“Billy…”

Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.

“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”

Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls. 

“Billy.”

Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely. 

A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.

“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”

#happy birthday to my sweet honeybun lea 🍯 #billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x fem!reader #billy russo x f!reader #billy russo blurb #billy russo smut

[huunni]

★ — “ DOES THIS OUTFIT MAKE ME LOOK FAT? ”

who dis? stray kids, ot8

huunni drops → cussin, 🎲 jokes, reader gets called fat a few times but it's all jokes, WHAT ELSE I MISS?

#skz x reader #skz smut #skz x reader smut #x black reader #skz x black reader #stray kids x black reader #lee know x y/n #lee minho x reader #bangchan x reader #seo changbin x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung x black reader #lee felix imagines #lee felix x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagines #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin x reader #🍯 — huunni pot

[fcthots]

I love Jason but at his core he is a menace. He lives to annoy and tease. Bruce, his siblings and most importantly you. He loves getting you worked up it’s the highlight of his day.

Also can I have this emoji 🍯?

Jason LOVES teasing you.

He will randomly walk up behind you and say fun phrases in your ear like "you like that?" & "good girl" & "your thighs look delectable right now".

Now if you don’t oppose to it, he will randomly walk up behind you, smack your ass, and run away.

He has called yo before while you were in public just so you'd have to hear him moan your name as he touched himself, but he'll finish by the time you get home so you're just hot and bothered.

That is until you snap and he's like "oh? you wanted to fuck? why didn’t you just say so, baby?" and you want to strangle him (a win for him, he's into that).

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #🍯 anon #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #red hood imagine #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut #smut

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ CHALKBOARD AND NAILS

tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral wordcount. 4.5k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee ♡♡♡ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD

nanami kento x fem!reader

You should think about what you’re doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. He’d like to believe you’re doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when you’ve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.

He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you haven’t, and so he can’t, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years ago— and it makes him too aware of you.

Nanami’s not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isn’t even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he would’ve complained until the choice was overruled. But you’re not anyone else. He can’t even lie about the fact that he’s grown quite the attachment to you.

Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he won’t. You’re the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you don’t have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.

Nanami’s not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.

“Why wouldn’t that be possible? I mean, it’d be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and you’re called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Y’know, communication is key and all that.” Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. “Have you ever dated a non-sorcerer while you’ve been a grade one, Nanamin?”

He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you don’t catch him looking. “No.”

“Not once? In like twelve years?” You raise a brow like you’ve suddenly discovered he’s some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.

“I prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids it— so no. And I didn’t graduate twelve years ago, brat.” With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, you’re pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.

“I think I’ll do it,” you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. “I get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.” He’s not sure if it takes him aback -can’t place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isn’t the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.

When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apart— soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? He’s not a man of too many words, that’s always been more your style than his— so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesn’t have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Aren’t you partly his like he’s yours? That’s how it should work. It’s the only logical course of action, and so he can’t help but lean in.

You’re just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldn’t hang out with him so much if you didn’t, wouldn’t trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didn’t. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. “Wow! Hey, we almost kissed.” Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. “I didn’t expect you to be so close when I looked up,” your nose and cheeks are burning hot, “you scared me, Nanamin~”

You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. “Senpai, it’s clearly time for me to go home. I’m getting sloppy.” You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldn’t do any good. Not when you’re too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but you’re one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like it’s an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. “Will you see me to the door at least?”

For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.

+

You’re entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.

It’s a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidable— clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. It’s almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.

Not at you— though he told you he didn’t think it a good idea, you’ve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isn’t an option, and Nanami’s responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. You’re basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.

See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isn’t. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, he’s easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. It’s because of all that introspection that he decided he isn’t a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesn’t do it for the praise of it.

Nanami isn’t a hero. He isn’t a vigilante.

He’s a simple guy with simple wants: you. So there’s only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that you’re blinking stars up at. It isn’t a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldn’t like that much, but he still wants to do it.

You’re beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you don’t even notice that he’s started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. You’re totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasies— even as the distance gets closer and closer, and he’s walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. It’s not like he didn’t know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But it’s different when it’s some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five o’clock shadow.

It’s different when it isn’t him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.

The sky’s darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the lane— as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guy’s probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely won’t actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldn’t be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.

There’s a very clear path before him that ends right where you’re walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he can’t focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. “Nanami?” You’re so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. It’s a bother. There’s only the faintest hints of  jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy who’s now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. It’s a simple problem with a simple solution, isn’t it.

“What are you doing here-” you start to say, before you stumble back.

Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. It’s quick, and there’s a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesn’t come—

Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. “H- Nanamin. What the hell do you think you’re doing? What did you-” You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. “What’s- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I can’t- I can’t even- what- why?!”

You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lock— too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasn’t stopped running. “Stay away! Go away! You’re- I- hick- I don’t wanna look!” You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year old— and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. “You just killed a-an-” You can’t even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. “F-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

Your face doesn’t come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. “No, no, no no no! Leave me alone!” This little scene you’re making is gonna attract attention, you know. “Leave me alone, I want to go in!” Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. There’s a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.

He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.

“I don’t wanna- I don’t-”

For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to you— where you’re cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. “Hey, it’s-”

“Leave me alone!” you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. “Go. Hck- go away!” You’re crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be too happy to hear it at this very moment. It’s not like he blames you. He’s always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course you’d be upset. “Nanamin~” you whine.

“Shhh, just calm down. It’s all good now.” His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. You’re still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, he’s always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. You’re still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. “There, ‘s okay.”

He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Listen-”

“How can I -hck- listen?!” You’re quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighter— probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser that’s probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. “I don’t know what- or how- but that isn’t okay, Nanamin. I just-”

So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. “Just listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldn’t have been so pressed.” It’s true. No one is a priority like you are. “I had to.”

“What are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, there’s a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I don’t k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-”

“I’m trying to tell you something.” His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equal— if he could, he’d give you everything. He just doesn’t know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. “I love you,” is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.

And he’d say more if you weren’t such a talker.

Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I will tell you, if you just-”

“I can’t accept that, senpai! You can’t just go around and kill-”

“I was protecting you!”

“From what?!” Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesn’t know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasn’t like this. “You need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I don’t even know,” you sob, “I don’t know how any of this goes. That’s so messed up, Kento.” That’s the first time you’ve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. “You need to-”

He can’t let the first time end this way.

“Stop talking.”

“Stop talking?” You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from him— and he can’t help but follow. “What did you think was gonna happen? That I wasn’t going to say anything?” As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. “I- Nanami-”

“Kento.”

You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. “Look- just- we can talk about this, but I can’t just ignore that there’s a dead body in my house, Kento.” He’s really sick of you talking. You’re lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. “You’re scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.”

“No, all your talking just gets in the way.” Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he can’t tell you, he’ll just show you. You’ve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldn’t ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you down— watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you can’t, because he’s already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. “There, that’s better.”

Still you’re trying to talk, it’s almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you can’t, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you can’t. “You’re a lot sweeter when you’re not running your mouth sometimes, baby.” He can’t help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like you’re not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.

That’s the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when he’s around you. At least, in theory. He’s not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isn’t really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and he’s better off finishing what he started. “If you shut up,” he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, “I’ll let you breathe. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you won’t want to talk again.” It’s all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but there’s really nowhere you can go.

So you do what you do best, and whine. “Nanami~” It’s a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.

“It’s Kento.” His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. They’re getting too tight to be comfortable. “Or daddy- you like that better? Say it.” You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like he’s caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants. 

That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly you’re trying to get up as you speak. “No, no, I’m not-” You’re trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. “Ow, please senpai— I like you, I really do- but I can’t- I- hang on.” The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.

“I told you to stop yapping, didn’t I?” He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. “Open up for daddy. There’s only one thing your mouth’s good for.” You’re so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. You’re really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him. 

You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesn’t hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. It’s not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. “There, now you’re making yourself useful. That’s what you do best, hm, fucking brat?”

“Agh, fuck- that’s- such a soft little mouth.” You make him feel heavenly, and by the way you’re shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- you’re also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. “You’re so lucky you’re this fucking cute,” he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. “Say something smart again, brat.”

“Agh, daddy,” you sob, drool spilling down your chin, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. It’s almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you don’t even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. “Please.”

He’s such a sucker for you, fuck. It’s almost like you know it. “My little cock slut, look at that. You’re dripping down your thighs, brat.” He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effort— as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. “Fuck.” And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good it’s hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.

“Daddy feel good inside?”

“Mhm, agh-yea.”

You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like you’re trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He can’t even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably haven’t stopped. You don’t even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussy— and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.

“Tell me how much you like me.”“So~ much, so much, fuck. I’m gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.” Your mouth’s still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.” It’s almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. It’s poetic.

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[honeydrool]

Can you do a titty drop please

You asked so sweetly so of course I’ll oblige 🩷

🥳🥳🥳

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Dirty Alphabet

Pairing: Zoro x female reader

*banner*

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

This man is a total sleepyhead but unless you really need something then he’ll get it for you but he’ll definitely tease you that he fucked you so good your legs don’t work

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

I can see him as a tits man, just when you think he’s dozing off he’s sneaking a peek any chance he gets. Sanji isn’t the only one that can appreciate a good rack. His favorite body part on him is his hands for being able to hold his swords and you, hidden romantic at heart

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves making a mess on you for sure, will even smear his cum all around and taunt you on how messy you are

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

Wants to see you grind on his swords. The thought of you making his sheaths all shiny with your pretty juices makes his cock rock solid but he doesn’t want to freak you out so he just uses that fantasy to jerk off. If you asked him though by some rare chance that you might also have the same kink then don't be shocked by how fast he says yes

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

That man is a sexy ass living piece of art. I'm sure he has some experience but I don't think he’s good at being the one to initiate.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything with a view of your tits to watch them jiggle and bounce. Needing to be close to them so he can suck and lick them, marking them for when you wear low cut tops

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nah I can’t see him cracking to many jokes but I see him being a total tease

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

He don’t have time to shave or trim he’s to busy training or napping 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Being on the same ship as that ‘dumb cook’ makes you learn a thing or two so I can see him bringing flowers but not saying anything sweet, just handing you some and looking off to the side. Lighting a few candles cause he likes seeing the light flicker off of your body as you’re bouncing on his cock. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh for him it would be a training exercise, like building arm strength and stamina. But also to blow off some mental steam

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves dirty talk, he might not be good at romantic words but best believe he’ll have your panties off in a second with the way he can rile you up.

Wrestling kink lol ask him to wrestle or even say that you can pin him down and that man will go absolutely wild just to pin you down underneath him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wherever he trains the most is were he’s gonna want to fuck you the most. It’s his safe space and wrecking you in it just sounds like a perfect plan

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

Your tits, and if you’re a brat who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut he’s on go lol Zoro loves a challenge and being with a brat that can hold her own is all the fuel to his fire that he needs

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Having a threesome with the cook is a no go lol the stories are hot but realistically I can’t see it happening unless it’s to show you that he can fuck you better but sharing you in a relationship is a no.

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

Loves giving it’s a workout for him. With his fighting style there’s no way that he wouldn’t want to absolutely wreck you with his tongue. As for receiving I can see him being obsessed with the 69 position or even reverse 69 so he can fuck your face and eat you at the same time

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mix of both for sure

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yup it’s another form of training lol but you have to be the one to bug him about it or he’ll just tease you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Public sex in the crow’s nest I can totally see happening while he whispers that you better keep it down before someone hears 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t train everyday for nothing so best believe this green haired hottie can outlast you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Don’t insult the man lol He is the toy lol but like his bandana though will definitely find it’s way into a few of your sex sessions

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest but you love it , he lives to tease you every chance he gets 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dirty talkkkerrrrr!!! The sexiest raspy moans and groans ever, kissing along your neck so his deep voice just vibrates against your skin making you melt in the palm of his hands. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves making you squirm and brat taming you. If you happen to be an obedient chick then I can see him trying to pick a fight just to make you moody so he can fuck the attitude out of you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, veiny, long all the traits you can want in a dick just saying lol

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

Pretty high but he also loves loves sleep so its a always a battle of the too lol

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless you need something that man will hit the snooze button immediately but he’ll make sure that he doesn’t crush you if he happened to be on top lol

#roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro smut #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro one piece #zoro one piece smut #one piece smut #one piece headcanons #one piece smut Headcannons #zoro headcanons #honeys works 🍯

[doitforbangchan]

thoughts on: I.N's going through a sex ban! Poor baby, homegirl must be really strong to stand for her words, and no down her panties 🥴

My 2 cents on it: it's not breaking if the down parts are clothed 😜

got me droooooliinnnnngggggg

I know you asked for my thoughts but I just had to write a lil something about this. Hope you enjoy!!

Please, Baby - Jeongin

Pairing: I.N x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (no penetrative sex), cursing, ass slapping (like once), mild switch! I.N, mild switch!reader, begging

MDNI 18+

He had been blowing up your phone all day. Over and over again, texts, voice messages, and videos of him begging you to lift the sex ban you placed on him. It had been days since you last touched him, or let him touch you for that matter.

This was all Jeongins fault though. It was his fault you weren't fucking him. He just had to feel like a big man and tell the other members about your sex life. He had been practically bragging to them about all the kinky shit you do for him. You never would have known he was spewing all your dirty secrets if it wasn't for Jisung, who couldn't look you in the eyes the last time you met up with Jeongin and the boys. When you later questioned Jeongin about Hans behavior towards you , he sheepishly admitted what he had said to them.

Since he liked to talk about your sex life so much, you would give him nothing to say. Thus here you were, on your way home from work, having had to turn off your phone for a moment of peace from your begging boyfriend. You were not looking forward to having to deal with his whining in person. Don't get it twisted, you loved sex with him. For him being so young and not very experienced, he sure knew how to please you. You can't reward bad behavior though.

Making your way to the door of your shared apartment you barely even got the key in the hole before the door was being ripped open and you were being yanked into your boyfriend. He pulled you inside, almost slamming the door behind you.

Jeongin had his hands all over you, murmuring about how 'mean' you were to have left him here " I missed you baby. Been so lonely here without you. Without feeling you around me."

You gave an annoyed sigh and removed yourself from within his arms, lightly pushing him off of you. " You didn't miss me, you missed my cunt since you haven't gotten off in a few days."

He looked at you mock hurt, "No baby that's not true! I mean, it is true I miss your pussy but I missed you more!" At the mention of your vagina his eyes lowered to it and let his eyes linger for a moment before coming back to your eyes.

You could see right through him, he was struggling bad. He had been sending you videos and pictures of himself touching himself, but unable to get off since it wasn't to your touch. He still had a boner you could see through his grey sweats. The pair he wears when he wants to turn you on, because he knows he looks too good in that pair.

"If that's true, Innie, then why don't we spend some time together. We can make dinner?" You asked expectantly, acting like he was having no effect on you, when in reality you were just as desperate as him. Stay strong, y/n.

His eyes gave you one more scan before replying slowly, " Sure baby, we can make dinner together." He allowed you to set your stuff down before following you into the kitchen.

You were cutting vegetables when you felt him come up behind you. You gave him a light warning, "Innie..."

"Please, Baby. Please. Let me make you feel good." He was begging you. It almost made you give in.

You set the knife down and gripped the counter in front of you. "No, Innie, you cant fuck me right now."

Jeongins gripped your hips almost harshly. He slowly started to roll his hips into your ass from behind. " Fine. I don't need to fuck you to get what I want. You better hold on to the counter."

From there he was like a rabid dog in heat, using one of his hands to bend you over the counter, the other hand jutting your ass out further for him. He picked up the pace of his grinding on you, hips rutting against you so quickly and forcefully you barely had any time to comprehend what was happening.

You could feel just how hard he was through both layers of your clothes. He needed this. His dominate side was starting to show now. He used one hand to grope your tits, moaning into your ear when he makes contact with them. "mmmm baby, so so soft for me." He bit the side of your ear.

"Innie" You let out a small moan, even through all the layers he still felt so good on your ass.

Your sounds encouraged him to pick up the pace. Now full on humping you for his pleasure.

"Oh now you want it baby? Where was this attitude earlier when I was begging you? Hmmm I don't think so. This isn't about you anymore." You could tell he was close to cumming in his pants, the friction rubbing his cock deliciously. His words made you moan even louder.

His grunting got louder and it only took another few humps before he was spilling into his sweats with a loud "Fuck!" Jeongin gave you a few more thrusts before he pulled his body away from yours with a slap to your ass, breathing heavy.

He laid a kiss to the back of your head and turned to walk down the hall.

" I'll be right back, baby, then we can finish making dinner together."

You wished you just gave into him, then it could have been you taking his cum instead of his sweats.

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[pupgawa]

I saw your other post about this and i just loooove your writing so much!!! If its okay for you, may i request dazai, atsushi and fyodor getting pegged for the first time aswell? Take care, stay hydrated. Thank you💛💛

Something new 🍯

( Pt. 2 )

A/N: THANK YOU NONNIE !! I'm so glad my orders satisfy your cravings <33 subby men are my life so your order is my command ?

pairings: dazai, atsushi, Fyodor x reader

cw/tags: sub!dazai, sub!atsushi, sub!Fyodor, Dom!reader, pegging, gender is not specified, Afab gentiles ( pussy, clit, tits etc. ), Praise, degradation, choking, mating press , power bottom! Fyodor

Dazai was actually the one who suggested it, thinking it would be nice to let you have control for once, oh you've been waiting for this ! You were just much to scared to bring it up.

You withdrew your fingers from out the brunette's slick and lubed up hole, he lets out a groan in pleasure as he leans his head back into the bed.

You chuckle softly, watching him writhe in pleasure underneath you, whining a little, his hole clenching around nothing.

“ belladonnaaaa .. come on you can't just tease me like this ” he complains. You entangled your fingers into his hair and tugged it twords you, hearing him moan.

“ shut up, whore, I'll go as slow or as fast as I want to, you're on bottom here ” you whisper into his ear, watching him shudder.

You let go of his hair and bring his legs around your waist, rubbing the toy against his hole, before pushing it in.

Pegging dazai is rough, mean and full of degration, spitting out mean words to him and watching him go crazy.

It means finally letting go and letting out all your sexual frustrations out on him, because that's what dazai wants, he wants his pretty baby not to be stressed anymore.

You let out a soft moan as the harness slightly bumps against your clit, which makes you pick up your pase.

Dazai notices this and rocks his hips back into you more, giving you the friction you want.

Pegging dazai means to wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, squeezing your fingers around the side of his neck semi-firmly and choking him.

Hearing dazai let out a choked out moan in response.

It also means roughly slapping him across the face when he accidentally mouths off to you.

Don't worry, Dazai gave you full consent to it all.

Atsushi was quite embarrassed when you brought up pegging at first, but hey, he's down to try anything at least once, how is he supposed to know he doesn't like it if he doesn't try it, he thinks of it as trying a new food he hasn't tried before.

“ are you sure , Atsushi ? ” you asked, Atsushi nods his head flashing you a reassuring smile.

“ I mean yeah ! You always enjoy this position, so I wanted to see what was up, unless you don't want to ? Because that's fine- ” you cut him off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

“ no no, I'll do it, just wanted to make sure you were alright with it, don't want to hurt you ”

“ trust me, I'm a lot more flexible then you are ”

Both of you laugh together, you grip onto his thighs and push his legs up to his shoulders, pinning them to his chest, then mounting him, putting him into a mating press.

Spitting onto your hand and rubbing up and down the toy, making sure it was wet enough to cause as less discomfort as possible.

Then you slid it, listening to atsushi mewling underneath you.

Pegging atsushi is slow and passionate at first, slowly rocking into him, watching his cock twitch pathetically between your bodies.

It means praising him and telling him that he's a good boy and that he's doing well

He'll whine for more, begging for you to praise him more

Call him your pretty boy and he'll go nuts.

Expect him to be loud once you really get into it, as you rock your hips faster into him, the sound of your thighs meeting the back of his is music to his ears and yours.

Pegging atsushi is listening to him moan, cry and hiccup out of pleasure and watching him crumble underneath you.

You're the only one who gets to see him this vulnerable

Only you are ♡

There's no hiding anything from Fyodor, the thought of pegging enters your mind ? Fyodor is already aware, he can see the way you look at him as you daydream about it, it's cute, Fyodor will amuse you just this once.

Fyodor shoves you down onto your back, crawling on top of you.

He allows you to think you're in control but with Fyodor, you never really are.

“ what, did you think I was actually going to let you have control here ? Maybe you don't know me as well as you think .. ~ ” He coos, caressing your cheek, you give a small smirk “ I didn't say I didn't like it ” you respond.

“ good mouse ” he teases, taking the lube from the bedside table and spreading it around his fingers, bringing them up to his own hole.

Pegging Fyodor means you have to watch him finger himself open for you, thrusting two fingers inside of himself and making a scissor motion with his fingers.

This is the loudest you've ever heard Fyodor

Fyodor is a very selfish man generally, but when it comes to you, not so much, he likes to give pleasure as well.

For example the strap on he's picked has a small bump which hits your clit nicely, making sure you were unaware of that fact, his face twists into a smug expression watching your eyes widen in surpise, watching you attempt to thrust upwards .

It's cute that you think you have control though, darling ♡ he holds you down and moves his hips at his own pace.

Pegging Fyodor means you're a lot louder than he is, your moans drowns out the sounds of his silent grunts as he drives his hips down onto the toy.

His hands are large enough to hold both your wrists in one of them, his free hand going down to squeeze your breasts a little and play with your nipples.

Pegging Fyodor means hearing a long, luxurious moan as he cums all over his stomach.

Pegging Fyodor Dostoevsky is a pleasurable experience for the both of you ♡

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[seullovesme]

Thinking about giving g!p wendy head while her big veiny hand pushes your head down so you can take in her entire length 🫠 - 🍯

ohmygodohmygod yes yes yes yes yes

wendy is clearly aware of how much you love her hands, especially the size of them 😍 babe has got some big ass hands... she has you on your knees, fully undressed with her cock in your mouth as she's thrusting up tryna chase her high. once she's close, she puts her palm on the back of your head, forcing you down on her and the lewd noises of your gagging just makes her more and more eager to cum. at this point, she's basically using you as a toy 😵‍💫 oh and the way she pushes your head all the way down until your nose meets her lower abdomen, her tip hitting the back of your throat, completely ignoring the tears streaming from your eyes because she's entirely lost in the pleasure of your throat contracting around her length and your breath tickling her. you just sit still with your mouth filled her cock as she shoots her load, and all you can do is watch as she throws her head back, her eyes rolling back. with she string her cock spurts, her body twitches and she lets out a deep moan. when she's done, she lets go and you spring up quickly to breathe, swallowing the spit and cum. wendy is drained and she's just leaning back with her head resting on the back of the couch, panting like a dog. you're glad she was satisfied.

and yes i did go based that one part of her live....

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