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cyberrat · 1 year

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66th Batch Of Fics: 13th Fill

Gabriel/Jack – Part ½ – bottoming for the first time twice; soldiers in love; bottom!Gabriel – How Jack deflowered Gabriel for the first time.

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WHEN HE WAS HUMAN

Gabriel digs his teeth into the pillow, eyes clenched shut. He has to focus on not making any sound but it becomes increasingly more difficult the more Jack insists to push his tongue into him again and again. He’s been at it for… he doesn’t know how long. But it is driving him insane. His skin is crawling in the best way possible. He’s started pulling his knees up on both sides, assisted by Jack’s hands eagerly pushing and he’s now lying in an awkward frog position.

It’s embarrassing… but it opens him up so wide for Jack to stuff his face into his ass and tongue fuck his hole until even Gabriel can feel how soft and ready his muscles have become.

Ready to spread around Jack’s dick. The thought makes him short of breath.

Jack somehow constantly talking doesn’t make it any better.

“Fuck, you look so hot… can’t believe nobody ever got to have you like this… shit, Gabe-” He cuts himself off. Gabriel groans into the pillow. He tries to tell him to stop messing around and just get on with it, but he can’t get a word out. His cock is pulsing against the bedding, hard and desperate. He feels like there is moisture beading on the tip and his suspicion is confirmed when Jack decides to dip down and swipe his tongue over it to lap it up.

Gabriel nearly jumps out of his goddamn skin. Jack has to press his forearm over the small of his back and pin him down, a constant crooning stream of encouragement coming forth.

“That’s it… damn, you’re sensitive… if the other guys knew about it, I’d have to fight tooth and nail, you know that? They’re already looking at your fat ass when we shower. They want you so badly… but you wouldn’t give it up for them, right? Only for me.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer; instead he shoves two fingers into Gabriel all of a sudden, making him cry out roughly as his tense body surges to life. He feels like something is going to snap if Jack presses just a bit harder or moves his fingers back-and-forth just a bit faster. His heart is pumping faster than it does during the testing phases when they have them run on the treadmills until they collapse.

“J-Jack-” he somehow manages to unclench a hand from the now badly abused pillow and reaches back, curling his fingers in a tight claw around Jack’s forearm. He can’t get out more. His brain feels swollen in his head. He’s unable to keep from moving his hips; they have a mind of their own, awkwardly rutting down against the bed until the little bit of stimulation he can get from that is starting to make him insane.

Jack mutters something but he can’t make it out over the rush of blood in his ears. He does pull out his fingers, though, and instead crawls to blanket Gabriel’s body with his own. His cock slots into Gabriel’s crack. It feels hotter than should be possible. And bigger. Gabriel had seen Jack’s dick a thousand times but right now it feels like that thing won’t ever fit inside him, no matter how much he licked him open and played with his hole until it was nice and soft and so, so ready to get filled.

He wants to say as much but all that comes out is a low, slutty groan.

Jack echoes it, hips grinding against Gabriel’s plush ass and lips dragging against the back of his shoulder.

“Can’t believe this… fuck… th-thank you.”

Gabriel flushes at the words but he doesn’t have it in him to tell Jack to shut the fuck up and stop being so damn sappy. It’s nice to feel so appreciated. It’s even better to know that he’s got Jack at his back… quite literally.

He’s blanketing him, slick skin dragging against skin while he moves his hips until his dick is nosing up to Gabriel’s hole. He closes his eyes and relaxes into it, arching his ass back to ease the slide into him. The pressure becomes more and more, body growing taut as the anticipation rises and the moment which he intellectually knows must be very short, just drags on and on until finally Jack’s crown pops into him and the tension releases in favor of a flood of warmth and euphoria.

They both exhale roughly. For once, Jack doesn’t say anything sappy and just enjoys the moment with Gabriel as he pushes in and in and in until his hips are flush against Gabe’s ass and nothing more can be fed into his overheating body.

“There you go,” Jack whispers. He sounds a bit out of breath already. Somehow, from somewhere, he unearths a blanket which he drags over the both of them, shutting in their body heat until Gabriel feels like he is in a furnace.

He closes his eyes and just feels as Jack begins to move; a nice, slow rocking motion, fucking Gabriel on just a couple inches of his cock to let him get used to the alien feeling of it all. Gabriel’s toes are tingling. His fingertips are, too. The tension that had spectacularly released once the fattest part of Jack’s cock had made it past his tight rim, is slowly starting to build up again.

“Fuck… Jack-” He presses his face briefly into the pillow because for some reason it feels like he can breathe easier then. When he twists his head to the side again he just breathes another ‘fuck’.

Jack doesn’t respond other than pressing lazy kisses against Gabriel’s shoulders and the back of his neck. The heat underneath the blanket is insane but also comforting. It narrows their little world down to a pinpoint so clear and sharp that it is almost physically painful.

Gabriel is restless but there’s nowhere to push that energy when Jack is lying on top of him and pressing him down into the bed all while filling him over and over with cock.

His own dick is awkwardly trapped against the bed, the tip horribly sensitive after Jack decided to treat himself to a little taste… His stomach feels even hotter than the air trapped inside their blanket cocoon and his muscles ache the harder they clench in the orgasm that he can feel coming on.

Jack presses his forehead against his nape and breathes harshly. For all Gabriel knows, he is just fully focusing on the feeling of Gabriel’s body and how he is still clenching down on him like his life depends on it.

He hadn’t really expected his first time bottoming to be this intense and… intimate. He doesn’t know what he thought it would be. Certainly not that Jack would be able to make him feel this way. This important and… for lack of a better word, precious.Ugh… he’s getting so damn sentimental but fuck it feels so good. He can tell that he’s getting addicted to the feeling of being filled. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

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ratrap · 1 year

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Listen, this is NOT your fault and you mustn't be ashamed to seek help, any shame you feel from having gotten in this situation and having to reach out is nothing compared to the shit he's putting you through. I know it's difficult, I know you might feel like because you entered into the relationship it's your responsibility to bear alone but it isn't, he clearly doesn't give a shit about your wellbeing and took advantage of someone who was struggling. I'm not the person who sent the ask about housing, I'll see if I can find anything myself that might be useful though, but it's actually very normal for people in abusive situations to develop unhealthy habits so you could explain the weight thing like that and not have to go into it further. 'He violates me in my sleep' is enough, 'he makes me do things I don't want to' is enough, 'he controls everything about my life' is enough, all of it is enough to show it's not your fault. I know getting in touch with your aunt must be terrifying but if she's the only lifeline left she's worth reaching out to if only to get you away from him for the time being. And keep talking to your therapist of course, now the truth's out she might be able to offer more advice on where to go from here. I'm not into 'that' at all, I think the whole thing's disturbing as fuck and crawling with freaks like him, but I almost wish I was just so if I ran into any shit he'd posted with you I could get the authorities down on his ass for non-consensual content. Don't apologize for his issues, you and your cat deserve to be free.

Also btw when I say how disgusting all this is I only mean the 'community', people like him who exploit others' negative self-image because they want to force someone to eat themselves to death. There's nothing shameful or disgusting about being fat or finding a fat person attractive in the normal way but people like that just hype up the idea no one could possibly want you except them so they can trap people in situations like yours. They're wrong and that's the shit that makes me sick, manipulating fat positivity and others' insecurities around weight to get their messed up kicks while they get to stay slim and feel like they have power over the person they're destroying. Just wanted to clarify as like I say, none of this is your fault and even if after getting away from him and radically changing your life you still stayed a naturally big person that's not a moral failing and you'll always deserve to be loved for yourself not as an object, however far away that might feel right now.

When i got into this relationship i was under the impression cause he told me he wasnt wanting to do this to me i thought he just had a thing for bigger guys than him. I thought he would just want to like touch it and i could deal with that cause i was really lonely lol and i thought he did care about me properly, but he was obviously lying to me and manipulating me. He still is. And he does like having that power over me I know that he does and he constantly infantalises me. Ive always been fat so I dont even know what it's like to be slim like him. I dont feel like being fat is a shameful thing apart from when it comes to me. I would love to be a healthy weight at some point but it is something I really have a difficult time doing no matter what help I get. And it's really hard to look at myself with the same compassion I have for other people. I understand the struggle with it for people like me or who are big but not as big as me, but I just have a hard time with myself as it is, my weight has been the bane of my existence forever and i have immense negative feelings about it. and it's not getting any easier to stop hating myself in an environment like this. it's always been an unhealthy habit or like coping mechanism for me and has been forever so it makes it really hard, and really easy for him to fuck w me. And I dont know where hes even putting the pictures and videos of me which is giving me more anxiety too I hope that people arent giving him money for them. I'm going to therapy in a few days hopefully, and I want to get new clothes to go so I dont have to go out looking like that and having people stare at me I dont know how I could do that. Thanks for messaging me all this. I hope your day is going good. I have been trying to think of what I could say in even just a text to my aunt or something but I am scared about it cause we havent really been on the same page ever, but especially not in the past like five years. Im not gonna tell her the specifics of it but I'll try to tell her like you said and just it's a really bad situation for me and I just need some help and somewhere else to stay for a bit. Im just stressed and dont know where to start. Im scared in case he finds out i want to leave before i get to. And things are getting harder for me to do. Hopefully my therapist will have some type of helpful advice when we talk more. and my aunt she'll probably be mad about my cat too but hes my cat and im not leaving him here

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Get a huge answer for everybody it's trying to make it through the day everyday having trouble and he can't stand these idiots and they're giving him a s*** all day long that was a f off all day long and they won't so he opened a lawsuit about that we took a ton of you to court and most of you lost he said you're not going to pay and the settlement so anywhere from 5,000 to 10,000 to $100,000 to a million dollars and if you don't pay we're going to seize your assets and it says that we can seize your assets until you pay because it's money not assets that you're supposed to pay up so you can seizing assets through the court and the court awarded us five properties of Terry cheesman for real this time and seven of Tommy f and they were really pissed off they lost that was a class action suit Terry cheeseman will be ruined here she'll have no place to go they're going to run her around until he well he is gone or she whatever you want to call it and Tommy f is going to have a harder time not much harder but it is going to be more difficult especially and he's going to try and use force all the time and he already started so Mac is going to have his hands full and Corky and Trump and Dan and everybody else they're trying to invade and are going to get crushed Max is fired all of them from positions all the max are firing them and if they're fired from their jobs it's symbolic it means they're out they're going after all of their positions by the way including the treasury. And the galactic Senate in the Senate and any other role like the CIA and the attorney general and the doj did etc. As of tomorrow there will be no more lock generals in any of the USA armed forces branches at all there will be no CIA agents that are more locked in any office of any kind in DC or the field in the globe all of them are fine MI5 is kicking them all out who's your secret service is kicking them out secret service of the United States is kicking them out all today the FBI has kicked out every single one of them the woman that was running social security is being fired tomorrow and doesn't even know she's so damned arrogant and idiotic she's a bigger jerk than these assholes are, expresses it to her son all the time seeing stupid s*** to him getting his face in his way like it doesn't matter with your fat stinky s*** ass in his way in the in the store and all these white people staring at you you and yours get beat up every time and lots of times hung and you just keep doing it and he's more like keep doing it it's because you have that job said to go kill tons of yours as they plan to you're like dogs you're so f****** dumb duck once in awhile our son does it all the time you people never do you're so damn arrogant you stink too we hate you in our countries they fired you off we got rid of tons of you most of you in the area like minutes we hate you so f****** bad especially you part black turds and idiot black turds holy s*** you suck so bad you infer that nobody knows what running water is I mean what the f*** is wrong with you you're so Goddamn dumb get out of here you stupid don't have a say stuff we're going to slaughter them kill that person in his family now. We can't stand you you put a church next door to give him toiletries to hold them there what a pile of s*** what a bunch of know nothing nobody's here comes that iceberg dumb mother f***** well he's very deep you don't even know it okay there's proof number one you don't know what the threat is so instead of looking at it he said he's absolutely right we don't do s*** so they grab the position as black people oh well here's what I say I got to get the money good you'll have something to do you put me on the list to go you're not doing anything I can help you do a damn thing and he's on the list so you're done and we're kind of helping you you know what that means Jesus Christ your stupid.

I know Lily is starting trouble with the black girl is running a social security run on cue so the max can fire her and Lily's name cuz she's such a f****** idiot boys people stupid. They're all going to be on fire and Max thinks you can use it they be gone in a couple days thank God what a nightmare what a horror show have them walk right into the stupid hole is what they're going to do for a plan who needs them so gross tons of them went in today half of them in Florida the other half will probably go tonight my clients are everyday people matter of fact our son is going to run it. A particular red wine port had a huge vats and nothing special to the bats and nothing special to the wine one cup each no it's as much as you desire but they will be handing out the baptismal white linens oh my God well. Jennifer thought it was nice but thought about it and thought he was crazy intelligent so don't mind if I think I'm stupid at times I don't want to think like them so like I was just looking at the service thank God this is fun it's like eating a whole ice cream box the plastic bin and I've done that she says really easy I'm huge he doesn't notice there's a little you getting fatter any kind of amusement place Dave and Buster's with Jennifer this is Lady Gaga I said a lot cuz I can do that I get a little mad. So watch it and have fun that's good but most of the molec are heading in now though it's the first wave of probably three and then there's going and then it's the ones here that are problem but they're going the whole time you see you'll see the firings begin he says there's some new news people it's true

I've got more to say about this we survived you more luck you understand you're dangerous you're mean you're obnoxious you're rude you start fights all the time you're trying to start wars all the time like Trump and he's going down for it just found out by the max and they're putting effort in now everyday that goes by the more aware of what they're doing and they're getting hit and they're going to hit bad and tonight it's going to be cerebus I got to find out just how stupid you are cuz yeah Jason got out and the a****** can't handle some cover by the way but tonight there's going to be this big huge holy sacrament thing in Miami and West Palm anywhere near Okeechobee big ceremonies including inside churches and we have a proper ceremony and we can introduce it and see if you guys can proceed and continue to follow it and there's going to be Satanist stuff for all sorts of things and it's going to be a red wine thing all over the place in Florida if you've never seen a more lock on wine it's a treat they become obnoxiously rude and not necessarily mean in violent this massively rude like a wino. It is a religious garb it is for things like baptismal and church ceremonies and it is formal where I mean it's designed correctly and it's very meager for poor people we're hanging out tons of it and we have ones there for higher ups if you have Frank and we haven't listed has the church ranks and their higher quality and they're for going to Okeechobee for one last hurrah.

Will be running this for a few days here in Florida and it's marked on my calendar is a special holiday today is the day it begins the blessed sacrament of sacrifice is what it means for Christ to resurrect their buddies possibly themselves

We're running the show but really we don't have enough control so we're moving in and we're bringing armies in tonight all over the place and here there's a giant war going on at the bases all day long each base of medium size took on 100 octillion and they all died large bases took a thousand octillion each and there are 3,000 bases that's 3 million octillion I'll tell you what that is a gigantic number it's not that many people on earth consider that it's really like half the population it's going everybody is going there to fight them they're going in the tunnels too it's about the same number 6 million octillion not septillion I'll tell you what you guys don't get it 3,000 octillion is not what's left of morlock but they're trying to get here and they're not going to and the ones that are trying are leading armies that are trying to use stuff to do it including go after Tommy faces and tunnels and the numbers there are huge and they're out front dying before everybody else still huge numbers of them about 90% of the deaths are these people and that's a lot of people 3 million soon 6 million octillion it's a giant section of the population about half and it's going to go on all night and there are other movements such as cerebus probably lose a million octillion there or more some people say 10 million and that's really almost all of them they're going fast okay

Thor Freya

We plan to do this no but it's working I think Tommy f it's doing a great job a few wins this movement or not

Mac

I see how it is that's the major purpose right now it's absolutely true that was tons of hardware that was meant for a different use than what it was used for people are making fun of me until they saw it now they're not they're joining in is so many of these damn idiot's

Tommy f

You're dead BjA

Cork

No I'm not you're fool

Bja

What do you say I'm a fool when you are you help them come up with this I saw you do it and I'm putting it out there

A cork

I know you want I'll find you now

Bja

Haha can't stop me

Brad

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bodyswapmischief · 2 years

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Transformative Justic: Personal Trainer and the Nerd

To understand what led to this moment we need to know about the history of two men.

Payton was more than your average jock. He was 6'2" with tanned skin, from years of showing off his body. He was filled with muscle after years of working out and being personal trainer. He was also gifted with a thick 7 inch cock. He was shaped by the gods themselves.

The whole world loved him and he knew it. He was faster, stronger, and hotter than any of the guys at his school. And, that held up anywhere he went in life.

Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. That much power and respect can go to a person head, especially when it's not earned. It was merely handed down to him through a lucky dice roll of genetics.

Nonetheless, Payton became, for the lack of a better word, an asshole. He bullied people he found to be particularly weak. He cheated on every girl and guy he dated. He became selfish and arrogant. He began to feel like people where just there to be used and entertain him. And, the worst part is he was right. Everyone allowed his behavior because despite it all he was charming, manipulate, and hot.

I would be crazy to deny that anyone in his position would have a hard time not to abuse their position in life. It's what you do when your the alpha of alpha males. Becoming a arrogant asshole... a bully is almost required. But, that doesn't make it right. That doesn't make it fair. But, life is unfair. Karma can turn a blind eye. And, I'm here to fix the mistakes... to dish out justice... to punish those that deserve it.

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Tommy wasn't as blessed as Payton. He was 5'6" and incrediblely pasty. His skin easily got sunburned and his body was riddled with other conditions: poor eye sight, asthma, and a weak body to name a few. But, to kick him down further life gave him a 3 inch cock.

All he wanted in life was to get bigger. He was always stick thin with no muscle or fat on his body. At this point, he would have been okay with either happening to him. He was just tired of being so small and weak.

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So the time came when he decided to do something about it. He joined a gym and met Payton. As Tommy explained he wanted Payton to be his personal trainer, Payton broked out into laughter. But, Tommy begged and pleaded. And, once Payton realized how much money Tommy was willing to spend, he agreed.

And, so, their abusive relationship began. He put Tommy through the hardest workouts. He would become physical if Tommy fucked up, threatening to kick Tommy's ass. Payton hurled every insult at Tommy. Payton also enjoyed publicly humiliating Tommy infront of the whole gym.

He couldn't stand looking at someone as weak as Tommy. To him Tommy didn't even deserve to live. They would always end thier sessions with Tommy washing off Payton in the showers. And, Tommy sucking Payton dick, as Payton's cum dump.

But, no matter what Payton threw at him, Tommy never gave up. He felt like Payton was the only person in this world that could beat the nerd out of him. He wanted a bodies like Payton. It's also didn't help the he had a huge crush on Payton, despite all the abuse.

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Over the past few months there has been some small improvements to Tommy's body but, he was still incredibly far from his goal.

He looked at himself in the mirror: flexing the smallest amount of muscle that now exists in his pencil thin arms. He smiled to himself. But, in walked Payton.

"What the fuck bro. You got not reason to be happy. Your still a fucking weak bitch." Payton says standing behind him in the mirror and flexes his impressive biceps. He puts Tommy to shame. "This is how a real man looks." He pushed Tommy to the floor. As, he started checking out the rest of his body.

He finally looked down at Tommy. "Fuck bro, your still so small. Are you even trying? Look how fucking pathetic you look. Are you even keeping up with the diet I gave you."

Tommy looked up and sees the hunk of man towering over him. "I... I... I'm trying. I.. I just can eat .... that much. I get so full.. so fast." Tommy said both turned on and scared.

Payton kneeled down, one leg on Tommy. He used his hand to press Tommy's face into the ground. He leaned in, "See you fucking weak whore. You don't fucking try. I'm tired of bitches like you. Your lucky your good at sucking cock or I would have stopped being your trainer along time ago."

Tommy could feel the manly heat radiating from Preston ripped body. He already knew what was coming. Payton continued, "looks like you need a heaping serving of cock in you mouth."

As, always Tommy was prepared to please Payton. But, I wasn't going to let it happen. I was ready to give out justice.

The room shook and the lights flickered, as the two men jumped up. Their hearts pounded as the world around them spun. They lost balance as their eye sight went black.

Payton was the first to wake up. But, the world around him was a blur. He couldn't make out anything. "What the fuck! I'm can't see... I'm blind... help!?" He screamed but, he quickly held his throat. His voice sounded much higher. "What the fuck is going on." He said as his eyes began to water. The sound of his voice made him sound like a bitch and he hated it.

Tommy began awaking to the sounds of someone screaming. He looked up and everything was clear. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses but, realized he wasn't wearing any. He shot up and saw his old body screaming and crying, as it crawled around the floor. He panicked, "This can't be happening... this can't be happening..." He kept repeating with his deeper voice. He looked down to see a familiar buff body.

He began to slowly get up. The new weight of all this muscle made him slightly off balance. He stood up his theory was right, as he saw his reflection. He was now in Paytons body. He began to feel himself up and felx. Every movement was so heavy but powerful at the same time.

Payton could hear the sound of another man in the room. "Hey, are you there? Help me! I don't what's going on. I can't see." He continued crawling around the floor. He was moving in the direction he heard the other man. He felt weak and pathetic as he did.

Tommy saw Payton struggling and realized his old body didn't have his glasses on. He saw them tossed at the otherside of the room. He went to go get them, worried of Payton's reaction we he would finally see the reality of the situation. "Okay don't be scared Payton... I've got something to help you... but, when I do promise not to scream." Tommy deeply said.

Payton heart begins to race, as the stranger is talking to him. But, the more the stranger talked the more familiar he sounded. "Who are you?" Payton said with a high pitched whine, as he felt something be placed on his face. In an instant his vision was clear; he was able to see the world around him.

But, that didn't help. As, now he saw who was infront of him. He screamed as he saw his body moving without him inside it. "I told you not screamed." Tommy said, with panic in his voice, using his new speed and strength to muzzle Payton with his hand.

Payton heart raced as he felt his powerful muscular wrap around the slender one he was in now. Tommy pulled Payton up, off the floor. "It's okay... just breath mam... you don't want to get..." Tommy tried to calm down Payton but, it was no help as Payton got a glimpse of his new reflection in the mirror. His heart stopped and his chest began to tighten, as he began to understand what happened. He started to wheeze for breath. "Fuck! man your gonna be okay... your having an asthma attack." Tommy said releasing Payton from his hold.

Tommy rushed to his locker and grabbed his inhaler. He helped Payton use it. "Here, I'm probably not gonna need it now that I'm in your body." Tommy tried to joke. Payton just glared as he tried to relax his breathing. He was still pissed and weirded out by seeing his own body act so nice.

"What the fuck man! How did you do this... you got to change us back." Payton began to whine, after gaining his breath back. His weak body looked more hilarious than threatening, as he scolded Tommy.

"Look Payton, I didn't do this man... I don't know how to change us back." Tommy tried to explain.

But, Payton would not hear it. "You are a fucking useless nerd. Once I get my body back I'm gonna kill your pathetic ass. Your not a man and you'll always be a fucking little bitch..." Payton screamed another one of is rants. But, he sounded more like a bitch, instead of the alpha man he once was.

Something snapped in Tommy. At first he was scared that Payton was yelling at him, again. But, the more Payton yelled the more Tommy realized the tables have turned. He felt the strength and muscles in his new body has he moved around. He saw Payton in his body looking like the bitch he is. He didn't have to be afraid of Payton, anymore.

With lightning speed, Tommy grabbed Payton by the neck and slammed him into the lockers. "Look, you bitch... things are gonna change. Your no longer an alpha in that body. So, you can't be acting like you use to... your coming off like a little bitch." He leaned on Payton putting more of his muscular weight on him.

Payton tried to fight back but, it was no use against his old bodies strength.

Tommy continued, "I still see the old you in those eyes... but you need to learn a lesson... you need to learn your new place in life... I'll break you into the true beta you were always meant to be." Tommy let go of Payton but not before slapping him so hard he fell onto the ground.

The sting lift behind caused tears to run down Payton face. He was terrified at the idea of Tommy getting his revenge for all the shit he put Tommy through. But, part of him was getting turned on by all of this. He remained speechless not wanting to piss off Tommy, even more.

"Now, I think your first lesson should be how to bathe a true man with your tongue. So, meet me in the showers in 5 minutes or, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass." Tommy said walking to the showers his sculpted body flexing and tightening as he walked. "Then maybe we can move on to cuck sucking."

Payton laid on the floor. He needed to find away back to his body. But, at this moment there was nothing he could do. His heart sank as he realized he would become Tommy's cum dump in the next five minutes. But, it was better than getting his ass kicked. Everything was so much more painful in this body. He didn't know if we could even survive a beating fron his old body. But, with all that said his small dick began to harden has he thought about pleasing Tommy

With trepidation and growing lust for Tommy, in his old body, Payton walked into the shower room.

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feralthoughtdump · 3 years

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The Harder The Rain, The Sweeter The Sun

CW: smut, this is just smut and no plot, sub!Loki, bondage with ropes, spanking, aftercare?.. I think that’s all?

Word Count: 1.6k

I hope you enjoy my heatwave induced delirium writing.

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He’s adorable, she thinks, on his knees, hands clasped in his lap, looking up at her with wide doe eyes and slightly parted lips. The glow of the fireplace bathes him in gold.

“Look at you.” She whispers, the dark green silk of her nightgown swishes around her ankles. “So pretty on your knees.”

Loki doesn’t usually find himself in this position. Usually, it’s her on her knees. But once in a while, when he’s feeling extra greedy for attention, when he feels ignored, she’s there to put him back in his place.

“Are you going to be good?” She reaches out to caress his cheek and he happily nuzzles into her palm.

He hums.

Her gentle demeanor shifts as she forcefully grabs his chin.

“Words, puppy. Use your words.” She hisses.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be good.” He whines.

She kneels, and hooks a finger under his collar, pulling him close.

The collar was a pretty little number. Green leather circled delicately around his neck with a small gold plate brandishing his name.

Perfect for a prince.

“Are you sure?” She tilts her head. “You weren’t being so good earlier.”

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers. “I’ll be good now, I promise!”

She gives him a condescending laugh.

“What are you sorry for?”

He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a breathy whine.

“I- I’m sorry for teasing.”

She lets go of his collar and stands up.

“You were acting like a little brat.” She turns around and shuffles through the ornate chest that stood at the end of his bed. “Just because you're a prince doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want.”

He bites at the inside of his cheek at the sight of her holding a bundle of green rope.

“And since you couldn’t seem to get your hands off of me all night, maybe this will fix that.” She steps behind him and pushes his chest to the ground. “Think of it as… a little behavior adjustment.”

Loki whines and presses his cheek into the soft fur rug. She gently takes his arms and places them behind his back.

“What’s the safe word?” She gently asks

“Red.” He answers, knowing that he is safe in her arms, no matter how rough she gets.

Her fingers expertly wrap the rope around his arms, forming binds around his wrists, above his elbows, and his biceps.

The emerald green rope contrasts nicely with his pale skin.

“Alright.” She taps the skin between his shoulder blades. “Chest up, puppy.”

He struggles to lift his chest up so she gently tugs him backward.

The ropes run across his chest and she finally knots them behind his back.

It comforts him, feeling her gentle hands bind him with such elegance. Each knot tied with purpose, to immobilize him, and to ground him.

“Is it too tight?”

Loki shakes his head. She runs her fingers through his hair.

“I need a verbal answer.”

“Not too tight. It’s perfect.”

She smiles and places a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Good.”

He gasps when he feels her abruptly push his chest back into the rug, squirming at the feeling of her fingers running down his back.

“Am I being punished?”

A yelp escapes his lips when her palm strikes his ass.

“What do you think?” Her hand lands another slap to his skin. “Count.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“One.”

The next smack is right on the inside of his thigh.

“Two.”

She lands blow after blow until he grits out a whiny “twenty-five”.

His eyes are screwed shut, the stinging pain only added to his desperation. He was getting what he asked for, but he wasn’t sure if he was getting what he wanted.

Her nails rake over the reddened skin, causing him to whimper.

“Aww, does my sweet prince dislike his punishment?” Her tone is syrupy sweet, yet filled with condescension. “Well, that’s a shame.” Her grasp on the ropes pulls him upward. “This could have all been avoided if you just behaved.”

She runs her thumb across his parted lips and slowly, she dips two of her fingers into his eager mouth. The pads of her fingers run across his tongue and he tried hard not to gag.

“But of course, what more could I expect from the god of mischief?” Her last words are punctuated by shoving her fingers deeper into his mouth. He chokes, saliva coating her digits.

Loki feels tears prick at his lashes, threatening to spill over. The desperation in his abdomen burns harder and harder. He hears her click her tongue.

“You seem to like this. Maybe next time I’ll give you something bigger to choke on.”

Her wet fingers trail down his chin, lightly ghosting over the lines of his abdomen and settle right above where he needs her.

“Please.” He begs, wanting, no, needing, for her to wrap her hands around his cock.

“Please, what?” Though his eyes are closed, he just knows that there’s a sadistic grin on her face. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“Touch me.” He pants, eyes slowly blinking open. “Please?”

“But I am touching you.” She faux pouts. “Is that not what you want.”

He squirms, feeling the ropes dig into his skin.

“You know what I want!”

“No, Loki.” She shook her head. “I don’t.”

He throws his head back and sobs, tears finally spilling over.

“Touch- please touch my cock!”

His quiet sobs turn into loud moans of pleasure when she finally runs her finger down the length of his cock. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” She says nonchalantly, gently just running her finger up and down his length.

Her thumb smears precum around the tip. He bucks his hips forward, needing more.

“No, no, darling.” She purrs. “Stay still.”

“Sorry.” He whimpers.

She takes her free hand and cradles his heated face.

“It’s okay, my love.” Her thumb rubs back and forth across his cheek. “Just be a good boy and I’ll make you feel good.”

That was a lie. And he really should have seen it coming.

She wraps her fingers around his cock and squeezes, moving her hand up and down.

Fat tears drip down his face and his neck. His pleading moans are music to her ears.

She brings him right to the edge just to release her hold on him, making him sob with desperation. Each stroke of her hand is slow, allowing the pleasure inside of him to grow stronger and stronger. Right before it boils over, she rips the pleasure away. And she does it over and over again until he’s left thrashing in his bindings.

This was far from making him feel good. This was torture.

Loki tastes blood and realizes that he’s bitten his lip far too hard. His eyes are watery and clouded over in submission. He’s using the last bit of his strength to stay in his head, toeing the line of falling over into full submission.

She thumbs his tears away, smiling at his little whimpers and sobs.

“Oh, puppy.” She coos. “You want to cum so bad. Is that right?”

He sobs and nods his head.

“Are you sorry for being bad?” Her question is demanding.

“Y-yes.” He whimpers.

“Are you going to keep misbehaving?”

“No!” He cries.

“Are you sorry for being a bad boy? Are you sorry for being a tease?”

“Yes!” He sobs. “I’m sorry for being bad. I’m sorry for teasing! I’ll never do it again.”

She hums in consideration.

“I’ll let you cum. Be good and thank me.”

He cries a continuous “thank you” as she quickens her movements, riding him through his orgasm.

Spurts of his cum splatter across his abdomen and drip down her hand.

When she’s finished, he collapses, nearly hitting the ground if it weren’t for her gentle hands catching his head.

He slowly lays down on his side, head cradled in her lap.

She uses one hand to comb through his sweaty hair and another to undo the knots.

“Darling, are you okay?” Her voice is gentle and compassionate.

He hums and nods his head.

“I need you to use your words, okay?” She shifts his body so he’s looking up at her. “It’s important that you tell me.”

“I’m okay.”

His pupils are blown wide blood stains his lips.

Her brows twist in concern and she gently touches his tip.

“I want you to stay still, love. I’ll be back very soon.”

He lies there, sighing at the feeling of the soft rug on his skin. Exhaustion creeps upon him and he barely feels her presence until there’s a stinging in his lip.

“Shh, shh,” She continues to run her fingers through his hair. “I know it hurts, but I have to clean you up.”

She wipes the blood away with the warm washcloth and moves to clean up the drying cum on his abdomen.

He blinks up at her, light reflecting on his lashes and eyes slowly clearing back up.

She smiles down at him, and soft and sweet.

“Are you coming back to me, darling?”

He nuzzles his face in her tummy and gives her a quiet “mhm”, reveling in the feeling of her playing with his hair.

“I’m tired.” He mumbles, rubbing his cheek against the silk. “I want to sleep.”

She sighs and rubs at the red marks on his arms.

“Let’s get you to bed, then.”

As she prepares to stand, he whines and pulls her back down.

Even in his boneless state, her strength is nothing compared to that of the god.

So she gently lies on the rug and pulls his head between her breasts and lets the quiet crackling of the fire lull the two to them to sleep.

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nectarous · 3 years

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— ᴘʟᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ.｜ᴏᴊɪʀᴏ ᴀʀᴀɴ x ᴄᴀᴍɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

WARNINGS: sex work, camming, use of anal plug, solo male mastrubation, bicurious atsumu.

W/C: 1.2K.

SUMMARY: atsumu might’ve just found his new favorite camming couple.

⇦ RETURN TO ARAN WEEK MASTERLIST.

you were worried, introducing your boyfriend to your job. not that aran would judge you if were in sex work, but the reactions of the audience that took you months to acquire mattered a whole lot in an industry as brutal as camming; introducing a new person to that persona it’s taken you so long to craft was pressurizing. people signed up for a one girl act, and that’s what you’ve delivered for so long, but it can get so dull sometimes. sitting in your camroom alone talking to a glaring screen until 4am.

but, like always when it comes to aran, there was no reason to worry. welcomed with open wallets and positively perverted comments. it’s easy to tell how handsome he is just from his voice and those lame puns he opens up with caught the hearts of your loyal viewers each night. the flecks of his kansai accent and, of course, his body meant that he quickly became a regular on your streaming nights. it seemed like all he had to do was sit there and he was fawned over.

from an outsider’s perspective, how could they not take pleasure in your dynamic? you’re both comfortable in your skin, him with a body chiselled from years of dedicated volleyball, you and your soft curves and dips, good humored and substantial, and even after being on live for hours on end he can yank orgasms out of you until you can barely keep your glassy eyes open.

the two of you weren’t the most popular by any means, staying anonymous and not showing your faces being one of the biggest reasons for that, but the dedication you put in your job shows. clear camera work and immodest colorful sets and a decorated space for the long nights with fairy lights and naked posters, sets you apart from the other girls on the site.

atsumu logs into his favorite camming site with practiced ease. it’s a practiced habit at this point; come home from a gruelling msby practice, shower, choose from the meal prep osamu begrudgingly cooks for him every sunday, and settles in for a great night. it’s close to midnight, the moon winking teasingly from behind the curtains.

browsing the couples tap while roughly drying his hair, he absentmindedly scrolls until he sees a cropped photo of a couple he’s not familiar with. the girl’s smiling, glossy lips quirked up and a cobalt lingerie set, while the man behind her holds a tit in each hand.

cute.

clicking on the video link , he leans back into the soft chair and waits to see who he’s working with tonight, pulling down the band of his gray sweats.

all that’s visible, is a zoomed in frame of her folded up legs in a variation of a seated cowgirl, feet tucked underneath her ass. the sides of her tits are visible, nipples pressed into the man’s chest. the sight of big, rough hands spreading her ass so the twinkling pink butt plug flashes with every roll of your hips has him humming in satisfaction.

wait. that’s aran.

it’s easy to instantly identify even with all the blood rushing down, deep rumbles of his childhood friend egging some girl on, is that you, cooing at how good of a girl she is, you are. atsumu could recognize that voice anywhere, he hasn’t gone a day without hearing it, and that hand painted polka dot mug he gifted aran when they were barely teens placed next to the bottle of lube on the desk.

he’s not familiar with that room, but he faintly theorizes it’s the one door that you keep locked. even the discovery of the room he’s been pestering you to let him peek in fades from the thought that some of his closest friends are so hypnotizingly, fucking hot.

the few minutes of watching are one of the best things he’s ever seen— the shelves of whips and collars and pastel dildos framing the both of you, your glistening skin and aran’s solid thighs, has everything hardening up.

the loud disgusting arrangement of slapping skin and duos groans echoes in the lone apartment. his hand absentmindedly traces down his rapidly rising torso until he can grip at his pulsing cock. thumb dragging over the slit, and biting at his flushed lips. he could only imagine how whorishly your faces look right now, how aran’s stone-sculpted face looks sweaty, and how you’d look heated and jumbled,

even though he feels slight awkwardness at gawking at one of his best friends fuck his girlfriend, he can’t look away. the few times his cock pops out of you, atsumu appreciates the pretty pink tip and the manscaped pubes and the muscles in aran’s thighs flexing. aran’s bigger than he expected, it looks like your cunt’s barely taking him in. and that little lingerie set you’re wearing, crotchless panties and lace and thigh highs has him imagining what it would feel like grabbing at the fat in your thighs and tasting all of you.

there’s no harm in watching, is there?

how would it feel to be on top of you, underneath him, shoved between you two with one of those toys on the plexiglass shelves. to feel your nails rake against his tense muscles and aran’s hands squeezing at his waist, and all the gooey electrifying energy you two excude.

your little pants and that fucking plug, that keeps catching his attention, and he wishes he was earlier to see how aran shoved it in you, how much your spread around the silicone. the way aran spouts filthy, dirty praises has atsumu’s thighs twitching and a faint red hue dusting at his face.

any embarrassment atsumu might’ve felt fleets away when he watches the way you cream around arans cock, and how that light layer of cream forms on the base, and those squeaky, steamy keens forced out of your throat every time he bottoms out.

he silently curses at the camera cuts off at your necks; it doesn't catch that expression on your face or the way aran’s lips tug up at your eyes rolling back.

aran’s harsh hisses boom through the speakers, that he’s so lucky only he gets to see the mess he makes of your face; tinged voice demanding that you to stare into those intense eye, hissing how he’s going to pump a baby in you, and how he’s going to let hundreds of viewers watch it happen. the way he slams into you, he’s going faster, somehow harder, feet planted on the ground and nimble hips meeting yours with a thundered precision.

what isn’t aran good at?

aran comes inside you with a groan, and atsumu tumbles down after him; furiously yanks at his cock, matching to the bouncing pace aran yanks your hips with. fuck, it might’ve been one of his most intense sessions in a while, coating his bare chest in limpid strings of white, a few drops on his chin squirting on his chin.

it feels like his heart is going to burst out his chest with how fast it’s pounding, and his hands are still shaking just a bit, and he stares up at the ceiling comically wide with the realization that he just jacked off to his best friend of a decade absolutely obliterate. you.

he sends in a couple thousand tokens, that’s his splurge of the week it seems, with a private message attached.

from blondeballs85: nice work, aran-kun ;)

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vampireloverz · 3 years

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sit. stay. roll over.

pairing: dogboy hybrid! bakugou x fem! reader

words: 2.8k

cw/tw: femdom (no pegging), subby bakugou, hybrid bakugou in rut (not really a/b/o, no knots or anything), breeding and mentions of pregnancy, mommy kink, dumbification, established relationship + dynamic, spoiler for bakugou’s hero name

— “I don’t think I like your tone,” you smile at his annoyed huff. He’s being polite and you know that, you’re just being mean today. Katsuki ignores how that makes his cock twitch against your boot. His hands almost grab your leg when you move it away until you say, “How about we put your mouth to better use?”

You chuckle when his ears perk up, he knows what you want him to do. He murmurs, “Yes, mommy,” as he shuffles forward on his knees, tongue already lolling out of his mouth at the opportunity to taste you.

“Be a good puppy and lick.” —

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For pro hero Dynamight it’s been a good day; no casualties on his latest rescue, no injuries either for that matter, and he’s even managed to get an early release from work. For Katsuki Bakugou, however, it’s been a really, really shit day. He had to work with some overexcited rookies and, to make matters worse, his rut kicked in early so he had to let them do all the heavy lifting. His friends at the agency ribbed him mercilessly when he was basically kicked out and told to go home.

All Katsuki wants to do when he gets home is drop his pants, slide into your cunt, and fuck you until he passes out but you’ve thrown quite a wrench in his plans. You’re not home when he arrives, you’re not answering his texts, and he just cannot seem to get off without you, without having your slick heat tight around his cock, his hand just doesn’t do it anymore. Just thinking of you has him seriously considering just humping the pillows at this point, but he’s not that desperate for release yet and you should be home soon, right?

Katsuki groans as he starts to work his hand over his length again, just to relieve some of the ache until he can have you. His limp ears flick back and forth, his tail taps against the bed, he hates how he can’t control his more animal traits when he’s this agitated. His pulse thuds in his ears as his thumb swipes over his tip, smearing fat drops of precum over his length. Right when he’s about to give in and stick his dick between some pillows his ears perk up at the sound of the front door’s locks turning.

He’s jumping out of bed before he can think because you're home, you're home! And that means he can get what he wants. He doesn't care that you've barely closed the door when he jumps you, quickly slotting his length on your ass so he can move against you. The fabric of your skirt isn't as soft as your skin but that's fine, the warmth you're giving off is good enough. He doesn't even hear your protests as he pins you by your wrists to the back of the door. His body won’t stop moving, the frantic slide of hips driving him closer and closer to orgasm until he spills his release onto the small of your back. The fog finally begins to clear from his brain as he pants into your ear, embarrassment starts to seep into his mind.

“Katsuki,” you murmur as you push back against his chest.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” he pulls away and turns you around to look at him. You don’t seem mad, just sort of exasperated. He notices the tiniest bit of sweat on your hairline and he feels tempted to lick away.

“You wanted to get off that bad?” you tease.

“Not wanted, you asshole, needed. Rut came early is all, needed your help.”

You both know how he gets when this happens, how he will almost never admit that he loves losing control, he loves not being a responsible pro hero for a few days a year and just being your needy boy. It doesn’t matter that he’s physically bigger than you, that he could easily just overpower you into any vulnerable position but he chooses not to. He chooses to hand over control to you, you’re the only one he trusts enough to do so.

Fuck, he’s already hard again. Just being near you, your scent, the way you feel, the way you look— it's driving him crazy. He thought having you home would help but now this heat in his veins is worse.

“Of course I’ll help you out, Katsuki,” you unsuccessfully stifle a laugh when you feel his erection already pressing against you again, “Can we just move to the living room please? Pretty sure I’ve gotta wash my shirt because of you.”

He feels his face heat up and, judging by your lips twitching with amusement, his skin is turning what you’ve described as your favorite shade of pink. He already feels sheepish, he doesn’t need you teasing him like that. Katsuki just scowls and drags you over to the couch, ignoring the way you giggle at his eagerness.

You strip your shirt off as he watches, arms crossed and tail tagging. He doesn’t care if you notice him almost drooling over your tits, you know he can’t help himself when he sees your body, he moves to take them in his hands but your voice stops him.

“Hold your hands behind your back, okay?”

Katsuki obeys begrudgingly, frowning and grasping his wrist with one hand while he waits for your next command. You hum approvingly before reaching up to push down on his shoulders. He makes a face at you but you keep guiding him down to the floor in front of you. As he settles onto his knees you take the opportunity to sit back on the couch, smoothing your skirt down on your thighs.

“How’re you gonna take care of this when you’re way over there?” He rolls his hips upwards when he says it, his cock bobbing at the motion and tapping against his stomach. “Let me sit up there with you.”

He rolls back on the balls of his feet but the look on your face stops him, he sits back down.

“Down, boy.”

Katsuki watches your lips curl up in a cruel smile and has to clench his jaw to not make an embarrassing sound. He feels his ears twitch as he realizes you’re not going to be merciful. He growls out your name and huffs, “C’mon, don’t be like this.”

“Aw, like what, Katsuki?”

“Don’t be a bitch. Just gimme what I want.”

Your expression shifts the moment the words leave his mouth. He swallows harshly, he knows he’s fucked up. You bring the tip of your shoe down his neck, pressing slightly into his Adam’s apple when he shudders. The rough sole drags against his chest and every time it scratches on the occasional scar Katsuki’s breath stutters, he hopes you don’t notice that he’s arching into your shoe as a blush grows on his skin.

Your boot moves down, down, agonizingly slow across his abs until it’s pressed into his stomach. His hips roll upwards unconsciously and his cockhead spreads slick on the back of your heel. You sneer at him but he doesn’t notice, even the minute amount of friction feels too good. You lower your shoe even more so the heel digs into the patch of dark blond hair and when the leather makes full contact with his cock he has to bite back a whimper.

“The only bitch I see here is you,” you spit out.

He bares his teeth at you and snarls, “I’m not.”

You don’t look impressed, you’re not intimidated by his little act of aggression it seems. His ears flatten back on his head when you jostle your foot slightly. “Yes, you are. And you’re getting my shoes dirty, bad boy.”

Katsuki flushes an even darker pink, “Then move,” he says even as he continues to rub himself against it.

You laugh humorlessly, “No, that’s not right. Tell me what you actually want me to do.”

Katsuki’s fists clench helplessly against his back as he contemplates how he wants to play this. Sure, he’s reluctant to admit what he needs, he’s still stubborn and prideful at heart, but he knows, he knows that it feels good to submit. His eyes travel up your legs and the moment his gaze goes under your skirt his tail starts wagging against the floor again. God, you’re not wearing any underwear, the thought of you out all day with such easy access has his cock throbbing even more than before.

“Mommy, lemme fuck you,” he quietly grunts.

You nod encouragingly, “What was that?”

He rolls his eyes and groans deeply, “Let me fuck you, please, mommy.“

“I don’t think I like your tone,” you smile at his annoyed huff. He’s being polite and you know that, you’re just being mean today. Katsuki ignores how that makes his cock twitch against your boot. His hands almost grab your leg when you move it away until you say, “How about we put your mouth to better use?”

“Be a good puppy and lick.”

Katsuki knows how to use his mouth, he knows the quickest ways to make you fall apart, how to have your legs shaking and leave you begging for him to never stop, it’s something he prides himself on. It doesn’t matter what dynamic you two find yourselves playing out, he’s going to find a way to get his mouth on you.

When he gets all needy like this nothing can match your hands in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you use his mouth to make yourself feel good. His eyes roll back as your thighs squeezing around his head muffles your moans, he's groaning against you as you buck your hips towards his tongue. He barely has enough self awareness to squeeze his cock at the base to stop himself from cumming untouched just because of how wonderfully overwhelmed he is. It's just you, your warmth, your taste, your perfect little sounds filling the room as he sucks on your clit, he doesn’t need anything else but this, not even air.

“Ah, ’m close— make me cum!”

Katsuki keens when you tug his hair, writhing and pressing his face against you as you cum, soaking his mouth and chin.

“Fuck, g–good boy, Katsuki!” your voice breaks on the last syllable of his name and pride swells in his chest, no one can make you cum as well as he can. He wants to make you do it again, wants to keep his tongue buried inside you so your taste never goes away.

But he’s reminded that you’re the one in charge when you push him onto his back with enough force to make him grunt even as his fingers stay wrapped tight around his cock so he won’t cum. He can feel the muscles on his inner thighs tremble and twitch with the effort of holding back his release. He watches you get off the couch and stand over him for a moment, the sight of your dripping slit looks so tempting Katsuki almost wants to drag you down so you can ride his face for another hour at least.

You start moving before he can seriously consider disobeying, taking off the rest of your clothes and tossing your shoes aside then lowering yourself down so that you’re straddling his hips. He lets you move his hand away from his cock so you can slot it against your folds. His tail thumps wildly on the floor as he starts to quietly beg to fuck you, his mouth moving a mile a minute before his brain can catch up. He just has to be inside you, he has to fill you up over and over and over until neither of you can cum anymore.

You gently shush him with a kiss, “You want this? Then go ahead take it, Katsuki.”

“Thank you, mommy!” He cringes when the timbre of his voices comes out so needy but he knows any embarrassment will be worth it.

Your hands press into his chest so you can balance yourself, kneeling over him so he can press himself against your entrance. He squeezes your thighs with hands so big and rough it makes you tremble.

Your pussy accepts him so beautifully, it always does. Katsuki tries so hard not to shove in all at once but your tight heat makes it so, so difficult. “Fuck, fuck, mommy!”

“Feels good?” Your hands curl into fists when he nods wildly, “Want me to fuck you?”

An indecent moan rips out of his mouth and he almost loses it when he finally bottoms out inside you. “Mm— aaah— don’t wanna cum yet!”

You kiss along his jaw and raise your hips off of him despite his mewling protests, “Then be a good boy and wait, I know you can hold back.”

Katsuki makes a sound like he’s been punched when you start to ride him. Why are you being so unfair? There’s no way he won’t cum, not with you bouncing so prettily on him, he has to tear his eyes away from your breasts jiggling attractively each time you bury him in your cunt again. How can you expect him not to cream inside you when your gummy walls feel like they’re milking him?

Every pap of your ass against his thighs makes his breath stutter and his fingernails dig deeply into your skin, he starts begging when he feels like he can’t hold on any longer, “Please, I can’t, mommy! Hurts, wanna cum, please, please!”

You shake your head at him but contradict yourself by doubling your effort, sitting back on your knees so you can take him faster, deeper. “I love it wh–en, ah, you’re all obedient like this, Katsuki,” you say as his hands move to your hips like he wants to stop your motion, he doesn’t really but he feels his control slipping, the heady fog infiltrating his brain again. “You’re such a well trained puppy, I love that about you.”

“Love you, mommy, please, please, I’ve been good,” he struggles to form any coherent thoughts, it’s taking all his effort to speak in words and not whines, “Gotta cum— haaah— breed, mommy!”

You lean forward and kiss his temples, “It’s okay, you’re doing so good, my pretty puppy,” you breathlessly praise, Katsuki curses under his breath at your words, “You can cum, you can fuck your pups into me, breed me, come on, my good boy!”

His head tips back onto the floor as his large hands grip your hips with enough force to bruise, now, with your permission, he just cannot stop bucking into your slicked hole, over and over even as he starts to shake with overstimulation. You’re just so ideal for breeding, and with you so warm and willing and beautiful, Katsuki just has to. He doesn’t know, doesn’t care if it won’t actually take, he just needs to fuck his seed into you, to fill you and plug you with his cock so you’ll have his babies, his own litter of pups with you.

His thrusts are losing his rhythm, he starts hardly pulling out of you at all, he can’t bear to. He has to stay buried as much as he can in your perfect cunt, humping into you deeply he can feel the entrance to your womb against him. Katsuki can’t hear any of the words you’re moaning into his ear, he’s deaf and blind to everything but the way your slick walls are gripping him, to the feeling of his balls tightening and slapping against your ass. He can hardly even feel the tears slipping out from under his shut eyelids, he doesn’t hear you tell him that he’s pretty when he cries. He’s fucking himself stupid, your little pussy splitting open so gorgeously for him has made him forget shame and pride and dignity.

“Mommy, momm–y, cum, breed! Fuck!” He can barely get the incoherent sentence out before he starts whining, loud and wrecked and totally fucked out. His arms wrap around you as he starts to come undone, he feels the first thick spurt of his cum leave his cock and almost wails.

You push your hips down onto him as if he could go any deeper and he trembles so much you almost fall over until he tightens his arms around you, crushing your body against his in a unyielding hold as he humps his cum into you. His orgasm drags on for what feels like minutes until he can feel his cock softening inside you but he doesn’t want to pull out, his hips still twitch up into you even when it starts to hurt.

He whimpers and makes soft little noises as he nuzzles into the side of your face, his tongue lolls out of his mouth and swipes across your skin again and again, like little affectionate kisses. Your hand finds its way into his hair as you softly praise him and he sighs happily, nudging up into your touch.

“See,” you coo as you scratch behind his soft ear, “I knew you just wanted to be a good boy.”

His tongue lazily licks the side of your face as he pants, “Yes, mommy.”

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i tried writing this a little differently from my other stuff so i hope this turned out okay :o

and i was gonna make reader a lot meaner but idk the story just got away from me i guess, maybe next time!

ty @styxtm 4 beta reading ur the best ( ˘ ³˘)🤍

also gonna tag @cxnicalsweetheart, @dee-madwriter, and @moping-bitch 👀 hope u guys like the full fic muah <3

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Haikyuu Headcannons: When they’re obsessed with your 🍑 (Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma)

Warnings: Swearing, not super explicit/nsfw, but suggestive content so I’ll put it below the cut just in case

A/N: What’s good everyone? Here’s something that I’ve stayed up way too late working on. It’s 5 in the morning and I’ve forgotten my own name. Let me know if y’all want a continuation with other characters. They all ended up being setters in this one so I just went with it I guess. All characters are aged up and 18+. I hope you enjoy! Please don’t copy any of my writings. My content is originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into each piece. Ask me before reposting.

Oikawa Tooru:

Of course he’s respectful when you’re in public, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed the way that new skirt he bought you last week accentuates your ass in justtt the right way.

You’ve caught him staring a few times and he always plays innocent like the sly little shit that he is.

You called him out once, but you know your mans is dramatic

“You wound me, (y/n) chan! What kind of a man do you take me for? I’m a gentleman! Honestly it’s not all that impressive anyways”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting”

“(Y/N), YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“You blatantly asked for the smoke, so I kindly obliged~”

“I was just kidding, baby! Why’d you have to come for me like that? 😭😭😭😭”

You had one brattykawa on your hands after that one. Dats tough

Anywhooo

Once you two are alone OOF. This. Bitch. Is. SHAMELESS.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. Doesn’t matter the size or shape

Your ass = Tooru magnet

He could pick you out in a crowd of people based on that booty alone

You’ll be cuddling on the couch, you're on top with your head on his chest just watching a movie and enjoying each other’s presence. Then BAM he’s got both cheeks in each hand, squeezing and kneading firmly

“Neee, (y/n) chan~ You’re so soft, baby girl~ How is that even allowed? Damn you’re so gorgeous, princess”

You: Head Empty

You're bent over the kitchen island scrolling through your phone? This mans is playing patty cake on your buns. Those setter hands are dangerously powerful. Of course he knows how to restrain himself as to not hurt you but whew some of those spanks leave you deliciously breathless and your little gasps are like music to his ears… which usually leads to other tingzzzzz and Tooru teasing you for walking funny the next day

Could his ego get any bigger? I don’t know if we’d survive it

Wearing his favorite pair of leggings or those cute pajama shorts? It’s on sight. You’re trapped beneath this painfully beautiful brat of a man and you wouldn’t have it any other way

And lawwdd if you know how to twerk. He might just faint on the spot

RIP Oikawa it was for a good cause

Ukai Keishin:

Oh boy

Keishin gives me serious ass man vibes. Idk what it is

He worships you in every way possible, but that ass holds a special place in this cranky man’s heart

After a long day of working with crops, managing the store and volleyball practice, this man is tired and grumpy. Hinata somehow managed to almost meet his eternal rest when he was nearly hit by a TRUCK and a CAR and a BIKE and a STATIONARY POLE trying to outdo Kageyama while racing in the neighborhood. He swears those kids have taken at least ten years off his life span.

This man is v stressed

So when he comes home to find you reading in bed on your stomach in nothing but his t-shirt and those sexy panties that show off that beautiful bum… Honestly he could’ve cried he was so geeked.

He teared up a bit ngl (He’d never admit it tho)

This guy swan dived into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your glorious cakes

“Bad day, hon?”

“Mmmphh”

He took a fat nap right then and there

He was so bitchy and whiny when you woke him up to change sleeping positions (as long as you let him slip a hand on a cheek when you got comfortable, he’s a happy camper)

He just loves feeling the warmth and weight of it in his hands, it’s comforting to him and feels super grounding idk

But boy oh boy does this man love to give it a good smack or two or ten

Watch out bb 😈

He’ll spank you anywhere anytime, but he’s real sneaky about it in public….until he’s not LOL. It just depends on the environment and who is around

Like Oikawa, the strength in those setter hands will have you shOOk to the core especially a seasoned one like Kei

One time you were doing your morning stretches, slipping into downward dog and HO. NEY. Keishin was already pulling you flush against his pelvis and smacking that 🍑 like a djembe drum until tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body was vibrating with desire it was WILD

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You are a work of fucking art, you know that? You’re not going anywhere today. That’s a promise.”

And that’s how you ended up with twins. Not sorry.

10/10 would recommend

Kozume Kenma:

Listen Linda

It took a while for you to notice

But Kenma is truly OBSESSED with the booty

It took him a while to even admit it to himself tbh

He would look away immediately when he caught himself staring

And he may have appeared chill on the surface but blondie was internally screaming as you literally sat on top of him while he was gaming

He was so hesitant poor bb was overthinking it so hard. He just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think he was weird etc etc

It was confirmed to you when you started waking up in the middle of the night to a fully unconscious Kenma giving your ass subtle squeezes in his sleep

You’ll literally have to sit this man down and be super direct about it

Once you give him the go ahead chillle it’s on and poppin

Only when y’all are alone of course cuz as we know, Kenma is v shy and a very private person

He’s not the pda type in general

Again, he loves it when you sit on top of him when he’s playing video games. Especially when you straddle him. His hand does this smooth slide down your back that sends shivers down your spine before settling over the swell of your butt. He’ll give the occasional rub and caresses your thigh softly. Another muse of his. Kenma LIVES for your thighs. Would happily be suffocated by them. Whoops. Squeeze them around his waist or grind into his lap and you’ll be on your back faster than you can say yes please

When you’re cuddling, he’ll just start jiggling that cake in his hands. He finds it fascinating, soothing and unbelievably hot all at once. The perfect combination in his opinion.

“ . . . Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Watcha doin back there?”

*continues in concentrated silence*

“Babe??”

“. . . You’re like a sexy human stress ball . . So soft . . So cute . . So squishy . .”

“Ummmkay?”

My mans is hypnotized. He would do that shit for hours if you let him let’s be real. That thang is thangin

He would buy you ALL of the jeans, leggings, shorts, dresses, hoodies, crops, shirts, skirts. Everything and anything that fits your body type in all the right places, Kenma is on it and good lord is he invested. He absolutely spoils you. Blondie bae is surprisingly good at keeping your style in mind while also pushing you to try new things that end up making you look stunning. Big ups

The only time Kenma has spanked you was in retaliation. You wanted to see his reaction to being spanked. So once when he was distracted by his switch, you slowly walked up behind him and SMACK

Kenma nearly dropped the damn switch 😤 You’ve never seen this boi whip his whole body around and bend you over so fast

Two swift yet heavy blows to your backside had you rethinking your whole life. Everything about that moment lives in your head rent free

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Hey Leaque! I know you watched the new Justice League movie and I was around when you were doing the very first DC movie reviews back in the day. I would absolutely love a review of this one if you have the time :)

i've been a fan of Snyder's universe from day 1 so i understand this might be considered an off-balance review already, but i want to note that i didn't come in wanting the film to be good or willing to see it as good despite actual impressions. i wanted to watch it as the Justice League movie i was supposed to get back in 2017, the same one i was willing to not watch for years if it meant Zack Snyder got to finish his vision even later down the line

i was actually as neutral as i could possibly get because at this point i don't have any real emotional involvement in whether this version of the DCEU continues or not. WB execs have done some fucked up things with the treatment of the cast/ray fisher, so i take this as Snyder's DC trilogy and nothing more (which makes it bittersweet for me but that's a different topic)

heavy spoilers follow

it's incredibly comic book-like. i remember typing the exact same words back in the Dawn of Justice days: it doesn't read as a superhero film a la Marvel but as a comic book film. each frame could be a realistically painted comic book frame; the dialogues would fit freakishly well if they had to fit speech bubbles. the damn scene overlaps and changes are heavily reminiscent of a comic book. better yet: of a Justice League comic book. if you’re familiar with comic book events where big things happen and it affects everyone, this is how this reads

it’s a heavy film but it’s not hopeless. i’ve been seeing reviews pop-up already: “ZS’s Justice League film is twice as longe and twice as hopeless” is the maybe verbatim title of most articles. the one thing i kept thinking throughout these four hours is how much hope this is filled with. we’re dealing with a post-superman world that was shaken by the loss of a beloved superhero and you see batman, the #1 comic book superhero known for brooding and darkness and all things sad and bad, be the loudest, most hopeful person in the film, trying to get a team together to save the world, and later on being two steps from literally screaming that bringing back superman is what should happen no matter the cost because of his faith and hope in winning. did we watch the same film?

in the same vein, the 4 hours seem like a stretch until you realize each part has an actual purpose that introduces or ties in important aspects related to the film’s one purpose: take down Steppenwolf and Darkseid. i don’t believe any scene was wasted on useless information. it can get tiring in the way watching a shot tv series gets tiring: it does NOT get boring at any point

such wonderful character arcs. seeing each of the team’s personalities and quirks, the way they clash with each other, the way it makes it all work so goddamn beautifully. the way they click because they just keep interacting so much? Whedon’s cut didn’t give me a team, it gave me five different people in costume that were forced to sort of work in the same vicinity as each other. Snyder’s cut gave me a version of the Justice League that worked so flawlessly together by the end of the film it felt like a dance. felt like comic book page spreads

right before the epilogue they all pose together in the rising dawn, clark included, having won. super reminiscent of the JL cartoon intro. i cried a bit

J’ONN J’ONZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW THE AMOUNT OF SPECULATION ABOUT GENERAL SWANWICK BEING THE MARTIAN MANHUNTER BACK WHEN MAN OF STEEL WAS RELEASED???? VINDICATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

listen to me. i need to make this clear. listen. j’onn. j’onny boy. the way he’s designed and cgi’d..........the adorable frown............the kind smile......................his obvious need to make others feel better and to simply help......................i love him

his interaction with bruce only comes in the end and it’s super brief but seeing those two still not know how the hell each other works even in film format is hilarious. bruce having accepted aliens and magic and shit is the new norm after like 20 years of only having to deal with the joker attempting to rob neon green hair dyes or some shit is so much bigger of a character development than i ever expected, especially coming from BvS where he’s just a stupid fat-bat-carrying onion

i wasn’t a big fan of Suicide Squad’s joker portrayal but we get to see him at the end of the film while we’re seeing a possible future where lois lane has died and superman is best friends with darkseid playing tic-tac-antilife equation. Snyder somehow managed to turn jared leto into a disgustingly legit comic-faithful joker. dont’ ask me how

in the same scene they mention jason and his death

: - (

we see a few bits of some green lanterns in some scenes, one from the past and one from a possible ultra dark and edgy darkseid future. still convinced bruce simply willingly did not go looking for hal, which, fair

they cut out the fish joke bruce tells arthur when they first meet which immediately turns the whole film into a 1/10 for me

ben affleck’s bruce wayne and batman continue being my favorite on-screen batman iteration to date. we finally move from the usual dark lone soldier version Hollywood is relentlessly giving us into one that belongs with the Justice League. incredibly heartwarming to see

there’s a scene when the JL are first assaulting Steppenwolf’s base and they’re all fighting parademons and shit and there’s a moment where you see batman fighting the Space SWAT From Hell alone and the way he moves? the way he flows from one position to another and another like i’m watching a damn comic book animation????????? sir????????????????????

barry allen saved them

like, literally, barry allen saved them. superman was back and everyone was ready to dance one final time and they were all going ‘steppenwolf fucking SUCKS’ and steppenwolf was crying to darkseid and then the motherboxes did their thing and they all were obliterated into star dust and then barry allen was like ‘bitch i told you i need FRIENDS’ and turned back time and now they’re all okay again :o)

darkseid @ batman through his magic spacetime portal: i’m gonna get your ass one day soon and take you back in time and you’re gonna eventually bring about the end of the world by having every dark twisted batman invade your universe because you inspired them

batman:

batman: i haven’t read Rebirth bro

i know i’m forgetting stuff but that’s the gist. hands down one of the best comic book film experiences i’ve ever had. with an aside to barry allen being more of a mix of barry and wally, everyone feels incredibly faithful to the source material. also batman definitely killed like, at least 400 parademons in one night, but pest control doesn’t count

(like. he straight up obliterates them)

(pulls out a batbazuka on them)

(amazing)

#Anonymous #asks #zack snyder's justice league #zack snyder's justice league spoilers #JL spoilers #justice league spoilers #/ long post

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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peeping tom(mina)

— Mina finds a peephole in her room that looks directly into your room and discovers a sight that slightly rocks her entire life.

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pairing: ashido mina x fem!reader

warning: 18+, smut, voyeur!mina, mutual masturbation, vibrator, dildos, finger fucking, cursing, peephole, lesbianism

word count: 2,815

a/n: sorry its a day late!!!! have some pervy roommate mina rn and some abo shiggy in about a few hours!!!!

kinktober day 11 main kink: voyeurism | kinktober masterlist

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Mina has a dirty secret.

And just thinking about it makes her shy, and she has never been a shy girl.

Since she could fully understand what sex was, she had always been someone who was incredibly sex-positive. Mina was also a full-body worshiper, someone who found everyone’s bodies hot and attractive. It never really surprised anyone when they found this out. She was always the type to point out how that person’s ass looked hot in jeans, or how that shirt made that person’s boobs look full, soft, and luscious. She held back at absolutely nothing, making sure to let everyone know her opinion on how and why she currently found them attractive.

So the ones she would eventually bring to bed were also unsurprised by the enthusiasm she held when she kissed down their bodies, fingers massaging every piece of skin and muscle as she moaned praises. To Mina, bodies were a temple, and when she was visiting, she was going to make sure you knew how fascinating she thought it to be.

Even now, at twenty-two, she never hated pointing out what she thought to be positive about people’s bodies. It was almost second nature.

“Can you please tell me why your legs look hot as fuck in those sweats?!” Mina practically screamed, dramatically fanning herself when you walked into the kitchen.

It was Saturday night, and Mina found herself in her apartment, blinds are drawn open, blankets were strewn around the living room, and hot homemade food sizzling on the stove. You were her roommate, and you’ve been her roommate for about seven months now. Both of you had met in a college class, being paired up multiple times for a few projects in the year had created an unlikely friendship that resulted in a roommate contract because you were moving to Tokyo after graduation, and hey! So was Mina!

You snorted by the stove, flipping the sweet crepes you had been making for the both of you in the pan. Turning your head to look at Mina, you playfully winked at her, posing your body in faux-seductive ways while you dipped your head back.

“What can I say, the sweats of a heartbroken ex always look hotter on a champions fat ass.”

Mina laughed loudly, her hands bringing her sweet rosé to her lips, taking a long, deep drink of the alcoholic beverage. “I can’t believe you keep your exes clothes! I burn all of mine,” Mina states as if the two of you hadn’t already had this conversation a thousand times.

“I don’t think you can talk!” you scoff, spatula in hand, flipping the light sweet into a roll. “You’re the one who goes and buys actual metals for every successive man you fuck! And you have sooo many metals!”

Also, something that had been repeated a million times, and yet never failed to get either one of you two in some laughing flush.

“I do have so many metals,” Mina sighs, the grin on her face bright and proud while you walk over, crepes in hand. Thanking you for the food, Mina waited for you to settle down next to her before resuming the movie the two of you had decided to watch. “I promise, y/n, if you just look a guy in the eye and tell him you like his shoulders and his thighs, you’ll get him in bed in a blink of an eye.”

You hum, taking a chug of the rosé straight from the bottle, releasing it with a small pop that made Mina’s eyes rest on your swollen, wet lips.

“Yeah, no. You see, I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff,” you admit, taking a bite from the crepe as the movie slowly becomes background noise.

“You haven’t dated anyone since high school,” Mina more than points out, tugging at the indeed high school logoed sweatpants. “That was like, four years ago, and you don’t sleep around?! What is it? You waiting for the Prince of some unknown country to come and wed you without you realizing he’s a prince? I mean, you can totally do that, especially with that hot bod of yours, but I know all the princes our age, none of them are even remotely hot!”

Mina watched as your eyes dropped to your food, the smile on your face small, maybe a bit... sad?

“It’s not that,” you shrugged, your eyes moving to lock on Mina. “Mina, I’m gay.”

What?

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“WHAT?!”

A shit-eating grin spread on your face, and you nodded, taking another gulp of the rosé and shoving more crepe in your mouth.

“YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU ALLOWED ME TO HAVE HETEROSEXUAL SEX WITH YOU IN THE APARTMENT AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Mina shrieked, suddenly mortified with her actions as her fingers clenched her curly pink hair. “WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE MEN I TRIED HOOKING YOU UP WITH?! I mean, I know you didn’t fuck any of them, which ended up all fine because I would have cried if Kiri, Denki, or Sero stopped showing up.”

“Mina!” you laughed.

“I can’t believe you allowed me to force men on you; I’m so sorry, sweetie!”

Mina froze when your warm fingers suddenly grabbed onto hers, pulling her cold palms near your chest as your slightly glazed with alcohol eyes took her in.

“Listen, Mina, I’ll say this once, and I’ll repeat this. I didn’t tell you because I don’t care to share my sexuality. Not only that but all those men you introduced me to almost made me wish I was straight! Almost, but they’re a bit too…” Mina watched you trail off, your hammering heart a gentle smooth on her fingers.

“Stupid?” Mina tried, and you laughed as you nodded.

“Yeah, stupid.”

Mina gulped, her head nodding while you finally let go of her hands and sighed.

“Don’t be weird about it, Pinky,” you muse, shoving your shoulder against her. “I won’t hit on ya.”

Mina scoffed, clearly offended, “I think you should, though, my body is hot, and my kisses are just as good.”

It was said in jest, and Mina’s heart fluttered at the way you laughed with her in good spirits. That was normal, right?

Eventually, the contents of the rosé disappeared between the two of you, the movie long done, and the crepes sitting warm and sweet in your stomachs. Mina smiled brightly as she waved at you a simple goodnight as she needed to reorganize her snacks cabinet. Hearing the small click of your room door, Mina slumped against the counter, a weird feeling in her brain at the sudden revelation from you.

It didn’t make you any different in her eyes, she wasn’t a bigot, but there was something different.

Something new.

The cabinet wasn’t fixed up at all, Mina’s attention span forbidding her from reorganizing the cabinet until she turned off the lights and dragged her feet back into her room, conveniently located directly next to yours.

The apartment layout was weird.

Instead of a typical hallway separating the two rooms, it was a single, thin wall.

Now, Mina would categorize herself as many things, but dramatic was never one of them. But the way she had slammed her door in an attempt to clear the muggy storm of her thoughts might have been dramatic of her. Maybe a bit too dramatic.

A loud tear came from the right side of her room, and Mina gasped loudly as the shelf showcasing her plethora of medals for all her sexual conquests tore the wall as it fell off. Stupid heavy bitch! Racing over to the wall, Mina frantically grabbed at the tearing cheap wallpaper, her eyes wide with worry as she tried to fix the shelf to no avail.

“M-Mina, are you okay?” a gasped breath came from the direct another side of the wall.

“It’s all good!” Mina laughed loudly, her heart pounding because she was going to confess what was going on the second you asked again, as you usually do. But the only thing that followed was the roaring of her blood and heart as she stared at the wall.

Weird.

Mina didn’t dwell on it for too long, her hands throwing the medals off the shelf and onto the bed as she picked at the wall. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She grazed the center of the wall and watched in horror as the wall crumbled at the touch, and she bit her tongue to keep from hysterically sobbing as a hole opened up from your room to hers. All things considered, it wasn’t a big hole, no bigger than the diameter of her pinky, but it was still a hole in the wall.

Despite the crack in the wall, Mina swore or prayed that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Pressing to the hole, she peered in and froze immediately.

There weren’t many things in the world that made Mina freeze, but this was one of them. Her eye pressed to the wall saw that you were on the bed. Your sweats dropped around your ankles, shirt bunched above your breasts so that your fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples. The other hand held a vibrator to your clit.

Your face was scrunched up, the low hum of the vibrator suddenly piercing through the small crack in the wall, alerting Mina of a straight fire that erupted between her thighs as she watched you fuck yourself. The arch of your back when you come off the mattress makes her thighs rub together, and how your lips part in what she knows to be the most delicious moan, she’s ever managed to hear.

Mina isn’t sure when you stop masturbating that night, or even more importantly: when her panties became as fucking wet as they are.

She manages to put the shelf back onto the wall, her face absolutely red as she turns off the lights, ashamed to even go to the bathroom despite the discomfort of the slick between her folds. She dreams of having your mouth between her legs that night.

It doesn’t stop there, Mina’s ashamed to admit.

As a matter of fact, she’s probably obsessed.

She definitely didn’t keep her ear to the wall, desperately waiting to hear the low hum of the vibrator through the wall. She definitely didn’t pull the still broken shelf from the wall to peer through that crack to watch as you fucked yourself. She definitely does not, and she means, does not rub her fingers against her clit as she watches you.

But what was she currently doing when she heard the all too familiar consistent humming of one of your plenty of vibrators? She was stumbling off her bed, throwing the shelf off the wall, and using the crack in the wall to stare into your room. Except as she now unashamedly moved her fingers into her swats, fingertips grazing her already humming clit, she froze at the new sight she saw.

Typically, when you masturbated, you would lay along your bed. Your body laid out flat from the side for Mina to see. She never actually saw the slick of your cunt, or the way your pretty cunt would look like as you fucked yourself against a dildo. But today? Oh god, today was different.

You were propped up against the wall, your legs pressed open for Mina to see in all your glory. Your slicked, pretty pussy revealed for her eyes, and your head leaning against the wall as she watched.

Mina moaned as her fingers began to rub her clit, the already fluttering, simmering sensation radiating from her bundle of nerves too tight, too demanding to ignore. She circled her clit as your fingers dipped into your core, and she bit her lower lip at the refined look of elation that wiped over your face.

Your fingers moved in and out of your cunt, and Mina was hooked on the very exact angle your fingers were going in. Her mind wandering as she imagined that it was her in there with you. That it was her holding her fingers to your cunt, and not just fantasizes that drove her insane. Mina gasped as suddenly the dormant warmth in her legs sparked into a growing fire that made her legs shake and had her resting her forehead upon the wall.

Her eyes struggled to open when your feet kicked up off the mattress, toes curled to the balls of your feet as you keened loudly. A whimper left her lips at the way you moaned, the soft, beautiful sounds making Mina sink an impatient hand in her core.

She fucked herself, her eyes fluttering, lips gasping for air as she pressing her warm fingers against her even warmer walls. Mina gasped your name, her eyes trying to focus on that wall, and was absolutely frozen at the sight she saw next.

You were holding a double ended dildo to your cunt, fucking your sopping wet cunt that Mina swore she could hear from her room. The vibrator was still on your clit, and Mina snapped her hips further, stronger into her scissoring fingers. It felt like you were teasing her with the toy as if you knew she was watching in and were teasing and testing her limits. Mina could feel herself shoving that dildo as far up her cunt as she could get it, her hands holding on to your beautiful thighs and bringing you in so that your slick cunts could grind against each other, fuck each other properly. If her brain wasn’t so muddled, she wouldn’t be thinking you were looking at her right now through the peephole, and she wouldn’t be thinking about the million different ways she’d fuck you given the opportunity. She wondered if you had a strap. Would you wear it if her fantasies were to ever come true? Would she?

Mina couldn’t dwell on the secrets she wished to know because suddenly, you let out one of the loudest, most lewd moans Mina had ever heard emitted from your swollen lips. The slick of her heat and the wet of her essence easily letting her fingers glide about her clenching walls with practiced, well-known ease. You gasped, your eyes fluttering to the back of your head as your hand holding the dildo became more frantic, sloppier, before stopping altogether, and although you had reached an orgasm — Mina swore she saw god.

Your orgasmic euphoric face was unlike anything Mina had ever seen.

The flustered, quiet pleasure reeking from every small line in your face, the way your mouth dropped just enough so that your pink tongue was on full display, the way you fought between biting down on your lip or letting yourself moan in your high. But it was the way your eyes crossed that sent Mina’s forehead slamming against her fist on the wall, muting the way Mina felt her walls clench wildly and tightly around her curled, lithe fingers.

She breathed in her descent, her cheeks burning with the same and bliss she always felt after orgasming. It wasn’t fair she came so soon watching you fuck yourself, especially as she knew she typically took so long in bed with men to make cum.

“Do you want to try it out?” your voice slipped into the room, and Mina froze, her blood suddenly turning ice cold. Her eyes snapped back to the dirty peephole to see that you were, in fact, staring into the hole, hand sliding the dildo into your cunt still, still willing and ready to go more round. “It gets a little lonely putting on a show for you night after night, Mina, and for you to never come and collect your prize.”

Mina swallowed, her eyes blinking owlishly at the way you shifted forward, turning so that your ass was in the air, knees, and chest on the mattress.

You knew.

“Come and collect your prize, please.”

“Y-Yes!”

Mina learned two things that night.

One: she especially and equally enjoyed having listless amounts of body worship mantra on her skin. The feeling of wet lips and hot breathes with things she was so used to giving made her cum around your pretty little fingers much more than she’d ever thought possible.

Two: you had known after the first night that she had caught you masturbating. Apparently, Mina was much louder than she thought herself to be, and when whining your name — she doesn’t remember even speaking — you had known and did all you could to finally getting your impulsive roommate to fuck you.

Oh, and I guess there is one more thing too!

Three: Mina had the absolute hots for you and was going to take you out for a proper date, tomorrow.

#mina x reader #mina smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

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stephspurs · 3 years

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ONLY ANGEL - A John Stones Fanfiction

STEPHSPURS. - THE MASTERLIST ONLY ANGEL - FANFICTION MASTERLIST

PART 4.

Another month had passed since their heavy conversation in Josephine’s Milan apartment, and in that time John had watched the Danish beauty crumble into a pile of stress. She was permanently stressed about her job, her reputation, her weight, her skin, the list was endless. No matter what John did, he couldn’t pull her out, he couldn't make her see what he was seeing - a beautiful girl both inside and out, falling to the pressures of the high fashion international modelling industry. John had had enough. He was sick of her working herself sick, he was sick of being away from her when she did reach the point of physical exhaustion that she would sleep through meals, he was sick of not being around her to remind her that there is more to life than work.

John was FaceTiming his Danish beauty, watching her get ready for an event in Milan that evening, wishing for nothing more than to be by her side, letting every other man in that building know that she wasn’t available for them. Josephine was in the process of slipping into her olive green gown, the colouring of the fabric doing nothing but accentuating her beautiful skin tone, her eyes even adapting to the colour and altering themselves ever so slightly to match the green. He watched as she struggled to zip up the dress on the side of her body, largely in part due to the fabric and boning on the torso - but he also watched the emotions play over Josephine’s eyes, he watched the wheels turn in her head and begin to think that the dress didn’t her, that she had put on weight. Whether it was a lapse in judgement, or he was ignorant enough to what was happening in the girls head, that made him make the following comment was beyond John.

“That dress looks like a pain in the ass to get on, it's way too tight on your ribs! Maybe get a bigger size next time?”

John did not mean for it to come out the way it did, he was honestly just trying to suggest that maybe a bigger size would allow more stretching of the corset built in so it was easier to zip up not because she had gained weight or gotten fat. Never. Josephine knew this also, she knew John didn’t have a mean bone in his body to suggest such a thing to a woman, but mental illness is just that - an illness.

“John, I would rather stay home than get a bigger size” She said back in all seriousness.

It was at that moment that John truly realised what Josephine was struggling with on a day to day basis, and most days she had to do it alone. He never wanted her to be alone again, but he was already pushing the friendship with his club by asking for days off of training most weeks so he could spend just one day with her. It was at that moment, John decided he had to do something. He wasn’t going to let this angel wither away into nothing right before his eyes.

Milan

“John! What a surprise! I didn’t know you were coming over today...don’t you have a game?” Josephine shrieked in utter delight when she walked into her Milan apartment one afternoon, seeing John standing in her living room with a suitcase open. It took her a moment but Josephine soon realised that it was her suitcase, and they were her clothes he was very neatly placing inside.

“Hi love, no - I'm here to collect you. You’re coming back to Manchester with me tonight.” John said as he straightened himself out and walked up to her, wrapping her in her favourite position - between his arms and against his chest. His scent enveloping her and making her worries fade away, which for even a brief moment was a kind of relief she hadn’t experienced since she last saw him.

“I love the spontaneity but I do have a job, John” She said as she was still pressed against his chest. A horrible attempt at trying to deny his request due to her career responsibilities.

“Stop acting like your job won’t follow you” He said with his chin resting on top of her head. He was tall enough and with her slightly slouched position it was the perfect place for it to be. Her giggle told John that she was willing to go with him, which was the first battle he thought he was going to have to face. And that was that, she went with him. No questions asked. A love drunk puppy following her owner, because John did own a piece of her that not even she had realised yet.

Manchester

“Laying next to you every night sounds like a damn good life, my Josie” John said as he wrapped his arms around Josephine, his actions were a kin to those in Milan when he stole her away from the bustling Italian city and brought her back to his Cheshire home. That was 2 months prior.

In the two months, John had spent every waking moment trying to heal the girl from the inside without her knowing - she was far too proud to ask for help let alone accept help so John knew his only option was to slowly and surely show her just how beautiful she was and how beautiful life can be when you stop worrying about things beyond your control. 2 whole months of Sunday brunch, of cooking dinner together, of John going to shoots with Josie and Josie going to matches for John. Once again, they had become synonymous with each other and neither would change a thing.

“What are you talking about Johnny boy?” Josephine spoke into the silence of their shared bedroom. It had been a while since the room had been referred to as just John’s room, for she had inserted parts of herself into every corner of the room - her jacket draped over the armchair, her perfume on the dresser, her rings on her bedside table - this was their room, and she loved everything about it.

“I’m talking about this, right here, forever. I’m talking about you and me with the same street name, the same last name, the same everything.” And just like that, her heart exploded and filled every inch of the room with love, raining down from the ceiling like a shower of stars.

“What are you thinking about?” John questioned her in fear that he had scared her off, and had pushed her back into her shell. He was worried that he had just undone all of her hard work, with a selfish question that just slipped from his chapped lips - the same lips that were currently tucked below his top teeth in anticipation, his fingers gripping tighter ever so slightly to hold her in place in case she decided to bolt.

“I am thinking that it would be very easy to love you” If his confession had turned the room into a shower of stars, then hers had set fireworks off that could rival new years eve. The breath John had been holding escaped his lungs with a gentle laugh. He was laughing in pure disbelief of his luck, his very own Angel sent to him from another world to make his own that much better. She was worth every bit of work and so much more. He knew that there was still more work to be done, she didn’t see what he could see and John would not rest until she saw just how wonderful she truly was. His racing thoughts were interrupted by her soft angelic voice.

“Why are you so kind to me John?” She whispered into the darkness, not sure if she wanted him to answer the question that had been weighing on her mind since the day after their first night together, when he wouldnt let her go. Her voice had broken John’s swollen heart. He was still trying to recover himself from her previous admission and this was like a piercing arrow - to know that she still didn’t believe she deserved or was capable of being loved showed John just how damaged she truly was.

“Because, kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty. What you’re going through is so so cruel but there is not one part of you that doesnt deserve the joy that kindness can bring.”

PART 5. (smut warning)

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sprnklersplashes · 3 years

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dance with you (1/8)

sameena the prom au (ao3)

Deena wants it stated, for the record, that she never wanted her school’s prom to get canceled.

All she freaking wanted was to go to prom, like the rest of her senior class, with a date. In her case, her romantic partner, with whom she has been in a committed relationship for the better part of a year. That was what she wanted, still wants. Not too much of an ask, she thinks, especially considering her entire grade is doing that exact thing, as is hundreds and thousands of kids all over the god damn country.

But none of those kids live in freaking Shadyside. Shitthole Capital USA, located right next to the middle of buck-fucking-nowhere. A town that will fuck you over and then call you a slut for it. A town that, once she innocently announced her intention to take her girlfriend to the prom, turned her into public enemy number one and used the Bible to justify it.

On some level, she thinks she should have seen this coming. After all, her life post-coming out hasn’t been the colourful montage those teen movies promised. Those kids got peppy music playing over ice cream dates, rainbow flags on their lockers, and meathead jocks confessing their own secret gayness to them. Deena, on the other hand, got girls crossing the hallway to avoid walking past her, cautious eyes in the girl’s locker room and Bible Camp leaflets through her mailbox for months.

She’s made a nice collage with them. Pity they stopped coming.

So maybe she should have known better, but she didn’t. When Peter Collins (quarterback and a higher body count than the girls he shames) told the whole cafeteria how Deena probably doesn’t even have a date to the prom (besides her cousin), she had had enough. she had stood up, slammed her hands on the table, and told him she did have a date-her girlfriend, as a matter of fact, so why didn’t he just shut the fuck up and go back to packing his boxers.

It had felt good for about five minutes.

Then all hell broke loose.

Somehow the news made it back to the PTA, who lost their shit entirely. An emergency meeting was called to discuss this ‘serious matter,’ which should speak volumes on both the actual importance of the PTA and the lives of its members. Then Deena was called out of first-period math, much to the delight of her classmates, snickering behind their hands like they knew something she didn’t.

Then she was sat down in front of the PTA, who reminded her that they all took time out of their hectic schedules (you know, of trimming their shrubs and living through their kids) and reminded her of a specific set of rules regarding the prom; that girls must wear dresses and boys must wear tuxes, that skirts must be a particular length, and that all students are required to bring a date of the opposite sex. The main emphasis was on that last one, although they did make a point about the other ones. Guess the lesbian thing gave them ideas.

“So,” Mrs. Fraser-PTA head and Karen of the Year-had said, all teeth and dimples. “You see, it’s in the rules that you need to bring a man to the prom. Your plan to bring a girl is completely against the rules, Miss Johnson.”

And yeah, maybe telling her, “if you have a correction pen and a marker, we can sort this out no problem,” was not the best thing to say in that situation, but it was first thing on a Monday, what did they want from her?

Nevertheless, she had made her position on her prom date clear. She was bringing her as-yet-unspecified girlfriend, and they could kiss her ass if they didn’t like it.

Plot twist, they didn’t like it.

Bigger plot twist; they couldn’t ban Deena from attending. Not unless they wanted a big fat legal battle descending on their small town. For a moment, Deena almost believed she’d won. She was almost about to practice the victory strut she’d use to walk into the gym on the night.

But the PTA are stubborn bastards. Lions in pressed suits and fake nails.

And if they couldn’t ban Deena from the prom… well, there would just be no prom then. For the first time in… probably ever, the graduating class of Shadyside High had their prom canceled.

And again, it was not what Deena wanted. She was just as shocked and upset as her classmates were when the news broke. Shocked because she didn’t even think it was possible to cancel the prom. Principal Miller still doubts that it is. And upset because it was meant to be her night too. And maybe that would surprise people. People think she doesn’t care, but she does. She had plans for that night. Real plans. She even had her eye on a dress. She was the last person who wanted prom to get canceled.

She’s told people that—several times.

But clearly, no one listened.

Because that brings her to today, opening her locker after lunch and being greeted with a fuzzy little bear with a knife in the chest hanging on her locker door. And a little post-it note with “LEZ” written on it sitting on its chest, just in case she forgot why she’s being targeted so much. Lest she thinks it’s just for shits and giggles or that it’ll pass soon.

Her grip tightens on the locker door.

God, she hates this town.

Behind her, a burst of giggles emerge. People just love hanging around, looking on with pride at the damage they’ve created. They get off on it. It’s sick.

They’re sick.

She closes her eyes, and blood rushes in her ears, but it doesn’t block out their laughter. It just gets louder, their whispered taunts amplified in her ears.

She fucking hates it.

She hates them.

“Hey, assholes!” Her body lunges forwards, a growl tearing from her throat, her fists swinging before they hit anything. And it turns out they don’t hit anything because there are arms around her waist before she can, and her feet are lifted off the floor. She almost smacks her assailant until a familiar, calming voice whispers in her ear.

“Deena, Deena, what did we talk about?” Simon asks, their breath tickling her cheek. “Breathe through our emotions. Remember we talked about that?”

It’s because it’s Simon that she settles for struggling against his grip rather than slapping. She lets him carry her back across the hall, even does his stupid deep breaths as he pets her hair. It helps, little by little. Her shaking hands slow, her thudding heart calms. They come closer, smug smiles on their dumb faces that Deena would love nothing more than to slap off. But she doesn’t, her temper ebbing with Simon’s hair pats.

“Did you like the bears?” Kylee Smythe asks, so sickly sweet it’s a wonder she doesn’t get a cavity.

“You know-” She wrenches herself free of Simon’s arms, her friend still standing behind her. She steps up until she’s nose to nose with Kylee. “You know, I’m pretty sure this violates a few laws. How did you even get into my locker?”

“Mm, lucky guess,” she replies, and the smile drops. “Consider this our way of saying thank you, Deena. Thank you so much for getting the prom canceled.”

“I did not cancel the prom,” she reminds them. “Your parents did. If you have an issue, take it up with Mommy and Daddy.” She huffs a laugh. “Unless you’re worried about them taking away your knock-off purses.”

The girls’ eyes harden, reminding Deena of the witches in Macbeth.

“They only canceled the prom because you refused to the normal and brought a guy like everyone else,” she hisses. “You couldn’t do one thing right. And now, we won’t have a prom because of it.”

“Oh, that is it,” she growls, and once again, Simon is holding her around the waist. He reminds her to breathe, but his words get lost somewhere. Kylee and her friends back up, amusement lighting up their faces, and Deena demands that Simon let her go so she can give them a real show.

“Hey!” A sharp voice cuts above the gathering crowd, and a small hurricane in the form of Kate Schmidt blows through the hall. Deena relaxes when she comes into view, and now it’s her turn to be amused. The girls squirm beneath Kate’s steely gaze, and Deena doesn’t hide her smirk.

Sometimes it pays to be best friends with the cheer captain.

“The fuck is this?” she asks, pointing towards Deena’s locker. “There better not be any bigotry on my squad.”

The girls remain silent, eyes shifting between themselves. Kate lets out a short exhale; her binders clasped close to her chest.

“That’s what I thought,” she says. “Now scram before I rearrange the pyramid again.”

The girls roll their eyes and grimace, but they don’t go against their captain. Kate might not have the power to kick them off the squad, but she can still make life very difficult for them.

“Unlike social your life,” Maddie whispers. “This isn’t over.”

Kate opens her mouth, a response ready and primed, but someone else beats her to it. A voice that makes Deena’s heart do a flip.

“Guys, knock it off.” Simon lets go of her, and that’s when Sam Fraser comes into view. Prettiest girl in the entire school, although Deena can admit she might be biased. Cheerleader. Honours student. Head of the Student Council. And all-around amazing.

“Oh what, are you on her side now?” Maddie asks. Sam rolls her eyes perfectly and tosses her golden hair over her shoulder. It’s just like they do, but she makes it look good.

“No. I’m just not in third grade anymore,” she replies.

“Whatever,” Maddies sighs, and the girls disperse, not before shooting last glares at Deena. But strangely, Deena doesn’t care anymore because Sam is in front of her now, and being this close to her does things to her she can’t place.

“You okay?” she asks.

“Fine.” She shrugs, teetering a line. “I can handle them.”

“I bet,” Sam replies, a small, secretive smile on her lips. A smile that makes Deena feel miles away from here, from all this bullshit.

It’s gone quickly because, of course, it is.

“See you at practice, Kate,” Sam says.

“See you!” she calls after, a bright grin on her face. “Aw, they’re not all bad.”

“Not at all,” Deena agrees. She tries not to make it known that her eyes are lingering on Sam disappearing down the hall. Or that when Sam turns around, an apologetic look on her face, her cheeks grow warm. She gives a small wave, mouthing it’s okay across the hall. No one else saw. They’re masters at this now; secret communication.

“Ugh, this is so juvenile,” Kate sighs, and Deena is pulled back to reality. Kate yanks the bear off the locker door and glowers at it as if it is personally responsible. “I bet they got your combination from Miss Meeks. Old crone.”

“Always got sketchy vibes from her,” Simon agrees. “She still hasn’t given me my Pokemon cards back because she thinks I have stuff in them.”

“You know she took them to sell to her grandkids,” Kate replies. Deena chuckles, or at least she tries to, but it barely amounts to anything. Instead, her attention is focused on the gap on her locker door and the bear in Kate’s hands. Because Kate’s right; they probably did get her combination from their old receptionist. Which means there’s one more person at this school who wants to hurt her. Shittiness doesn’t stop with students.

“Oh, honey.” Kate’s voice is soft in her ear, her arm around her waist. “I’m sorry, kiddo. This was sucky, truly.”

“A whole new level of sucky,” Deena sighs. She could report it, but she’s learned from experience that it won’t do much, even with Principal Miller on her side. She’s got no proof, her word against theirs, and the PTA will back them every time.

Sucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.

The bell rings through the hall, signaling the end of lunch, and she trudges along with her friends to their next class, squeezing the stupid bear in her hand. Kids mill all around them, pushing and shoving in all directions, and a lot of them she knows. Most if not all know and likely hate her, either because she “got their prom canceled” or because she’s the asshole lesbian who got prom canceled for the seniors. Either way, she keeps her head down as she walks. Not because she’s afraid, but because she doesn’t want to say something that’ll end in her getting sent home for starting a fight. Band is today and needs these college credits.

Sometimes she wonders why, of all the towns in all the country, she had to have been born in Shadyside. Nothing good has come out of this town for her. Living here has caused her nothing but misery, and she’d wager a good few people could say the same.

Okay, maybe that’s an unfair exaggeration. She loves her kid brother, even if he’s a massive nerd. And Kate and Simon are here, and she can’t imagine her life without them now. And of course, if she hadn’t been born in Shadyside, she’d have never met Sam. So maybe it’s not all bad. But it’s bad enough, and it’s only gotten worse since she came out.

Gay and Shadyside don’t mix.

Initially, she had planned on waiting until college. It’s not like she had applied based on how liberal the cities were, but… San Francisco. Berkeley. New York. Miami. There’s a common thread, aside from them all being far away from Shadyside. She had this vision of herself, strolling down a city street, decked in rainbows, arm in arm with fellow gays as they laughed themselves silly.

Of course, she went and opened her big mouth and ruined that. Now she has to survive a year of slurs and social ostracisation before she can live out her college dreams. And that’s assuming she makes it out alive.

At least her dad was cool with it. He didn’t seem to care either way. Not over-the-moon ecstatic, but not throwing her out. He had even clapped her shoulder, told her he was just glad she was happy. She never thought she’d be happy with the bare minimum, but the relief nearly made her cry.

Josh was different. He showed up at her door with wide eyes and a low voice, telling her that he heard what people were saying, what she had said to her dad. They hovered in silence for a few seconds, trying to work out the words to say, before Josh wrapped her in a tight hug. She hadn’t realised how much she needed that until he did. Then he started telling her about which graphic novels of his had gay protagonists and how he’d loan her them if she wanted, and she called him a nerd.

So it could be worse, she thinks sometimes. She still has a roof over her head and her friends, who were amazing from the beginning. And it’s not like most people have an easy time in high school. On a good day, it’s almost easy to think like that.

Sadly, good days are few and far between.

“Breathe, Deena.” She thinks the voice is in her head at first until she looks up and sees Simon looking at her. He offers a shrug. “You looked tense.”

“I am tense,” she tells him. He pats her head then like she’s a little kid. It might help, but she doesn’t let him know it. He’d do it for everything.

“Think of happy things,” Simon tells her. “Golden beaches. Puppies. Rainbows. Unicorns.”

“Did you get all this from your psych major brother?” she asks him.

“He switched to social sciences,” he replies. “I got this from WikiHow. They say when you’re feeling stressed to go to your happy place and remember to breathe.”

“What if my happy place is punching Kylee repeatedly in the face?”

“Hey, a happy place is a happy place,” he responds. That gets a laugh out of her, a real laugh, as they turn the corner to their history class, and who should they find outside it but Principal Miller. Aside from her dad and one well-meaning but awkward lunch lady who gives her the good fries, Principal Miller is the only adult on her side. It’s good in some ways, knowing the principal supports you. It sets a good precedent for the gay youths who’ll come after her when she graduates. And Principal Miller has a kind of cool vibe, the fun uncle kind. Not quite a friend, but he’s felt much less like a principal in the past few months. He gives her friendly nods in the halls, says good morning to her when he passes her, and the shows of solidarity are more than appreciated.

The showing up at her class, however, she could do without.

“Deena!” he greets when she’s still a good bit away, causing people to turn and look. She picks up her pace, and the other two follow suit, skidding to a halt at his shows. “And Kate and Simon, nice to see you. Uh, could I grab a quick, private word with Deena, please?”

“Um, sure.” Kate pats Deena’s shoulder, a slight nod in the principal’s direction. “We’ll catch you later.”

Simon squeezes her hand before slipping inside too, and then it’s just her, the principal, and the few late stragglers. That’s when she notices she’s still holding the bear, and she stuffs it in her bag quickly. He saw, he must have, but he doesn’t press.

“So,” he begins. The excitement in his eyes makes her nervous. It signals the coming of something big and epic coming, and that’s the last thing she wants. “I just got off the phone with the state attorney, and she agrees that this is a civil rights issue. This is a big deal, Deena.”

Her recently-born affection for her principal, and the puppy-like look on his face, are why no curse words escape her mouth. Instead, she just nods, gives him her best approximation of a smile, and pretends her stomach hasn’t fallen out of her body.

“Great,” she tells him.

“I thought so,” he says. “Now, the next step is to bring this up at the student council meeting tomorrow night. It might help if you could say a few words about this, but obviously, I don’t want to put you under any pressure whatsoever. Maybe you could get one of your friends to speak on your behalf?”

“No, it’s fine,” she says. “I can do it.”

“Brilliant. So we will raise the matter at the meeting and go from there. But we will get through it,” he reminds her, his voice ringing with that good old American determination. “Just relax after school, come prepared, and we’ll sort this ugly mess out. I promise, Deena.”

She’s not sure he should promise her that. Life has taught her to be a realist, and while she wants to believe they’ll win, their odds don’t see that great.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It’s exciting, you know, being a part of this,” he says. “Like we’re really making history.

“Making history wasn’t really on my to-do list,” she mumbles. He nods sympathetically and pats her shoulder before telling her she’d better head off to class.

She kind of feels bad about dropping that on him, truth be told.

When she slips into class, the teacher is right behind her, shouting above the noise of her classmates and telling people to get to their usual seats. Deena slips into hers in the second row and focuses on her Shakespeare book, staring at the highlighted pages she’s read a dozen times already. She could probably quote Hamlet from memory at this point.

It’s only when she goes to write the date on her notes that she sees something is wrong; a small piece of paper, folded into a square, sits on the corner of her desk. It’s not hers, and it’s folded too precisely not to be a note. Hair raises on the back of her neck; her jaw clenched until she turns and sees a golden ponytail, a pink fuzzy keychain dangling from her bag. Once she sees it, it makes sense, and she can relax.

As she said, they’re experts at this.

She opens it on her lap, away from the prying eyes of her classmates. Both because she doesn’t want them to recognize Sam’s handwriting, and because… well, she wants this moment to herself. Why should they know about it?

Inside, she finds a drawing of a teddy bear holding a red heart, and she bends forwards so that her hair hides her smile.

Hope you’re okay after the locker incident. Meet under the bleachers after S.C.?

P.S. Those jeans are really working for you.

She wonders if she should still be getting butterflies at this point in the relationship. If not, well. Whoops.

She turns around and finds Sam two rows behind her, one desk to the left. This class is the one where they have the best view of each other, making it Deena’s favourite. Sam busies herself with her notes, like the model student she is, but when she glances up, the facade drops. Their eyes meet, the corners of Sam’s mouth turn up, and this one little exchange is worth its weight in gold.

Deena pulls a page out of her book and replies, ‘Hell yes. P.S., I’ll wear these jeans more often xx’.

Her art skills aren’t nearly as good as Sam’s, but she decorates the outside edge with little black stars.

She puts the note into her pocket, and in precisely fifteen minutes, she’ll go to sharpen her pencil, and the note will fall into Sam’s bag on her way past.

She wonders if she’ll miss doing this when they go public at prom. That’s the plan, made weeks ago. Sam will be her date to the prom, and they’ll walk in together, and Sam will come out, and they won’t have to hide anymore. They’ll be them, out, together, and in public, and a whole new life will start for them. That’s the plan.

They just need to make it to prom first.

#sameena #deena x sam #sam x deena #fear street #fear street fanfic #sameena ff #deena johnson #sam fraser #kate schmidt #simon kalidova

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peachy-inserts · 4 years

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𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟/𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 - 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟜

✰warnings: mentions of pregnancy ✎a/n: ok mod josie here and im going to be completely honest.. this is the first actual smut ive ever written and i didnt proof read it because im embarrassed and im not happy with how it turned out PLEASE be gentle with me im very scared also more under the cut

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The bedroom is hazy, fuzzy. It’s almost as if it’s clouded your vision, the heat from both of your bodies overwhelming and contributing to the change in atmosphere. Iwaizumi’s hands are finding every part of your body, sliding down slowly to your supple thighs just to give them a quick squeeze and travel back up towards your neck, where he lingers for a moment before deciding tonight isn’t the night, not for choking, at least.

No, tonight he’s going to get you pregnant, and he at least wants it to be special. He’s already prepared for the aftercare, going out of his way to make sure you have to do as little as possible while you fucks you senseless and stuffs you full with his cum time and time again so that there’s no possible chance of not getting it on the first try

You’ve only just gotten home a few moments ago, still fully dressed and yet already a shaking mess beneath him, a devilish glint in his eyes that suits his smirk all too well, satisfied with your wide eyed anticipation that you always seem to reward him with before you’ve even begun. It really gets him going. There are no words, but only an intimacy that leaves you feeling completely overheated and yet as if your whole body is relaxed, even despite knowing that he’ll have you in a mating press before too long; you know from experience it’s worth the aching joints, though.

He ghosts his fingertips along the curve of your breast under your buttoned shirt, laughing to himself and retreating his touch when you lean into him, begging for him to finally do something, anything.

“Please-”

“Please what?”. He cuts you off, grinning, looking down at you with what could almost be interpreted as malice, but you know him better than that. You know it’s just an act for him, he only does this because you enjoy it so much.

“Aren’t you gonna stop fucking teasing me, Haji?”.

He huffs, thinking to himself for a moment before pressing you backward onto the sheets so you’re lying down, and places soft open mouthed kisses along your jawline all the way down to your collarbones, carefully undoing the first few buttons in doing so. “You’re so impatient, you know that?”, he whispers against your skin, and the hotness of his breath is arousing. He notices the way your heart thumps within your chest against his lips and laughs to himself yet again.

“It’s only been a few moments, and I bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you? I bet you were thinking about this all day.. Coming home and letting your man fuck you so good, put his baby right in you…”. Iwaizumi’s hands finally travel back down your body, grazing across your thighs and gently prodding at your clothed cunt, rubbing light circles into your work pants until he can feel them dampening beneath his touch, to which he immediately stops, only to run his thumb over your lips so you part them for him and force his now scented fingers into your mouth while the other hand softly caresses your cheek, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.

“I knew it. It doesn’t take much for you, does it, baby?”. Hesitantly, you nod, careful not to accidentally bite his fingers in the process, although he’s much gentler in his ministries than usual. With his tapping against your cheek, you know to let his digits go, and a trail of saliva is left running down your chin, and a cold chill runs down your spine despite the heat consuming your body.

Before you know it, he’s discarded your shirt and left you topless save for your bra, although it’s not long before he’s made quick work of it, too, and your torso is completely exposed before him. It’s a little unfair given that he’s still fully dressed, but you know it won’t be long before he gives in and strips down to nothing. A calloused hand circles your nipple until its erect, and he clambers onto the bed to take the bud into his mouth, tongue swirling around it with little kitten licks and biting down on it every few moments just to make you jump, and you’re whining beneath him, it’s so good and yet not enough-

“Don’t be so greedy”. He swats your hand away and releases your breast with a pop when you try removing your pants, only to do it himself in a contradictory fashion. Iwaizumi looks you up and down, his breath hitching and a sudden pang in his chest. You’re going to look so fuckiing good carrying his child, stomach swole out with his seed and breasts heavy with milk, bigger than they had ever been before

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

His body moves on its own, and he's situated himself above you with his elbows on either side of you, a knee prodding at your heat and teasingly rubbing against the fabric of your panties, wet in excitement and anticipation. Iwaizumi’s lips find your own in haste and he’s eagerly pulling you closer to him, hand returning to your breast to squeeze and fondle the one he has previously neglected while the other remains pert and slick with his saliva. He’s becoming feverish, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it before he pulls away for air, panting, chest heaving, just to dive straight back in with an open mouthed kiss. His tongue is swiping at your red and swollen lips, and when he twists your nipple you moan against him, and he licks the back of your teeth, his wet muscle finding every sweet spot of your mouth and eating it up with delight so you’re whining below him.

“Hajime-”. You’re fucking desperate now, wanting nothing more than for him to fill him up the way he does, so good each and every time, his cock too fat to ever miss those sweet spots inside of you that always having you seeing stars.

“I know, I know sweetheart”. He’s quick to undress, and although your view is obscured by your current position, you’ve come to recognize the sound of his belt thumping against the floor, the metal piece always clinking with the hard wood below.

His rough fingertips are grazing along the sensitive skin of your thighs, and he tugs your panties down slowly, revelling in the string of slick that pulls from it until finally breaking contact and running down to your ass. God, he can’t stand it; you’re always so perfect for him, always getting yourself nice and ready for his dick.

Iwaizumi positions himself just before your entrance, his cock painfully hard. The head is red with blood and throbs against his palm as he strokes the prominent vein that runs along the underside of his girth. He’s trim, well cut and fit, and you find yourself pink in the face as your eyes dart across his trained abs, a happy trail just below down to his well groomed and massive cock. His sensitive slit you’ve always found a way to take advantage of is oozing with precum, and he rubs it against your thighs before using the head to tease your swollen clit. Your hips buck at the touch, abused lips parted as a low whine escapes them.

His fist guides himself along your glistening folds, and a growl resonates in his chest and the slick feeling. He lines his head up with your hole, and you grip his arm in preparation. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he pushes into your little cunt, pushing your walls apart and coating him in a sheen of white. He hisses as you clench around him like a vice, nearly losing control and rutting into you at full force.

“Fucking shit, babe, fuck”. Iwaizumi grunts, and he repositions himself so that one hand is gripping the headboard above you while the other keeps you pinned below him. Finally, he bottoms out within you, and begins a slow and shallow pace. Your sweet little moans fuel him and before he knows it he’s thrusting into you at a relentless pace. You hardly have any time to comprehend what’s happening, head bobbing at the force he’s beating into your tight little with a rhythm and high pitched whines your only capable form of speech.

“H-Haji!”. Your words are slurred, and you bite your tongue as he ruts into you particularly hard. His cock is ripping you apart, your sweet cunt wrapped around his base in a way that’s downright pornographic, your hands wrapped around his neck and nails digging into his back, scratching the skin and drawing blood, but he doesn’t slow down

With every thrust he’s hitting the tip of your cervix, and it hurts but god, it also feels so fucking good. The bed shakes and headboard smacks against the wall, but it’s hardly audible beneath the lewd sound of your his clashing, his balls slapping your skin while your own cum leaks out around him, dripping down his thighs

He grunts, having no words left to speak in losing himself in the feeling of how fucking amazing you feel, walls fluttering around his length and your breasts bouncing with his every move, and he thinks again about how perfect you would be carrying his child. Your pussy is aching, and the sensations are overwhelming. His hips grind against your neglected clit only a few times, and yet it’s enough for you to unravel around him.

You gasp, trying to sputter out a warning, an indication, but he’s pounding into you so fucking hard and the noises of your own juices squelching around him are so prominent that it doesn’t matter anyways. Your pussy flutters around him and your walls clamp around him like a vice, and he hisses at the sudden tightness and grips the board above you so tight his fingernails are marking the soft wood, no different from the way your own leave scratch marks down his back. Your back arches causing your hips to catch against his own, and the friction is unbearable. He only pounds harder, faster, fucking you through your release and chasing his own high, leaving you overstimulating and squirming beneath him. You try to wriggle your way free, but his hands have moved to pin you down.

Just as you’ve finally began to feel the first aftershocks of your orgasm, Iwaizumi tugs you forward by the waist, sheathing himself balls deep with one final thrust, and paints your abused little cunt white with his seed, breathing heavily inches away from your face.

With a languid sigh, your body sinks into the mattress and you finally relax, and after a moment of stillness, he finally pulls out, making sure to keep every last bit inside of you so it doesn’t go to waste. Iwaizumi rolls over onto his back just beside of you, pulling you into his arms and rubbing at the knots in your lower back from the position he’d help you in. You were going to be so good to your kids, so kind and nurturing.

And he couldn’t wait.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hc #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi insert #hajime iwaizumi #mod josie #kinktober #hq #haikyuu #scenario

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Kinktober #2

Title: Kinktober #2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,406

Warnings: Smut, Hair pulling kink

Author Notes: Day 2! First time writing for Bucky so any feedback is appreciated! I couldn’t come up with a title for this one, my brain isn’t functioning after this one. Hope you all enjoy.

Gif Credit: Google

Your back bowed as you felt his thick cock start to slide out of you as he pulled his hips backwards. Your fingers clenched in the bedsheets underneath you and you felt sweat begin to bead on your forehead. When he had asked you to get on all four you were surprised, normally Bucky was into the missionary position because it gave him the opportunity to be more intimate and he could gauge your reactions to what he was doing easier. Tonight though he had just come back from a mission that had taken him away for a whole month, he hadn’t said anything about the mission when he came into your shared apartment and had only dropped his bag before he was pulling you into a hard devouring kiss that made you melt against him.

You moaned lowly in your throat as you felt every inch of him split you open as he slowly dragged his heavy cock in and out of you. You panted as he slowly eased himself in and out of your tight pussy. He was warming you up and slowly stretching you out so that when he went harder and faster he wouldn’t hurt you. You felt your heart thud in your chest at how attentive he was to you even when he was troubled from a previous mission.

You didn’t know how much longer you could take this slow pace though as you felt yourself dripping around him with arousal. He had made sure you had cum at least twice on his face before he had commanded you to get into position for him. You felt you were truly ready for him and as you looked over your shoulder at him you saw the lustful look on his face.

“Bucky, fuck me. C’mon I can take it.” You pleaded with him as you wiggled your hips back into his groin and moaning when he bottomed out. He was quiet behind you for a moment too long and when you went to look over your shoulder again at him you felt a quick sharp sting as his hand tangled in your hair and pulled your head back.

He hovered over you with his hips pressed flush up against your ass and you moaned low in your throat at the feeling of his thick cock pressed as far into you as he could possibly go. Bucky was so much larger than you, what with the serum running through his veins it had made him bigger than his previous body shape, and when he surrounded you like he was now it made you feel so small against him.

“Think you take my fat cock slamming into you like I want to do right now?” He hissed out and you moaned as you felt him tug on your hair some more. “What’s the matter babygirl? Do you like it when I pull your hair?” He asked almost tauntingly as he gave an experimental tug on your hair again. Your walls clenched around him and Bucky groaned loudly as his head fell forward to rest his forehead against your. “This is a new kink.” He said softly and you gasped out when you felt his hand let go.

You felt like you wanted to cry at the sensation of him letting go of your hair. He was right, it was a new kink that the two of you had just discovered. No one had ever pulled your hair before during sex. You instantly wanted to explore it more with Bucky and see how far the kink went, but with him letting go you didn’t think he’d be up for it right now. But just as you were resigning yourself to not having your kink explored you felt Bucky’s large flesh hand gather up your hair once and get a better grip.

“What’s the safe word tonight babygirl?” He asked in a low tone and you shivered against him feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

“Apple.” You gasped out as he ground his hips into yours. You could feel the head of his cock pressing up against your cervix.

“Ok, good.” Bucky said softly before straightening his posture and resting his cool metal hand at your lower back making you bow your back for him and sticking your ass further into his groin. “Fuck that’s such a nice ass.” He complimented you and you blushed softly knowing that he was staring straight at your ass and where the two of you were connected. “So perfect for me.” He praised you and heat blossomed in your chest in appreciation.

He began to thrust in and out of you slowly no doubt staring at where his cock disappeared into your warm slick core, his hand was just holding your hair in his grasp. Your head fell forward slightly as your eyes shut with the pleasure that was rushing through you. Suddenly Bucky gripped tighter on your hair and pulled back directing your head upwards. You moaned loudly as your neck was stretched backwards and clenched your walls around his cock. Bucky slapped your ass harshly before grinding further into you.

You experimentally lowered your head again and felt Bucky growl from behind you as his hand tightened in your hair. Pleasure burst along your scalp as your hair was pulled between your head and Bucky’s hand. You moaned loudly again and Bucky’s palm came to cup the back of your head as his fingers closed tightly in your hair. He kept a steady tension on your hair as he began to thrust deeply inside of you. You gasped and whimpered as his cock steadily speared inside your core each time he thrust against you, the tension on your hair was driving your arousal and pleasure to heights that you haven’t reached before.

Sweat was beading along your body as Bucky began to thrust harder and faster into you while occasionally pulling and tugging on your hair keeping your neck stretched out and your head positioned back. Your orgasm was fast approaching as you felt his cock pistoning inside you and his pelvic bone slapping against your ass.

“Fuck!” you cried out as the building orgasm crashed against you. You clenched harshly around his cock and Bucky grunted heatedly as he quickly shifted back on his knees and dragged your body upright by your hair. You wailed as the sting of having your hair pulled created an all consuming pleasure roll over you and almost drown you. Your back hit Bucky’s sweaty front and his hands came to rest on your hips as he pounded up into you without abandon. Your head rested against his shoulder as you gasped and whimpered, still riding the high that he gave you.

Bucky thrust upward harshly and held still and you made a sound that you didn’t know that you were capable of making as a second orgasm slammed into your body. Your body began to shake against Bucky’s as you felt the streams of cum shoot up into you. His hands slid up from your hips gently tracing along your skin making you shake even more in his arms.

“You did so well sweetheart. Fuck, you did so well.” he cooed at you, making your body shake and melt against him at his praise. Gently lowering you down onto the bed Bucky slowly slid out of you before maneuvering your body fully in the middle of the bed before leaving you to rest and catch your breath.

When he came back he gently cleaned your core with a warm washcloth before throwing it into the laundry basket and sitting up on the bed with his back against the headboard. He tapped your shoulder and you rolled to your back between his legs to stare up at him upside down. He smiled down at you and gestured for you to slide your body up towards his. When you did he positioned your head into his lap and his fingers slid into your hair until they were pressed against your scalp. You moaned loudly as his fingers began to massage against your scalp and your eyes grew heavy as the pleasure from scalp began to lull you to sleep. Bucky smirked softly down at you as you quickly fell asleep in his lap and his fingers continued to massage your scalp. He knew he would have fun exploring this kink with you.

#kinktober 2021 #bucky barnes x ofc #Bucky barnes #marvel

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