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h00nerz · 1 year

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who’s that girl!

TWENTY-SEVEN / not like this

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warnings: y/n with a knife, alcohol consumption, mentions of murder, mentions of burglary, i think that’s all?

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YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED. Crouched down behind the couch in the living room, a random kitchen knife clutched tightly in your shaky hand, and a pot sat atop your head like some kind of helmet. You definitely looked like an insane person, but someone would not stop scratching on your door! And the fact your roommates claimed there was a serial burglar on the loose made it ten times worse.

Felix said he was on his way. So had Yunjin, and Soobin. Soon you’d basically have an army showing up outside your apartment to fight the burglar. You just hoped they’d show up sooner rather than later, or else they might get bored of scratching the door and finally smash it down.

You didn’t fully understand the scratching, you didn’t think that was something burglars typically did. Maybe it was some form of psychological torture, designed to make you go crazy so by the time the burglar was in the room you’d be too insane to defend yourself. Well, if that was the case, it was probably starting to work.

Your phone began to buzz incessantly, and the sudden noise caused you to nearly leap out of your skin. You glanced down to see that Chaewon was calling you, and slowly picked it up and held it to your ear.

“Hello?” You whispered, keeping your eyes glued to the door.

“Y/N! You’re still alive!” You heard Chaewon exclaim, and in the background you could hear Yunjin yelling incoherent nonsense.

“Yeah! For now! I think the burglar is going to get bored of scratching the door pretty soon and come in!”

“They’ve just been scratching the door for the last ten minutes? It’s probably just a dog, Y/N!” Chaewon yelled at you.

“It’s not a dog! I don’t think dogs are even allowed in the building!” You snapped back at her. Besides, what dog would spend ten minutes scratching at your door, right? It was probably more likely than a serial killer trying to break in, but you weren’t going to take any risks.

The scratching stopped, and so did the beating of your heart. “Oh no… I think it’s only a matter of time… Listen, Chae, Yunjin, and Sakura! If I die tonight, I just want you to know that you are the most dear people in the entire world to me, and I’ll never love a man the way I love you girls! Please tell my mom—!”

The door swung open, and you let out a loud scream, ducking down below the couch to hide. Your eyes squeezed themselves shut, you weren’t prepared to see your killer just yet! You could hear Yunjin, Chaewon and Sakura freaking out on the phone, which you’d dropped onto the phone out of surprise. You waited for someone to yell at you, to direct them to the most valuable items in the loft, but nothing happened.

You slowly rose up to poke your head over the couch, and your heart dropped at the sight. Yeonjun, holding up a little dog, with a very annoyed Beomgyu and Soobin behind him. Oh. Well that’s what all the scratching was.

“Really, Y/N? You made us rush home over a dog?” Yeonjun asked, lowering the animal down to the ground. You watched as the thing that had made you more stressed than you ever had been before scurry down the hallway just like that.

“Hey, technically, I didn’t make you do anything!” You said in your own defense, standing up and unconsciously pointing the knife at them matter-of-factly. The pot you’d been wearing on your head slid off, landing against the floor with a loud clang.

“You know, I was this close to getting this girl to give Beomgyu her number! But Soobin thought you were dying so we had to run home!” Yeonjun lectured you, stepping towards you and snatching the knife from your still shaky hands. At that sentence, you snuck a glance at Beomgyu, who just so happened to be avoiding your gaze.

You frowned. “Well, none of this would have even happened if you didn’t tell me there was a serial burglar on the loose!” You snapped, squatting down to pick up the pot. “You should have just told me you wanted a guys night out, I wouldn’t have cared!”

“I am just so glad you’re alive, Y/N!” Soobin exclaimed, wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Honestly, I don’t know how we functioned without you before moved in.”

You giggled, reaching up to try and pat the top of his head. “Thanks for bringing them to rescue me, Soobin. You know, you guys can go back out if you want.”

“It’s fine, we weren’t having the greatest time, anyway.” Yeonjun shrugged, pulling out a stool at the counter to sit down. “Besides, isn’t Yunjin gonna be here soon to rescue you?”

At the mention of her name, you remembered they were still on the line with your phone. Or you thought you were. Somewhere amidst the chaos, the call had ended. You were about to call them back, when someone else burst into the apartment.

“Get away from her!” Felix was yelling and tackling Beomgyu, who had been standing near the door the whole time. You watched as Beomgyu shoved the smaller man off of him, yelling “it’s just me! It’s just me!” Felix got on his feet, like he was going to fight Beomgyu again, before realizing it was just your roommate.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you were the burglar.” Felix frowned, holding out a hand to help Beomgyu up but he quickly swatted it away. Felix stood awkwardly, watching as Beomgyu sulked over towards Soobin and grumbling to himself. His eyes finally found yours, and he gasped. “Y/N! You’re alive!” He exclaimed, rushing over to envelop you in a hug.

“It turns out it was just some dog hanging out in the building! I’m sorry for making you come all the way over here!” You frowned, and you could feel him shaking his head against the crook of your neck.

“Nonsense. Even if it was just a fly, I’d run to you if you were scared.” He cooed, and you could hear Yeonjun faking a gag from the kitchen. You shot him a glare, and he grinned back at you. “Besides, it gives us the perfect excuse to hang out tonight!”

You nodded slowly, pulling away to gently pat his cheek. “Yeah, totally! I’d love to hang out!” You smiled. Truthfully, you weren’t really in the mood to hang out, since you were prepared to spend the night glued to the couch watching Titanic for the nth time, but he was your boyfriend, right? You’re supposed to love spending time with him!

For the third and final time that night, the door swung open again to reveal your three best friends, led by Yunjin carrying a baseball bat. As soon as she saw everyone in the room, though, she dropped it to the floor and let out an exasperated sigh. “Damn it! How did you all get here faster than us?!” She demanded.

“Because you drive like a grandma, Yun!” Chaewon accused. “Actually, no, you drive worse than a grandma, because Sakura drives faster than you!”

“Hey!” Sakura frowned, slapping Chaewon’s arm warningly.

Yunjin ran up to you, practically shoving Felix away from you so she could pull you into a tight hug. “What happened, Y/N? One minute you were saying your farewells, then you were screaming, and the call ended! We thought you were done for!”

“You thought I was dead and still couldn’t speed up?” You teased her, and she narrowed her eyes towards you at that little comment. “I’m kidding. No, it turned out it was just a dog the whole time, scratching at my door, and then the guys opened the door and I thought it was a murderer.”

“I told you it was just a dog!” Chaewon sang, allowing herself into the kitchen and opening up the fridge to pull herself out a can of beer.

“Hey! Stop stealing our shit!” Soobin snapped, and in an attempt to rile him up, Chaewon stared straight into his eyes as she popped the can open, raising an eyebrow at him as if to taunt him.

Soobin narrowed his eyes at her, and looked like he might be ready to stomp over and fight her, but Beomgyu put a relaxing hand on his shoulder. “Technically, I bought those, and I don’t care if she drinks one.” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile, too. It was sweet, seeing him keep the peace like that. He risked a glance at you, and as soon as he saw you smiling at him, his own grin dropped.

“Well, since Y/N isn’t getting murdered, we should probably get going.” Sakura sighed, standing up to walk towards the door, but you were quick to stop her.

“No!” You shouted, holding your arms out to block her path. “I just—look! We’re all here! Let’s do something fun!” You suggested, looking around the room to try and get everyone’s idea.

“Like a little party! That would be so fun!” Felix agreed with you.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “You would think that’s fun.” He muttered, and you shot him a quick glare that shut him up pretty quickly.

“Yes! Let’s do it!” Yunjin threw her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Y/N! A little party with all of us!” Yeonjun was not very discreet about his attempts to win over Yunjin, but as long as Yunjin kept rejecting him, it didn’t bother you all that much. Besides, you knew Yunjin, and you knew there was no way she would go out with someone like Yeonjun.

“Fine. But only if we get to play True American!” Chaewon declared, and took a long sip of her beer.

You glanced over at Felix, sparing him a small smile, feeling a bit of remorse for what you were about to get him into. You just hoped he would be able to handle how wild your friends were going to get… And maybe how wild you would get as well.

REGRET. THAT’S WHAT YOU WERE FEELING. A strong, overwhelming feeling of regret had washed over you, and washed the alcohol right out of your system. Just a few hours into your little group hang out, you’d already become sober, and it was all Chaewon and Sakura’s fault.

True American, your friends’ favorite game, was a plethora of different party games combined all up into one. Truthfully, you still didn’t completely understand the game, even after a few years of playing, but that’s not the point. The point is, one of the games that made up True American, was none other than truth or dare.

The stakes were much higher than usual, though, since you either had to complete the dare or answer the question one hundred percent truthfully, or else you forfeit the entire game for your team and lose immediately. It wasn’t usually that bad, but Chaewon and Sakura had gotten a little more tipsy than usual, and came up with what they considered to be a genius idea.

Spoiler alert: it was not genius.

“Y/N! Truth or dare!” She pointed a finger at you, grinning wildly.

Picking truth was definitely the safer option, but you were feeling a bit buzzed, and were in the mood for a bit of chaos. So, with no hesitation, you replied, “Dare.”

“I dare you to…! Wait…” She paused for a minute, holding a finger up to her lip and letting out a small hum. She seemed to be struggling to come up with something, but Sakura leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she began to laugh maniacally. “You’re a genius, Kkura! Y/N, I dare you to kiss the person to your right—wait, left!”

At first, you thought she was talking about Felix, who was sitting next to you, but when you held up your hands to make L’s and figure out which side she was talking about, you looked over to the person next to you in horror. There sat none other than Choi Beomgyu, staring down at you with just as much shock.

What evil women your friends were. You knew exactly what their plan was: get you to kiss Beomgyu so you would finally admit that he liked you, but he didn’t like you, so that wasn’t going to happen. You had nothing to lose by kissing him, right? So why not prove them wrong?

You glanced over at Felix, mentally praying he wasn’t going to get all jealous over this, but he seemed quite the opposite. “It’s fine, kiss him, Y/N! We’re so close to winning!” He told you, then leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “Besides, I trust you.” He whispered into your ear, and your cheeks grew warm at the comment. You were thankful he was just as competitive as you.

So, you turned, ready to kiss Beomgyu, but he was shaking his head. “No, I’m not going to kiss someone with a boyfriend.” He said, holding up his hands in surrender. You frowned. Didn’t he just hear Felix say it’s fine? Why was he being so weird?

Yeonjun didn’t seem to like the sound of that, narrowing his eyes at Beomgyu. “No! You’re not going to make us lose! Just kiss her!” He shouted, reaching over to smack Beomgyu’s arm. His younger friend didn’t even seem to consider it, though, just shaking his head once again.

“Come on, Gyu, let’s just get it over with so neither of us lose!” You tried to encourage him, your fingers touching his cheek, but he pushed you away.

“No. Sorry, it was a fun game.” He stayed firm on his answer, even going as far as to stand up and get ready to walk away.

Yeonjun exchanged a look with Felix, and then at lightning speed, the two were on their feet, grabbing ahold of the two of you and dragging you off to the closest room, which just so happened to be Beomgyu’s room. Before you knew it, they were slamming the door shut, locking you and Beomgyu inside.

“You’re not coming out of there until you kiss! I’m not losing this game two times in a row!” Yeonjun shouted from outside, and Beomgyu groaned loudly at those words.

Now, you were locked in a room with Beomgyu, and beginning to regret everything. Mostly because of the way he wouldn’t even look at you, turned away and staring at the wall in some act of rebellion. You stared at his back, eyes beginning to twitch out of annoyance.

You weren’t sure what his problem was, but you knew it was really starting to bother you. Especially when it was keeping you from spending time with your friends, and your sweet boyfriend. Well, maybe sweet wasn’t the best word, since he had been the one to throw you in there.

“What’s the big deal?” You asked, narrowing your gaze at your roommate. “Let’s just suck it up and french a little.”

He finally turned around to face you, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, fine. But don’t say ‘suck it up and french a little’.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, unfolding your arms from your chest as he approached.

“You’re sure this isn’t a big deal, right? It’s just so we don’t lose.”

“Yes! I’m sure! Let’s just get this over with!” You insisted.

He awkwardly placed his hands on your arms, giving his body a quick shake as though to stable his nerves. “Okay, I’m going to do it. Let’s just do this!” But he just stood there, staring down at you.

“Come on, Gyu, just do it.” You rolled your eyes at him, and he vigorously nodded at you.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna do it.” He slid his hands up from your arms, so they instead cupped your cheeks. “Okay, three, two… Actually, you know what, I’m not going to do a count down, that’s weird.”

“Definitely weird.” You laughed, and he laughed as well.

“Okay, here it goes.” Finally, he closed his eyes and began to lean in with his lips parted, and there was something about his expression that put you off.

Now it was your turn to freak out, pulling away from him before he could kiss you. “No, you can’t make that face.”

“What face?!” He scrunched his nose up at you, looking offended you’d even said that to him.

“That face! It’s weird!”

“Fine, I’ll make a different face!” He rolled his eyes at you, grabbing onto your cheeks once again. He once again started to lean in, and he definitely made a different face this time, but it was somehow even worse, with an awkward open mouthed smile.

“No, stop! You can’t kiss me with your teeth!”

He released you, his lips curling downwards. “You know what? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this, I can’t do this.” He walked over to the door, beginning to bang on it loudly and demanding your friends let you out.

“Don’t act so butthurt! You can’t try to kiss me like a Joker then act surprised I don’t like it!” You scolded him, but he ignored you, continuing to smack the door.

Instead of letting you out, though, your friends all began to chant “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” including Felix, who’s voice was easy to pick out due to his accent. You were growing tired of being stuck in that room with him, and even more tired of his stubbornness. You grabbed onto his shoulder, whipping him around to face you.

“Come on! Just kiss me!” You shouted at Beomgyu, who once again shook his head.

“No, I’m not gonna kiss you, Y/N!”

“Just do it!”

“No!”

“God, Beomgyu, just kiss me already!”

“No, not like this!”

You froze at that, your eyes growing wide. “What… What does that mean by that…?”

His eyes were just as wide as yours, his lips parted as he tried to search for some kind of explanation. “I didn’t mean it like… I just meant that—you know, we… I didn’t—“

You stared at him, raising your eyebrows as you waited for some kind of explanation, but it never came. His face contorted, and he began to walk further into his bedroom, over to his window. “Beomgyu, stop! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine, I just need some fresh air!” He assured you, opening up his window.

You thought that would be the end of it, but were shocked when he lifted his leg up through the window. “No, don’t do that! It’s fine, you don’t have to kiss me, we can just lie to them!” You tried to usher him back into the room, but he wasn’t listening, continuing to climb out through the window.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” He shouted back at you, then you watched as he began to shimmy on the thick ledge below the windows outside towards the living room. You stood in silence, gawking at him as he escaped.

So, let’s get some things straight.

First, Beomgyu refused to kiss you for some game, getting the two of you locked into a room together. Then, he still refused to kiss you, claiming he couldn’t do it, not like this. And what did that even mean, by the way? Not like this? How else would he kiss you? Then, he decided he would rather climb out of the window where there was a high chance he could plunge to his death, than kiss you?

There was… One explanation for what he had meant when he said that. But there was no way you were even going to entertain that possibility. Because that would mean your friends were right, and you were completely and utterly in denial.

Beomgyu liked you.

authors note: those of you who have actually seen new girl know what an important episode this was and i hope i did it justice 😭 if i DIDNT and this is BAD pls don’t tell me bc i already know!!!

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moonspirit · 7 months

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Give us your best headcanons for Annie trying (and failing? If it's even possible??) to seduce Armin!!

Anon, my best (and funniest) headcanon for this has gravitated to the glue tree that is my longfic xD So I'm forced to keep that one a secret for now. However I've done my best to dig into my brain and pull out some long forgotten filth.

Disclaimer: I've been in a Silly Annie mood for a long-ass time, so of course she tries to seduce Armin, of course she fails, but what she doesn't know is that her failures are tremendous successes as far as Armin's POV is concerned, and like... that makes sense right?

Alright, get ready for...

[N/SFW] Silly Annie Seducing (and sometimes failing) Armin - ft. Pieck's Outrageous Ideas.

Sexy Lingerie:

Lingerie and Annie don't get along well at first. The underwires bite into her skin, the straps dig into her shoulders and in places they shouldn't reach, and the shockingly flimsy layer of fabric (or the lack of it, really) where she really should be feeling less cold, puts her on edge.

Then again, her curiosity to see Armin's reaction to said sexy lingerie is a little stronger than her initial dislike for it, so under her skirt suit it goes (thanks, Pieck), on her trip with Armin that's primarily for diplomatic purposes, but also doubles as a vacation for the two of them.

But it all goes wrong the moment the official dinner meeting finishes, because Annie's racing to their hotel room to pull everything off and relieve herself of the discomfort. Sure, she feels bad Armin won't get to see it (as was originally planned, where she was supposed to shove him on the bed and straddle him and let him take off her clothes one by one), but if she feels that scrap of lace chafe her thigh once more, she's going to scream.

Off it all comes, in the hotel bathroom, and listening to the sounds of Armin unpacking his bag outside, she takes a warm bath.

First mistake - She hasn't brought a change of clothes into the bath. So she pokes her head out and asks him to hand over his old blue shirt which is in her bag.

Second mistake - her bag is full of sexy lingerie (thanks, Pieck, again) and the second Armin unzips it, his mouth drops open as he pulls out silky camisole, lacy bra, flimsy underwear, one after the other. By the time he manages to fish out the required shirt, his face is bright red (but also fantastically intrigued, come on), and Annie's crumbling behind the door with overwhelming embarrassment.

Third mistake (but not really!) - Annie finally emerges from the bathroom in only his shirt and nothing more, and poor Armin (already tortured with crazy good images) can't tear his eyes off the way her nipples poke through said shirt, and the way her thighs look so good framed by the much longer hems.

Goes without saying, they didn't do much sightseeing anywhere throughout the trip. The lingerie was put to efficient (and comfortable) use, with Annie wearing them, and Armin taking them off soon after.

Talking Dirty:

Listen, getting Armin to talk dirty to her takes very little effort: all Annie has to do is some mild misbehaving (sometimes it doesn't even take that!) and his honey smooth voice is talking nasty in her ears, drawing out whimpers and moans with so much of ease.

But apart from the incoherent pleas and begging he elicits from her during the act itself, Annie finds herself dying with embarrassment at the thought of talking dirty to him.

But god, does she want to see it: his face after she's just told him to fuck her brains out.

Saying it out loud is the problem though.

The next time she finds herself shivering and shaking under his ministrations, she draws the courage to say something decently dirty enough (Pieck's line had been: Fuck me with your huge dick, but no way in hell Pieck's line will fall out of her mouth).

So when she weakly calls his name with an equally weak tap on his shoulder, she's got Armin's full attention. His eyes are roving enquiringly over her face, and he's stopped his movements. Now would be the perfect time, really, to drive him insane.

"F-Fuck-" She manages to say before the words get stuck in her throat.

"What?" He hasn't the slightest clue.

"F-" now it's even worse and she blinks like a fish. Fuck me like never before, why is that so hard to say?

"Annie?"

"F-Fu-" And it all goes to shit.

What she doesn't know, and luckily for her, Armin reallllyyyyy loves it when she curses. It's those breathy intonations, the slip of a sliver of voice between the quiet sighs, the rough gasp here, the edge of a moan there, in the way she says filthy words, that absolutely gets him going mad.

The Banana:

Touch starved, affection deprived, and horny - that describes Annie's current state after the last two weeks. Armin's been too busy with meetings and paperwork, and none of it interests her. It also bothers her that he's beginning to look frazzled again, the way he always does when work takes front seat. Long story short - He needs to relax.

The stupid banana was her idea thanks to Pieck pointing out casually (with no other motive whatsoever, she'd sworn innocently) that it looked the perfect size of a dick.

So here she is, in Armin's room, waiting for him to come out from his bath, with the banana peeled and ready in her hands, ripe enough to be eaten. Innocently, of course.

But the longer she stares at it, the more doubtful she becomes that sucking off a banana is going to be anything remotely sexy. So, listening to the running water, she takes a gentle lick, then another, and then another, telling herself it's all just to practice what she'll do when he comes out.

Maybe it's the sweetness, maybe it's the growing confidence, but she enjoys it a little too much, and by the time Armin finally does come out, the banana is... soggy and quivering.

Still, she does her best, making his eyes go wide and his greeting die in his throat when she holds his reddening gaze and takes a long lick of the banana from the bottom up. It works. He swallows. He whispers her name as he comes closer. His eyes grow hazy when she sucks the tip of the banana.

And then all fails, when the soggy wet banana keels over in half and falls on her chest.

There's a horrible moment of silence when Annie wonders if she's just demonstrated to him the decapitation of his dick - but she doesn't have to worry too much.

Because there's banana on her mouth and banana on her chin. Banana on her jaw, and a lot of it on her chest. All Armin can now see is remnants of... other things, in all these places.

Needless to say, things get REALLY messy that night.

Listen, this could get a lot longer but I have to stop here xD For my own sanity xD

#anon ask #aruani #headcanon #smut #aruannie #armin x annie

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gabessquishytum · 9 months

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*gently places my leather kink and boot kink in front of you and runs*

Was it still a hookup with a friend, or would they finally admit that they were in a relationship? Hob didn't know, and right now, he couldn't care less. Dream's warm hands were tugging his shirt off, his trousers, pants, and soon he was naked in the hallway of his flat.

Dream's brows furrowed in confusion when he realised that he was still fully clothed, that Hob had not taken a single article of clothing off of him yet. In fact, Hob was barely touching him. He was waiting for the moment Dream reached up to disrobe himself to gently stall his hands. "Wait," he whispered, almost out of breath with excitement. "This time… I want to deserve it first… Please."

It only took a moment for Dream to understand, to pull the meaning of Hob's words from his daydreams. Hob knew that Dream was into this as much as he was because they've done it before, but he still held his breath in anticipation.

Dream's face hardened into a strange expression. Suddenly, everything about him screamed a god, more than a god. His clothes shifted into heavy leather armour. His skin paled until he looked like a marble statue, and when he gripped Hob's chin between two perfect fingers, they were just as cold as stone, seeping the warmth out of the human's skin.

"Kneel," Dream said imperiously, fully immersed in their game, and Hob obeyed as soon as he was released. "You desire to give me pleasure," Dream noted, knowing Hob's fantasies as well as the dreams of all creatures in this universe. "You ask little in return, but you want. You want my flesh and the pleasures that it can bring you. Pleasures previously unknown to mankind."

"Yes, please," Hob whispered, keeping his hands behind his back, his gaze to the floor because he didn't get permission to touch or to see.

"I may be… amenable," Dream pondered. "But first, you must serve me." With those words, he pushed one foot forward. He was wearing heavy boots that reached up to the higher parts of his calves. There were many leather straps, but more importantly, there was dust all over them. No, not dust, sand. That just wouldn't do. Hob couldn't allow anything to mar his god's image.

"My Lord," he said, and Dream wiggled his foot impatiently. Not prolonging it any further, Hob leaned down, still keeping his hands behind his back, and licked a stripe across the tip of the boot. He pulled away to assess his work and noted that the leather now shone with his saliva, clean. This would do, then. He got to work. He knew he would have to polish every inch of the leather if he wanted Dream's cock inside of him tonight.

Ok, maybe I also have a worship kink or something. XD It was supposed to be about the boots!

- 🚒

Yelling screaming making NOISES. Boot kink, worship kink... whatever it is, I absolutely adore it.

Hob wanting to deserve it is doing unholy things to me. He's such a good boy, Dream! At least let him grind against your boot until he cums!

And listen, Dream’s battle armour is... a questionable fashion choice. But do I want to see him wearing it while he fucks Hob into incoherence? Yes. Yes I do. All it needs is a flap for him to get his cock out, while Hob can be completely naked. That's the kind of Longest Game that I want to see them playing....

#🚒 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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harleyquilt · 1 year

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The Fire That Burns Us All - Chapter 7

Summary: Touka and Ayato struggle to face their doubts as they move on with the next part of their plan...

Words: 1744~

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Kaneki stirs in his sleep, wincing and flinching every so often and murmuring incoherent words through quivering lips. Touka watches his slight movements, a syringe in her hand. Ayato stands behind her, with his arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

"Wait," Ayato placed a hand on her shoulder just as she took a step towards Kaneki. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"We can't let him heal completely." Touka reminds him. "Besides, the pain will be a reminder."

"Of what, exactly."

"To not mess with us."

Ayato lets go and Touka walks towards Kaneki, slowly pushing back his sleeve and exposing the underside of his arm.

"Will the needle even penetrate?" Ayato asked, his arms crossed again.

"It better." Touka mumbles. "You said they were taken from the CCG, right?"

"That’s what Eto told me." He shrugged.

Touka tightly ties a piece of cloth around Kaneki’s upper arm, and after waiting for a moment, she locates a prominent vein to inject the syringe. She slowly pushes the needle into the skin, piercing it, and injects the reddish-brown fluid into his body. Pulling it back out, Touka takes a deep breath and stands, holding the syringe out to Ayato.

"Destroy this, and check on Hinami while you do." Touka instructs, her eyes set on Kaneki as she watches a droplet of blood trickle down from his arm. "She seemed spooked when we came back with the Black Reaper."

Ayato takes the syringe and searches Touka’s unreadable expression. "What will you do?"

"Watch him."

"You sure? You should at least wear your mask, just in case."

Touka continues to stare at Kaneki, his chest rising and falling slowly with an unsteady rhythm. His skin was remarkably pale against the dark bedsheet, and if it weren't for his slight movements, spurred on by restless dreams, Ayato would have thought that he had already died in his sleep. Perhaps that would have been a better fate for him, but it was not one he deserved. Regardless, for Ayato and Touka’s plans to succeed, they needed him alive, and so for now, he will live.

Ayato turns his attention back to Touka, pressing her for an answer, and she nods slowly, seemingly lost in her own train of thoughts. Whatever those thoughts were, Ayato could not tell without pushing her boundaries.

But now was not the time to discuss such things. He passed her her mask and quickly headed back upstairs, where Hinami waited, sitting on the floor and hugging her knees. She looked up at him with wide eyes, filled with an anxious curiosity. She quickly stood up and brushed down her skirt, waiting for Ayato to speak first.

"I think it worked." He said, showing her the syringe. "Well, we were able to inject it into his body, at least."

"I see." Hinami nods with an uneasy smile. "What will happen next, you think?"

Ayato shrugs, moving ahead to the kitchen. "I don't know, honestly. Touka is watching over him for now. I think she wants to interrogate him. Alone."

It was not something she had said aloud, but her slight distance since returning to the cafe was enough to suggest this. Ayato himself was not entirely sure if he wanted to take part in the interrogation himself - it was not something he had considered before this night. Rather, it was a thought he had tried to avoid until now. Fighting and killing humans was one thing, and maybe a few years ago, he would have relished in the thought of tormenting a captured Dove. But now? It was an unsettling idea.

Maybe it was due to Jason and his joy in torturing ghoul and humans alike. Seeing his 'playroom', it was clear then that to a man like Jason, meat was meat, and that all screams had sounded the same to his ears. It was an image Ayato initially brushed off, but it had latched itself onto his mind and he could not unsee what he had seen in that bloodied building of torment and agony. He had subordinates question Eto and Tatara's decision to involve Jason in Aogiri before, though at the time, he considered Jason's intimidating reputation a bonus for Aogiri. That was until he was instructed to clean up his remains after the CCG infiltrated their old base. He saw it all, then - all the devices he had used and the victims he had left behind, all of them horrifically disfigured in some way or form. It was not enough to deter him from his battles against other Doves, and yet, during moments like these, he finds himself uncomfortably hesitant. Perhaps, then, it was for the best that Touka took the initiative with this interrogation, though it brought him no comfort to indulge in such thoughts. It was wrong to push these burdens onto his sister, he knew, yet he was relieved to see her take them on herself. This was all moving too fast and he found himself cornered by his conflicting thoughts, and he tutted to himself with an impatient frustration at his own shortcomings.

"Are you okay?" Hinami touches his arm and he is brought back from his contemplations. "Are you worried about Onee-chan?"

The sincere concern in her voice touches his heart, if just slightly, and he looks away with pursed lips. "I'm not worried."

"You look worried." She remarks, leaning forward to catch his eye. "You can tell me if you are."

"I'm telling you, I'm fine." He shuffles away from her, suddenly conscious of the small distance between them. Hinami offers an apologetic smile, brushing back her short hair.

"I'm worried." She confesses with a quiet sadness. "It feels like…she's far away, all of a sudden. Onee-chan, I mean. I don't like having that man here - everything feels too fragile, all of a sudden. As if our home will crumble away at any second."

"We knew the risks when we made the agreement." He says with some firmness in his tone. Hinami nods, glancing away.

"I'm still dedicated to helping you and Onee-chan. Still, it's not nice having to constantly look behind our backs."

"It's not too different from how it has always been. We're a part of Aogiri, after all. Hell, just being ghouls is troublesome enough."

"That's true." Hinami nods again, pressing her lips together. "Even so…" she looks back to the hallway leading to the basement stairs. "I worry."

. . .

Touka sits beside the bed and watches Kaneki intently. The ticking of the clock is loud against the silence of the room, and Touka finds herself counting each second as it passes on by, restarting her count with each new minute. Yoriko had told her once that counting can help calm you down when you feel overwhelmed by your feelings. After all these years, her voice still returns to her to remind her of this piece of advice.

Back then, Touka’s main concern was passing her exams. As simple as it was, Yoriko’s advice helped her get through her frustration and impatience when studying subjects like Japanese. She never did thank Yoriko for her advice - another regret that she will likely carry for the rest of her life. And with that regret, she loses count of the seconds in her mind and shaking her head, she leans back against her seat and narrows her eyes.

To think that the night would have turned out like this, she thought with a snort. Was it luck, or the opposite? She supposed it would all depend on the 'interrogation' results, if there are any to speak of. It was not her intention to interfere with Ayato and Kaneki’s fight, and yet, seeing the murderous intent in Kaneki’s eyes was enough to spur her on. She didn't regret her decision - she was glad to have saved her brother, after all, but it was an impulse that could have ended with both of them dead. It was hard to know what was the right decision to take, the consequences of her choices a foreboading shadow stretched out in front of her as she continued to take the next step forward. Even now, with Kaneki here and drugged, the future was a knotted tightrope that threatened to snap if she were to move too quickly. It was already so very complicated.

She looked down at her lap, where her mask sat, staring back at her with two black dots for eyes. Ayato believed there was a chance, but Touka did not; Kaneki recognised her the moment she was involved. If not right away, then certainly during the last moments of their fight when she pleaded to him for mercy. Her mouth twisted into a sneer at the memory, disgusted by her show of weakness. It was that weakness that she showed him that convinced him of her identity, she was certain of it. It probably should not be bothering her as much as it did, she thought to herself, knowing that in the end, he'll be dead by her own hands. And still, there was a twisting pain in the pit of her stomach at the thought of him knowing that it was the kind waitress who fought him. She took no joy in seeing the moment of pained betrayal in his eyes before Ayato attacked him from behind - a twinge of sadness that cut through the anger that had driven him onwards moments before.

Sadness…how ridiculous. It was his own fault for falling for such an obvious trap.

She repeated these words to herself, though they gave her no comfort. The dread remained as she painstakingly waited for Kaneki to wake up. She leaned forward in her seat, brushing back Kaneki’s hair from his eyes. With a frown, she sat back, looking away.

It wasn't just that he had recognised her. No, she had come to recognise him too. As obscure as the memory was, it had left its mark on her mind, for whatever reason. Another regret she thought, or rather, hoped she had already forgotten about. But regrets, like scars, never truly go away, and from the back of her mind came an image of a young, soft-looking college student who was head over heels for Rize Kameshiro. To think he was now here, in this pathetic state…no, she refused to indulge these thoughts any longer. She lifted her mask and placed it onto her face, lifting her hood over her head.

A moment later, Kaneki’s eyes slowly opened.

#touken #kanetou #fanfic #my writing

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crookedshoeoafcowboy · 7 months

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I just had the most visceral fucking dream and I need to write it down before I forget about it, but a modernized-looking Guts from berserk (that I guess wasn't actually Guts?) was being hunted down by this silver/white haired mafia guy with a short ponytail and his goons, and Guts was being helped by this guy who LOOKED like Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist without the metal arm and HIS ponytail was like, unbraided or whatever, and the only reason I know it WASN'T Edward or Guts is because dream logic or something.

Anyway, Guts and Not-Edward are trying to escape from White-Haired-Man and three of his cronies who all have guns, and all of the bad guys were wearing dark grey-ish suits and black ties for some reason.

Guts and Not-Edward run into this parking lot, but the mafia guys catch up and the three normal mafia dudes kinda just separate Not-Edward from Guts by just pulling him backwards, away to the curb, with an (apparently) wounded Guts stumbling into the back of an empty ambulance that was just sitting in the parking lot, whilst Edward is screaming at them all to leave his friend alone, still restrained by the three henchmen who apparently don't mean Edward any harm. The White-Haired-Man man begins entering the ambulance, apparently trying to get it unlocked.

Through all of this, Guts seemed to turn on some sort of speaker to tell Edward to stop struggling, because "They aren't after you, they're after me. There's no running anymore, just let it happen. " The White-Haired-Man enters the ambulance, and we begin to hear Guts struggle over the speaker, the White-Haired-Man strangely quiet.

In a POV from Edward, we witness the gunshot. A brief, singular shot rings out from the ambulance, ever-so-briefly lighting up the ambulance entrance, an ever-so brief grunt/yelp is heard from the speaker, and out steps the White-Haired-Man man, a small amount of blood flecked upon the left side of his skin and suit, holstering his weapon on the way out.

The three men let Edward go and walk off with their boss, and Edward just collapses on the ground, defeated. His friend is dead. Where there should have been a rush of emotions, there was not but an empty void.

Edward sits there awhile, trying to process the Guts is dead. He is sat there for maybe 15-30 seconds, on the verge of a mental breakdown, when he hears a small grunt over the speaker, so brief and so slight that he almost missed it.

Edward rushes to the back of the ambulance, where Guts is trying (and failing) the patch his gunshot wound to the head with blue electrical tape. Edward starts incoherently crying upon seeing that his friend is ok, simultaneously with confusion, anger, and jubilation, and he tries to give Guts a hug.

Guts, who for some fucking reason has a silver "SCC" ranking just pop up, scoffs that he is "not CC material" and is "clearly tougher than that". Edward starts crying harder and louder, with an extra hint of confusion, which apparently sparks Guts into commenting "OK, maybe I was a CC friend." Edward cries even harder, attempting to deny this but incapable of former words.

They then drive the ambulance off into the setting sun, presumably with the mafia no longer trailing them, laughing about how they're free "once you get patched up". They never once address each other by name.

And then I woke up, wondering WTF I was just witness to.

#one time i dreamt #berserk #why is it so good and also so bad?#This better not haunt my dash in the future

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tracksidequeen · 2 years

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A Point to Prove

Summary: Lewis gets upset with you, but you’re having none of it, leaving you both with a point to prove..

Request anon 1: Girl, I am the anon that sent you the club And I have to Say..you NAILED IT!! I have another idea for you. Lewis Waiting for you to get home after a heavy argument while you were out with the girls, not expecting him to get back to Your home. Red and dimly lit lights, His cock heavy and ready for some angry sex + Request anon 2: some rough sex with lewis after a fight 🥵 that great kind of reconciliation you know 😏 and jealous lewis oh i really would like to read it pleaseeee

Warnings: Dom!Lewis, punishment, belt spanking, tie-up, unprotected sex, degradation kink (turning into praise kink?), teasing, fingering, manhandling, after care.

Words: 1.9K (of filthy smut)

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He was fuming.

With a petty kiss he wished you a fun girls night, but after all the screaming you hardly believed his words.

Earlier that evening, the moment he saw you walk into the living room in your little black dress, he was mesmerised by your beauty. But the admiration turned with the flip of a switch.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

You thought he meant it in a sweet way so you gave him a little twirl, but when you faced him again you saw his eyes looking you up and down disapprovingly.

“I thought you liked me in this dress,” you said with a confused tone, but you had no patience with his negative attitude.

“Yes, you look amazing in it, but that’s the problem.”

“Problem? That’s the problem?”

One thing led to another, and suddenly you were in the middle of an argument. Lewis yelled at you for wearing revealing clothing like that without him around; you raised your voice, making a point about how he doesn’t own you; but then he suddenly brought up how you barely spent any time with him.

It wasn’t a pretty situation, but you were saved by the phone call your friend notifying you that their cab had arrived to pick you up from Lewis’ place. You left without saying a word to him, and heating up with rage you had no intention of returning to his house later that night.

Tripping over your own feet you stumble back to your apartment, and you wave your friends goodbye as they stick their heads out of the rolled-down cab window howling incoherent words at you.

A pleasant buzz soared through your body, a mix of the alcohol and the warmth of your apartment as you enter engulfing you with comfort after an amazing night. You kick off your heels, take off your coat and saunter to the couch. All you wanted was to sink into the cushions and doze off, but a faint noise coming from your bedroom makes you instantly alert.

Slowly you hear footsteps approaching and your heart pounds in your chest in fear of the unexpected noises.

“Hi love.”

Lewis’ soft voice echoes in your head, and you try to calm down from your sheer state of panic, as he carefully studies your face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just figured I'd be welcome here since you gave me the key, and after our fight I assumed you’d be here.”

Seeing his face again turned that sweet buzz into a sour headache that you were not willing to deal with.

“You just put welcome and fight in the same sentence- that’s not really how it works.”

The smooth skin on his forehead becomes a textured frown above his arched eyebrows as he walks towards you with determined steps. A low growl coming from his chest vibrates through the living room.

“What was I supposed to do? You didn’t reply to me all night, and I had to know you’d come home safe,” he raises his voice in anger, but you sense a hit of desperation and you let your head fall into your hands trying to figure out how the two of you even got in this position.

“LEWIS, just stop shouting, okay.”

The fact that you screamed his name made his blood drain from his face, because even during the heaviest of fights you would call him ‘babe’ or ‘honey’. He knew you weren’t messing around.

Lewis grabbed the nape of your neck with gentle force to pull you on your feet, and your body pressed against the heat of his. His face hovered inches from yours as he licked the freckle on his bottom lip.

“You are so fucking hot when you’re angry, you know that?” The increased grip of his hand in your hair left you no option of escape, but as much as your mind told you to leave, your body wanted to surrender to all he had to offer.

“Walk.”

Without letting go he guided you to your bedroom. A red hue coated your walls from the dimmed neon lights, soft r&b music playing in the background, and sensual smells hung in the air. Your body filled with heat, but this time it didn’t ascend to your head in rage, rather down your throbbing cunt with lust.

Full force he throws you on the bed, and your big eyes trace over his body as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his rock hard abs and v-line going down his pants. Instinctively you open your legs giving him the perfect vantage point to look up your dress, ready for him to ravage you like a lion.

“See what you’re doing to me.” He says while palming his jeans. The large contour of his cock pressed against the inside of his trousers. “I can’t stand the idea of you having this effect on other men.”

“But Lewis, I’m all yours,” you say with big eyes and you trace your hand up your thigh towards the seam of your dress, desperate for his touch.

“Oh yeah?” The red light glowed on his face making his expression more feral, as he smiled, exposed his white fangs. A growl escaped from his throat.

“Prove it.”

With hungry eyes he was ready to catch his prey and his head disappeared under your dress. Biting your inner thigh he made his way up to your soaked panties and pressed his tongue against your entrance covered by a thin wet layer of fabric. The pressure made you gasp for air and desperately you pin his head down and rock your hips up to increase the friction against your swell clit.

Interrupted from his plan an annoyed sigh left his mouth and instantly his face appeared again out of your dress.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

Slowly you shake your head ‘no’ while biting your lip, turned on by how Lewis took the reins with that look of anger on his face. “You know what I said last time.. if you don’t use your words...”

You knew very well what he was referring to and obediently you turn on your stomach and stuck your ass in the air. “I know Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Then tell me..”

You closed your eyes at the sound of the brush of leather as he took off his belt, and mustered up the words. “You’ll have to smack them out of me.”

“Exactly.”

His words formed as a primal growl the moment he slid your dress to your waist and pulled your panties to your knees, exposing your peaches and traced the leather of his folded belt over your supple skin. He loved seeing you all vulnerable like this the moments after you had a fight as it reminded him just how much you trust him.

The brush of leather against your ass made your whole body shiver, but suddenly it whipped down and you gripped the sheets making your knuckles white. Feeling the aftermath of his punishment soar through your body but you barely had any time to process it, as he flicked the belt down for a second time.

“Fuck.”

A loud moan escaped as you felt your tender ass tingle and your juices trickle down the inner of your thigh. On your high from his overstimulation you push your ass back towards him anticipating more punishment.

“The little slut you are, you’re enjoying this way too much.”

Within seconds he had his pants off and reached his hand between your slit and down the juices on your leg to wet his hand. With one hand holding his belt firmly the other pumped his enormous cock with your elixir as he looks at your round ass with his marks on it sticking up in the air.

“Let’s see how you like this.”

Without giving you time to adjust to his size he entered you balls deep and instantly your tight pussy contracted around his shaft, making both of you moan and grunt in unison. He kept himself inside you while you were milking his cock, and he unfolded the belt in two hands to reach the leather around your neck.

To test your limits, he pulled you back as gentle as he could, as if he was ready to ride a horse with the reins in his hand. With an arched back and your head up against the pull of the strap you felt Lewis twitch inside you. Completely turned on by the power he had over you.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and take me all, aren’t you?”

At an increasing pace he started pounding his hips against you, sending you into overdrive as his balls slammed against your clit. His size, his power, his dominance. His pace was unbearable to the point you had no idea what to do besides moaning his name.

Reaching your arm back to his hands that were holding the belt around your neck, you dig your nails in the tattoos on his skin, to which he pulled the belt in, lifting you up off all fours.

“What did I just fucking tell you..?” he hissed in your ear. “Did I ask you to do that?”

He rammed himself into you one more time before pulling out and releasing the tension of the belt, dropping you forward.

“Stretch your arms. Head down”

Obediently you do what he says and bite in the sheets to deal with the arousal running through your body as Lewis grabs your wrists and ties the belt firmly around it. He yanked at it a few times to see if it was tight enough, and he was more than satisfied.

“That will make you learn.”

He walked back to his original position and traced his fingers against your slit to pump the juices spilling out of it back in before entering his throbbing cock to finish what he started.

At an unrelenting tempo he launched his cock inside you and fucked you into oblivion. With your body tied down you found no relief of his stimulation and it sent you on an immediate high.

Lewis smacked your ass as he found his rhythm, fast-paced and going deep, seeing you whimper under his control. He gripped your peaches for more leverage and the sensation of his cock stretching your tight walls made him arch his head back, and his loud grunts filled the room.

He reached his hand around your hips and circled your clit to the rhythm of his thrusts, making you slide into a state of euphoria. Squirming under his touch you feel your orgasm ripple through your body, and your cunt started violently contracting around Lewis’ shaft.

“Fu-fuck baby!!”

He exploded inside you, his cum shooting inside mixing with yours, and the sweet sounds of his moans guided you through the aftershock of your own climax. He dropped his body on yours and bit your shoulder to find a grasp on reality, humming incoherent sentences in your ear.

Slowly he pulled himself out and unbuckled the belt from around your wrists. The red strap marks were visible and he looked at you with a concerned look before giving it gentle kisses.

“You took me so well baby.”

A smile crept on your face at hearing his praise, and continued, “I’m so proud of you honey.”

His hands explored the body he just ravaged and stripped you of the dress you were still wearing at your waist. Slowly he laid down beside you and held you in his strong arms. Skin to skin, with your head on his chest, your legs tangled around his, you soaked up the heat of his naked body.

“Is that proof enough, babe?” you asked him with dough eyes and a sweet smile on your face. “I’m all yours.”

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Masterlist + More Lewis Hamilton x Reader:

Club Night (requested) ✨new✨

Trust Me? (requested) ✨new✨

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jongseongsnudes · 2 years

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two.

warning; 😏😏. 0.8k words.

masterlist.

you sigh in relief as your apartment door came into view, the thought of finally being able to just kick off your shoes and fall into your heaven of fluffy bed sheets urging you to walk even faster. it had been an exhausting long day, having had two exams back to back and then missing your bus meant that you had to walk home in the cold... without your jacket that you left on your bed.

entering your apartment, you glance around for any traces of your room mate but the quietness and lack of lighting tells you he may be out. but then again, you’ve learnt your lesson on assuming his whereabouts.

instead of heading straight to your room, you sit down at the kitchen stool to rest your feet and have some soda. a smile adorns your lips at the thought of being able to sleep in tomorrow morning instead of having to wake up to study. maybe you could even go out and have lunch with your friends, maybe even shopping.

you let out a squeal when you suddenly feel large hands on your shoulders and a rather intense presence right behind you. the smell of cigarettes mixed with the familiar scent of your room mate’s cologne immediately fills your senses. it’s almost intoxicating to say the least, the smell alone enough to have you light headed.

“your shoulders are so tense,” he says in your ear, his voice much more husky than usual. you wanted to run away from the bad boy but his hands were doing magic on your heavy shoulders, his fingers skilfully massaging away all of your worries and tiredness from the past few days. “poor thing, let jake sim help you out.”

you don’t say anything but close your eyes and sink further into his touch, silently enjoying the gentle touch you didn’t know your body needed so much. you can hear him chuckling very softly behind you but you don’t mind it, you were just too dazed out to even care.

usually you would’ve made a run for it, to do anything in order to avoid jake sim but your body was betraying you today. it was screaming for his touch.

“does it feel good?” he asks you and you respond with an incoherent hum. “i’m glad i can make you feel good.”

his hands that were on your shoulders then slide down to your arms, bringing you back, flat against his chest. his head is now resting on the side of yours as his fingers begin to gently graze up and down the skin on your arm. if you weren’t aware of just how close he was to you before, well you surely were now. you could feel his light breaths on the side of your face, the slight hint of mint tells you he must’ve been chewing gum sometime before.

“beautiful... your skin is so cold.”

“ye- yeah i forgot to bring my jacket this morning... th- then i walked home because i missed my bus,” you stutter about, nervousness overtaking your body at the fact that he was literally back hugging you in the dimly lit kitchen.

“call me next time and i’ll come pick you up okay? don’t walk home when it’s so cold and already dark.”

you could feel his grip on your arm tighten with every one of his words and you instinctively lean away from the boy. you can hear him chuckling again before he finally goes to stand on the other side of kitchen counter top, directly in front of you. the boy is wearing a shirt for once, a plain black tee but it’s enough to have you totally weak in the knees. it’s almost unfair how good looking jake sim was.

“th- thanks for that jake, i feel so much better.”

“anytime. if you ever need to relax, just come to my room.”

the mere thought of being in his room alone with him was enough to cause a knot in your chest so you couldn’t even imagine how you’d actually be like if it happened.

you’re definitely blushing now and he’d have to be blind not to notice.

“i’m starving,” he probes his tongue against his cheek as his eyes blatantly ventures to the area a little below your face, “i’m going to order burgers for dinner, want to join me?”

“tha- that’s okay i already ate. you enjoy though.”

“okay. if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

you smile politely at him and begin to speed walk to your room, hoping that he wouldn’t notice just how nervous he was actually making you. his lack of movements tells you that he’s still standing there, obviously watching you.

one month down, five to go.

end.

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avenging-fandoms · 3 years

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the way i want rafe to grab me by my neck and just kiss me roughly. just to prove that you're his girl. and no one elses.

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

rafe was easily jealous, and now he knew what you saw after the last time he got jealous. even though he knew it, he still denied it, just because he hated to be wrong.

the annual bonfire, how fitting for rafe's jealousy. where the pogues and the kooks and everyone in between all gathered for a night of celebrating life. or, in most cases, ending in a fight.

rafe opened your door for you and you hopped out of his car, holding onto his hand as you two walked to the fire. you wore your favorite shorts, a loose tank top that showed your cleavage, and one of rafe's button ups. rafe wasn't possessive, never telling you how to dress. at the end of the day, no matter how many men looked at you, he knew you loved him and he was the one with you.

except, of course, for john b routledge. like establish before, rafe still believed a small part of you loved john b, even though you already explained it was middle school and it didn't count.

you look at rafe and kiss him softly, squeezing his hand. "i'm going to go get a drink, you want one?" rafe nods and kisses you again, letting your fingertips fall from his as you walk to the drink table, trying to find something good.

"if you can't find anything, i have some teas in the back of the twinkie" john b came up from behind you and you smile, giving him a hug. "anything good?"

"now that you said you have teas, that's all i'm going to think about" john b laughed and you grabbed a beer for rafe. john b wrapped an arm over your shoulders and you two headed over to the twinkie.

"oh look who it is!" jj smiled and you gave him a fist bump, waving to pope and hugging kiara and sarah. you grabbed a twisted tea and cheers with the pogues, rafe coming up from behind you.

"i thought you got lost" he smiled and you handed him his beer. the pogues got quiet when they saw rafe, and you inhaled sharply.

"why don't we go stand by the fire, i'm kind of chilly" you lie and rafe nods, and you wave your fingers at your friends.

"i have a shit load more teas when you run out!" john b yelled and you lifted your can, rafe sighing. the pogues started to chatter about something incoherent as you and rafe headed towards the noise.

"you my girl?" rafe asked as he swallowed the last of his beer, throwing his can to the ground. you furrow your eyebrows and smile, setting your can down. "hm?"

"of course i'm your girl, rafe, i'm wearing your ring for fuck's sake" you smile but his hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head up and kissing you roughly. you let out a surprised sigh, holding his arm as you kissed him back.

the noise seem to die down as you kissed him. his tongue tasted of beer and mint from his gum. he moved his hand to behind your neck, your arms around his neck. "say it, yn" he mumbled against your mouth.

"i'm your girl, rafe cameron. only yours" you mumble and kiss his teeth as he grins. "rafe.. take me home.." you kiss him again and he backs you up slowly.

"i want to hear you scream you're my girl, baby" rafe whispered and you laughed, the both of you basically running to the car.

you two weren't there for even an hour, clearly you two had more important plans. you two came back, but everyone knew what happened, thanks to the hickeys on your boobs and the hickeys on rafe's neck.

rafe didn't care if you went over to john b for a new twisted tea, because now john b could see the hickeys rafe left on your skin.

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goldentsum · 3 years

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━ pretty submissives.

CHARACTERS: miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, and suna rintarou

WARNING: smut, 18+ content, bdsm, sex toys, pretty subs who cry, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mommy kink, hard dom! reader, soft dom! reader, lingerie on males, maid outfits on males, degradation, praising, anal play (male receiving), oral sex, handjob, riding

AUTHOR’S NOTE: seeing the “doms” become subs and cry makes me so excited! sub! male characters supremacy!!!

part 2 - tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, kuroo

— atsumu ♡

• a brat and a masochist

• likes it when you go hard on him. make him cry. hurt him. atsumu likes it. he loves it even!

• when you manhandle him, not giving a fuck about how loud he is and just chasing your own pleasure, using him, makes him whiny and it triggers his orgasm!

• slap him, spank him, mark him, degrade him, he’ll cum untouched!

• atsumu’s a cocky little shit outside of the bedroom, telling people how dom he is but you both know who moans like a little bitch when spanking sessions goes a little harder than usual.

• his expressions are the best! his usual cocky smirk turning into a lewd face. eyes rolling back to his head, mouth wide open as drool trails down his chin, and a delicious red blush on his cheeks. the way he shivers and trembles under you is breathtaking.

• if you overstim him, he’ll cry and scream, jerking violently on the bed. he becomes really sensitive, even more sensitive than normal, and he comes way too quickly but he recovers fast so dw~

• sub! atsumu is super fun to play with especially when he’s being a brat about it.

• but your aftercare makes him super soft! he gets really cuddly afterwards! clean him up though or he’ll whine about it in the morning.

“i-it’s too much-!” atsumu cried, your hand still stroking him. the mess from his earlier orgasms makes it easier to stroke him back to hardness. his thighs quivered at the intense pleasure, sensitive from the past orgasms.

you smirked down at your boyfriend, loving the way he tremble and weep. his face was a mess, drool on his lips and chin and tears running down his cheek, his nose red. atsumu gasped when you placed the bullet vibrator against his spent cock, the intense buzzing making him shriek.

his moans are so cute. so pretty and loud.

your eyes admired his bruises and hickeys. his inner thighs red from your bites, chest covered with scratches, and his neck with your lovebites.

“have you learned your lesson, tsum?” you hummed absentmindedly, still running the vibrator along his length while you other hand squeezed and massaged his cock’s swollen and red head. atsumu whimpered, hips thrusting.

“y-yes! please! i-i can’t come again! it hurts!” he whined, squirming on the bed. new set of tears running down his cheeks from the pleasure.

“hmm~ give me another one then i’ll believe that you’ve learned your lesson” atsumu moaned at that and let his head plop down back on the pillows, eyes closing from your actions. brows furrowed, mouth opening again to let out series of broken moans.

you removed the vibe making atsumu sigh in relief, breath stuttering a bit. he panted, chest heaving.

you snickered at the fucked out expression on him. the calm moment quickly dissipate as he choked on a moan when you wrapped your lips around his cock, tongue swiping at the swollen head and your hand massaging the prominent vein that run along his cock.

“aAAH-!” raspy moans escaped the male, hips jerking as you started to bob your head. atsumu hics as his lips trembles

if anyone asked you what was your favorite moment was with your boyfriend, it was definitely when he’s like this. when he’s your little slut.

— osamu ♡

• a soft princess~ <3

• he will do anything you ask. model a piece of lingerie? he’s already wearing it. show you how he touch himself? done. lay on your lap for his spanking session? he’s there. asap.

• osamu is a obedient baby but he still gets a little playful at time, testing your dom side.

• but when you turn hard dom on him, he’ll cry. in anticipation and in excitement.

• if you deny his orgasm, he’s gonna cry. even if it’s only one orgasm, he’ll whine and tells to you that he has been a good boy. only a good boy. no bad boy!

• a crybaby!!

• he’s already sensitive normally but if you deny him his orgasm, he gets really antsy and get really sensitive making him squirm and pout.

• if you degrade him, he’ll be really pouty and teary! only praises for baby samu!

• tell him how pretty he is. praise how well he fucks you. tell him that you like it that he’s your obedient little princess. he’ll be putty in your hands~

• if you bring food in the bedroom, licking it off him. he’ll get really shy! also, if he sees the food outside the bedroom, he’ll probably remember what you did and get hard pft

• samu loves the feeling of your tongue on him!

“tsk. you’ve been really bad, princess” you scolded, watching osamu whine. a pretty laced collar on his neck, his body shivering as you massaged his prostate.

“n-no! ‘m good-!” he whimpers out, hips grinding down to your fingers. you spanked his ass, gripping the red flesh. osamu gasped at the impact, eyes rolling back to his skull.

you thrust your fingers in his ass, his tight walls clenching down. your other hand went to his balls, cupping it tightly. osamu mewled, tongue sticking out of his mouth. his body shuddering when the tips of your fingers brushed again and again against his prostate.

“really now? you don’t remember that you were being a brat earlier when mommy had to work?”

osamu sobbed, toes curling when your fingers quickened. his teeth biting down his lips. he sniffled and stared up at you, eyes teary and red from being denied his orgasm 3 times now.

“’m sorry, w-wanted mommy’s a-attention!” he confessed, body quivering. you stopped making him whine at the lost of pleasure. taking your fingers out of him, you climbed on top of him.

leaning closer to him, you kissed his lips. he chased your lips, desperate for your affection. osamu opened his mouth, an invitation to slither your tongue in. you hummed in appreciation and entered your tongue in his cavern, playing with his tongue.

the male moaned against your mouth as you swallowed his pretty moans. his body violently jerked, surprised at the pleasure, when you started grinding your clothed pussy on his sensitive cock. he cried, trying to make you quicken your slow grinding.

you moved away from his lips, his gasps echoing in the room as he quivered under you. your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on the soft skin.

“you wanted mommy’s attention? you have it, princess~”

— sakusa ♡

• a touch-starved baby!

• please handle with care :(

• pretty boy gets embarrassed really easily so please tone down the teasing. but i don’t blame you if you want to try. he gets really red, the contrast of the red on his pale skin and dark hair is stunning!

• stare at him while you pleasure him and he becomes more responsive, your eyes makes him squirm!

• loves it when you suck him off, admiring his body. do not degrade or he’ll be really hurt about it and might not do anything for a longgg timeee

• any form of physical affection makes him really shy and he’s really embarrassed when he pops a boner because of it! even if it’s the most innocent touch, a sudden boner will pop out of nowhere.

• when you overstim him, his pretty dark eyes gets shiny with tears and turns half-lidded as he blubbers incoherent words.

• if you give him gifts, lingerie and/or collars, he would react strongly at first! getting shy and being a tsundere but as soon as he wears it and you praise him, telling him how he looks so good, it’ll make him super happy!

• please wash him after the fun though, the gentle atmosphere contrasting from what happened earlier makes sakusa soft. he loves your hands. running up and down his body, caressing the skin that no one but you gets to touch.

water splashed against the large tub as you rode omi. his breath getting more uneven and hitching when you clench down at him.

sakusa hid his warm and red face at the crook of your neck, he can’t look at you. if he does now, he feels like he’ll cum just from the way you look at him with pure desire.

you run your fingers through his wet dark locks, massaging his scalp. sakusa moaned against your wet skin, lips biting down on his bottom lip as he tried to muffled the loud moans that was threatening to escape him.

“don’t hide your pretty moans, baby~ let me hear you” you whispered, hips moving faster, loving the way sakusa’s large cock hits your sweet spot dead on and the way the tip reach so deep inside you.

the dark-haired male whined, hands gripping your hips as his legs shook. he panted against your neck making you shiver when his hot breath hit your cold skin.

you let your hands rest on sakusa’s wide shoulders, using it to help you move up and down on his cock. you hummed in satisfaction when you hear his moans getting louder and you tugged his hair, making him look at you. you looked at him in awe and lust.

he’s so pretty. his dark eyes half-lidded as it gleam with tears and lust. lips red from the earlier biting. the red blush across his cheeks and neck was absolutely delectable.

“you getting close, omi?” you whispered as he nodded, whining, brows furrowing. you leaned closer and started littering his neck with bites, breaking the skin.

sakusa moaned at that, hips thrusting up making you moan when his cock grazed your cervix. you licked the column of his neck then slid your tongue into his open mouth.

he kissed you back with a hint of timidness, still a bit shy. he let you take the lead with the kiss as always. omi loved the way your dominance oozes out of you but still maintaining this certain softness that makes his heart full.

omi gasped into the kiss when your fingers pinched his nipple, rolling it sensually. you broke the kiss and looked down at him, a lazy smirk on your lips as your hips rolled.

“you’re so pretty, omi~”

you loved the way his body reacts with praises. his eyes rolling into his head, head threw back, and mouth open. you trailed one hand to his lips, fingers going into mouth and played with his sleek tongue. sakusa moaned against your fingers, sucking and working on your fingers like a good baby he is~

— suna ♡

• a pillow princess!

• he loves it when he just lays there, letting you do all the work, as you work him into his high~

• suna loves it when you dress him up, caressing his skin.

• lingerie and maid outfits with cat ears are his faves! thigh high socks are also his go to!

• and when you praise him, cooing at him about how good he looks and your fingers playing with the bell on his collar makes his heart skip a beat

• suna also has a masochistic side! all soft sex aside, he loves it when you fuck him hard. use him for your own pleasure, remind him of his place. also after sex when he looks in the mirror, seeing the bruises you give him rises a weird satisfaction in him

• he would let you do anything! just talk about it with him before actually doing it.

• pretty boy looks good in dresses! his small waist is amazing!

• i said it once and i’ll say it again, he’s a pretty pillow princess!

• he loves the way you stalk towards him, eyes dark and filled with lust. it makes him squirm with excitement, waiting for your next move.

• fucking him while his ass is stretched by a butt plug that’s attached to a tail, his maid outfit messy and covered with his cum, and his bell ringing every time you fuck him would make him so dazed and fucked out!

“what a cute kitten you are, rin~” you cooed, fingers trailing on his bruised back down to the crack of his ass then to his ass where the tail hang. you grinned and pushed the plug deeper inside him, marveling at the way his body arch and his whines getting louder.

the skirt of the maid outfit was bundled up on his waist, showing his pretty ass to you. you then tugged a bit at the tail, suna whimpering at the way the butt plug drag against his walls.

you then turned him around, manhandling him to the way you like. suna looked up at you with dazed eyes, his thick cock standing proudly against his stomach, the now soiled lacy panties pushed down to his thighs.

“fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous” you praised. suna moaned when you held his cock, stroking him as you positioned yourself up on his thighs and lined him to your folds.

the male gulped at the sight of you and relished the way you slowly sunk down to his length. your moans mixing together, savoring the stretch of suna’s dick and the way your walls sucked him in.

once he bottomed out, you panted on top of him and your hands on his chest, touching the soft fabric of his outfit, steadying yourself.

“p-please move... please..” you heard after a little bit, you gazed down at him and smirked. hands fondling his chest, admiring the way his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped and the way the bell on his neck, rung.

“want me to move, kitten?” suna nodded, opening his lips to slur out pleads. how can you deny the cute kitty when he moans so prettily for you so you started moving, clenching down on his dick. the way his cock felt was amazing as always, filling you up so good.

suna moaned when you started going faster, his hands gripped at the blankets beneath him. he laid on the mattress, moaning like crazy, letting you ride him to oblivion.

you cooed, panting a bit, as you admired him. you reached down and tipped his chin towards you. he opened his fucked out eyes to gaze at you, a blush coating his cheeks.

“you should see yourself right now, baby boy. you look absolutely delicious~”

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your best friend has been dying to know the guy you’ve been fooling around with since your twenty-first birthday; you wish you could tell her, but the mystery man is no other than her father.

genre: smut, age gap, best friend’s dad au

warnings: 18+. DILF KUROO. dubcon, manipulation, slight somnophilia, spanking, pussyjob, alcohol consumption, dumbification, hair pulling, virginity loss (...social construct), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, daddy issues, dirty talk, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, choking, spitting, mating press, clit spanks, begging, fingering, slight exhibitionism, finger sucking, tie kink(?? he makes you wear his tie so...)

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: for @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab! thank you so much for letting me join! shoutout to @stopisa for that ✨lovely✨ dilf convo. (dilf kuroo AAAAAAAAAAAAAA) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @meiansmistress and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for editing and beta reading <33

[12:24 PM]

“come on! you have to tell me who he is!”

you grip the handle of your spoon harder than normal, hoping your best friend doesn’t see your reaction.

you open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off with a comment that makes shame and embarrassment burn through your body.

“you guys were really loud last night! well, you were. i didn’t hear so much as a peep from your man—well aside from the occasional murmurs, which i’m pretty sure was dirty talk…” she trails off, looking lost in thought.

you squirm and wince at the wet pool between your legs. the wet pool being cum that he told you to keep warm just before he left.

she sees your discomfort and laughs at your predicament, clearly thinking it was the aftermath of a hard night of fucking—it was, but she didn’t need to know about the sticky cum that was still inside your pussy.

“he clearly fucked your brains out! at least one of us is getting dick!” she exclaims, her lips forming into a pout as she takes her finished bowl of ramen to the sink and rinses it with water.

yeah, you are getting dick—not just anyone’s dick, however, because it’s her father’s.

your stomach churns at the thought, not from disgust, but from guilt and shame. you are way past getting disgusted with what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

not when her father never fails to make you cum at least three times in one night, not when he calls you his good girl and cockslut, and certainly not when you called him over last night because you were so pent up and you needed your daddy’s cock.

last night…

“you’re such a cockslut,” kuroo growled, his balls slapping against your ass as he delivered a hard thrust that had you creaming and moaning all over his cock. you bunched the sheets in your hands, wincing with slight discomfort when he folded your body in half while he pounded relentlessly inside you.

“you should see how dumb you look with your eyes all crossed and teary while your tits are bouncing everywhere.”

you squealed when he roughly flipped you on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips as he entered you once more. he lifted one hand and slapped your ass in sync with his thrusts.

“so drunk on my cock now, huh? can’t live without it, hm?” kuroo taunted you, one hand squeezing your hip while the other spanked your ass until it was burning with pain. you moaned words incoherently, tongue lolling out as drool seeped from the corners of your mouth.

“daddy! more, please!” you moaned loudly, toes curling from the pleasure.

“you’re brave for calling me over, knowing that only a thin wall is separating you from my daughter’s room,” he hissed, pounding your pussy from behind.

“but i guess that doesn’t matter to you anymore as long as i fill this dirty pussy with my. hot. cum—fuck!” he ended each word with a hard thrust, cursing when your tight cunt clamped down on him.

“faster, daddy! your cock’s filling up my pussy so well—oh my god!” you screamed, partly aware that you shouldn’t scream his name, for fear that your debauchery with your best friend’s father would be revealed too soon.

kuroo indulged you, teeth bared as he pushed your back into a deeper arch, making his cock reach places he hadn’t before. you winced when his large cock teased the entrance of your cervix. it was always a trip taking him—no matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always stretched your pussy wide open.

“w-wait, it h-hurts daddy!” you whined, moving forward to escape the brutal thrusts of his hips so you could adjust your position. he growled in disapproval, tightening his grip on your hips as he roughly pulled you back on his dick.

“take my cock. i know you can do it, whore.” he hissed, moving your body back and forth on his cock like you were a fuckdoll. you moaned from both pain and pleasure as kuroo guided your hips, fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

you cried out when kuroo tugged your hair from its roots, pulling your body upright until your back met his sweaty chest. “yeah that’s a good fucking pussy. come on slut, squeeze daddy’s cock,” he whispered in your ear, teeth biting your earlobe.

“d-daddy i can’t—i’m going to cum!” you squealed, voice cracking as your body started shaking from your fast approaching orgasm.

“i’m going to cum too, baby—and don’t you fucking dare waste my cum,” he growled, wrapping his arms around your body.

you fell forward on your shaking arms, sheets bunched tightly in your fingers as moans and whimpers freely fell from your lips.

“i want it to stay inside your dirty cunt until tomorrow,” he ordered you, reaching for your arms and holding your wrists in one hand, the other slapping your already swollen ass.

you cried out when your face was smothered by the sheets, drool staining the pillow as the headboard continuously thumped against the wall. your body shook with his thrusts, breasts swaying with the movement.

“i want you to look my daughter in the eye and have a normal conversation with her—just like you always do—while you’re thinking about how slutty you are with her father’s cum inside your pussy.”

that was last night. a couple hours ago, if you were to be specific, since kuroo fucked you until you passed out on your bed. you only woke up when your best friend practically broke the door down—bed empty of him, thank god—saying that she made lunch. she looked pretty disheveled herself and she blamed it on your headboard hitting the wall all throughout the night.

you buried your face into the pillow to cover your guilty expression, groaning at the movement because your body was aching all over. she laughed and left you to your own devices, still recovering from him.

he has a crazy appetite for a man his age, to be honest. he may be an older man but he fucks like a teenage boy who recently discovered sex and became hypnotized by the pleasure of it. you lost count of how many times your best friend—his daughter—almost caught you and him fucking around in the apartment, their house, and even his car.

it wasn’t always like this though. there was a time when you only saw him as a fatherly figure and not someone who regularly uses you as a cocksleeve.

maybe it was the way he looked so good with a five-o-clock shadow, or how even with salt and pepper hair, he still acted youthfully. perhaps it was his signature cocky grin that lured your younger and more impressionable self towards him.

in truth, it was your daddy issues that led you to him.

you met your best friend the summer after high school. you bonded quickly over your common interests and quickly learned that it was just her and her dad. she confided in you and told you how lonely he was and she hoped that he would meet a nice and loving woman to take care of him. you comforted her and reassured her that he would meet that woman. if you only knew.

you couldn’t help but admit to yourself how envious you were of her and her father’s relationship, seeing as the one with your own was non-existent. you couldn’t wait to meet him, hoping that he would treat you as his second daughter since your best friend was basically your sister.

she failed to tell you—because why would she?—that her father is an attractive and charming specimen of a man his age. his eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed and his feline eyes would always look at you with warmth and tenderness.

you sigh as you put your chin on your fist, the sounds of dishwashing and humming filling your ears as you play the events that eventually led to your risky love affair with her dad.

you really feel ashamed, but it wasn’t your fault that her dad is so good to you. from the moment you met him, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. it was obviously innocent and familial at first, until it turned to something darker, more carnal.

his glances gradually became lingering and he started giving you sly winks that left you burning with desire. you tried so hard to fight it too, but you were too weak against his sweet talk and honey voice.

it was a year or two later that he finally made a move on you.

you figured that with a job that caused him to be in constant public eye, he would avoid fooling around with girls that were decades younger than him, but even with the heavy implications of a scandal, it still didn’t stop him from devouring you.

it all started one night when he invited you guys over, claiming that he missed the both of you. your best friend told you to go first because she was going to be out for her tutoring session. you internally shivered at the thought of being alone with him, not knowing what was going to happen once you were confined in a small space.

the sexual tension was so thick when you arrived and next thing you knew, you had your back on the dining table, legs spread in the air, with his mouth sucking and slurping on your pussy. you came with a scream of his name, cumming so hard for the first time in your life that your body ended up convulsing.

he had laughed at how blissed out you looked. “you taste even better than what i imagined, baby. thanks for the meal,” he purred, winking at you and leaving you to process what happened, hand wiping off the juices from his face as he went back to cooking dinner.

his daughter finally showed up and your face burned the entire time, unable to look her in the eye because not only did her father make you cum minutes prior, but he also was a tease and had his fingers inside your panties while talking to her, fingers slowly tracing circles on your clit.

the topic of conversation was your living situation. he was never happy about how the two of you wanted to live alone together because he insisted that it was better if you guys lived with him. at first you thought it was him being overprotective, but you came to understand it was because he wanted easy access to you.

he ended up fucking your throat that night out of sheer frustration, punishing you for being a bad girl and wanting to be away from your daddy.

you partly hoped it was a one time thing, but you were proven wrong when you had a movie night and your best friend dozed off on the long couch housing the three of you.

kuroo was under your blanket and between your legs in an instant. your shorts hung off of one ankle while he pushed your panties to the side.

“daddy! we shouldn’t be doing this—fuck!” you moaned as his lips sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue lapping up your slick.

“guess you just have to be quiet then, kitten,” he teased you. you arched your back and bit your lip to muffle your scream when he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt while his lips played with your clit.

you had no idea how your best friend didn’t wake up to the sounds of your muffled moans and whimpers, but that thought went away when you started riding her father’s face and cumming all over his mouth.

you became needier after that, eventually losing the hesitancy of being pleasured by him. instead, you anticipated the times when he would make you cum.

the deal was sealed on the night of your twenty-first birthday.

night of your birthday…

“hey girl, the postman came and said this was for you!” your friend slurred, clearly having had too much to drink for just a small and intimate celebration for your twenty-first.

you’d been buzzing the whole day, both from the alcohol and anticipation of what was going to happen later. you woke up to numerous happy birthday texts until you came across the one you’ve been so excited to see. your cunt gushed when you saw your daddy’s text, letting out a little moan at what he said.

happy twenty-first, kitten. you better be wearing my gift when i come over because i’m going to fuck your little pussy tonight.

you sucked in a breath as your face flushed. you held the smooth black nondescript box that was elegantly wrapped with a crimson satin ribbon. you had a pretty solid guess of what was inside and your best friend had as well, because she wiggled her eyebrows and teased you. you sighed, like father, like daughter.

how you were still able to look her in the eye after everything you’ve done and what you’re going to do with her dad is beyond you. his mouth, tongue, fingers—soon to be his cock—truly hypnotized and consumed your conscience and only left neediness in its wake.

you ducked your head to hide the embarrassment on your face while the rest of your friends that came over jeered and whistled as you walked towards your room to leave the box on your bed for safekeeping.

you left it sitting in the center of the bed and went back to the living room to enjoy, skin tingling the whole time in anticipation for your daddy...

you closed the door after saying goodbye to the last group of people and turned to your best friend. “thank you for the lovely little get together,” you thanked her shyly.

“you’re welcome, darling, but i’m sure the main event is just about to happen. tone it down a little, yeah?” she smirked at you, eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled on the way to her room.

you sighed, the guilt that was momentarily forgotten reared its head once more when you were finally alone in your room. it went away again when you studied the gift kuroo gave, nimble fingers leaving light touches on the box settled on your lap as you untied the ribbon.

you rummaged through the white crepe paper until you saw pieces of red lace that were as red as the ribbon that tied the box. he always loved the color, so it wasn’t a surprise that the lingerie he gifted you was of the same shade. your fingers shook when you took them out in front of you. these can barely cover anything, you gulped.

you caught a tinge of gold in the corner of your eye and saw that there was a white card peeking out amongst the paper. the card was lined with gold embellishments and there was a short message printed in red.

kitten, wear these for me. - k.t.

and who are you to not follow daddy’s orders?

you placed the garments at your side and set the box on the floor. you began to undress, removing your cotton bra and panties which you threw on the floor, somehow landing inside the open box.

your naked body was exposed to the cool air and you shivered, head buzzing and eyes slightly drooping from the alcohol you consumed. you took the lace with delicate fingers and gasped upon inspection of the panties.

you were taken aback by the design because not only did it lack enough cloth to cover your entire lower region, but they were crotchless. your mouth dried at the obscenity, hazy mind playing images of kuroo rutting into you without having to remove anything.

that was most likely his intention after all. you slowly stood up from the bed and softly moaned at the slickness between your thighs, pussy clearly excited and aching for his dick. you slipped your legs through them and grabbed the matching bra. you moaned when you clipped it on, nipples hardening when the lacy pattern rubbed against them.

you might as well be wearing nothing with the way you barely felt the fabric against your sensitive skin. you yawned as you laid on your back, the numerous glasses of wine you drank finally caught up with you.

you tried to fight it, you really did. but you were fighting a losing battle with your eyes and besides, you were only going to close them for a bit. you’d wake up before your daddy comes over, right?

you ended up dozing off. you woke up with a moan, alcohol already flushed out of your body. you slightly squirmed as you felt something wet on your tits and a moving pressure in your pussy. you slowly opened your eyes and found a large body looming over you.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you?” kuroo asked, lips pulling away from your clothed nipple with a pop when he realized that you were finally awake.

“three fucking years. yet you had the audacity to be asleep when i arrived? i’m going to wreck your slutty pussy, whore,” he growled as he scissored his long fingers inside your pussy faster. you cried out in pleasure, hands reaching for his wrist as you tried to slow his movements.

“d-daddy, i’m sorry!” you cried as you arched your back. he just grunted and removed his wet fingers from your cunt. you whimpered at the loss because his fingers always felt so good when they moved inside of you. he stared you down instead, large hands loosening his red tie—you noticed that it matched the lingerie you were wearing—and promptly removed it.

he bit his lip as he reached down and made you wear it instead, cock twitching in his pants as he reveled at the sight of you wearing his gift, and in his favorite color no less. he unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles rippling from the movement.

even though he didn’t play volleyball all that much anymore, he still maintained his toned body. if it weren’t for his salt and pepper hair, you wouldn’t think he was decades older than you. not that it mattered, anyway.

“you look so sexy in red, kitten,” he whispered, the sound of his belt unbuckling mixing with your heavy breathing. you gulped when you saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, eyes widening at the sheer size of him. he stepped out of his pants and smirked when he saw your reaction.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty. can’t believe i waited this long to fuck it,” he hissed as he spread your legs, your crotchless panties baring your pussy to his eyes, making them twitch under his scrutiny.

he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock on your slit between your folds. you moaned at the stimulation, thankful that he didn’t thrust inside immediately because that would’ve been more painful than pleasurable.

“i was e-eighteen when we first met, y-you could’ve fucked me—oh that feels good—any t-time you wanted to, why didn’t you?” you stuttered as you shivered from the pleasure his slick cock was giving you.

you planted your feet flat on the bed as you took hold of his cock and humped it with fervor, moaning at the slick sounds it made with your lower lips.

kuroo hissed at the increase in stimulation, warm hands grabbing the back of your thighs and folding your legs toward your chest as he thrusted faster between your folds. you moaned louder as you let go of his throbbing cock to bunch the sheets in your fingers.

“you know what they say, good things come to those who wait,” he grunted, hips thrusting faster, making your pussy wetter and slicker.

“besides, you were still a shy and innocent girl back then—until i corrupted you, obviously,” he teased you as he moved one hand to your mouth, inserting his fingers between your lips. you moaned as you sucked, slightly tasting yourself on his fingers.

“i don’t think you could’ve handled this big...fat...cock,” he grunted as he clenched his jaw from the pleasure.

“but now? now you’re my little whore who’s about to know what it feels like to get fucked by a man,” he growled, separating himself from your body. you whimpered, arms reaching out for him but he held your wrists in one hand and placed them above your head.

“you’re already dumb when i fuck you with my mouth and fingers...they’re nothing compared to my dick,” he said frankly, fingertips lightly teasing your puffy clit, aching from the lack of release from the continuous stimulation of his cock. he let go of your wrists and moved his hand to your thigh, fingers circling your skin.

“i-i don’t think your cock will f-fit daddy,” you said in a small voice, staring at his twitching cock.

“nonsense baby, i trained you to deepthroat me, remember?” he reminded you, memories of all the times you sucked his cock filling both your minds.

“i’m going to train this pussy as well. you’ll be begging me to never leave your cunt after i’m done with you,” he declared, positioning himself between your legs again.

“now hump my cock again, kitten. faster this time,” he ordered you, fitting his cock between your lower lips once more.

“yeah just like that—fuck,” he groaned when you ground your clit with more force on his shaft. you cried out at the movement, pussy gushing out more of your juices.

“you like that, hm? like how you’re making my cock wet with your slick?” he taunted you, fingers squeezing the skin of your thigh as he rutted his hips faster.

“can’t wait for me to—shit—bottom out in that tight cunt?” he growled, basking in the heat emanating from your pussy.

you moaned loudly, hips rolling as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to burst. your breasts were freely swaying with each movement your hips made. you threw your head back as your mouth fell open, uncaring of the volume of your cries and whimpers.

“i’m cumming, daddy!” you screamed, pussy clenching around nothing as you drenched your daddy’s cock with your cum. kuroo followed suit, groaning loudly when he released his cum all over your stomach, staining the front of your barely-there panties.

“such a dumb cockslut, you came by just humping my cock?” he teased you. your face warmed in embarrassment, hiding your face in the pillows. kuroo chuckled, honey eyes glinting in mischief. well, he came by just humping your pussy, so he was one to talk.

he spread your lower lips, puffy clit exposed to the air. you shivered at the chill but quickly yelped when he spanked your clit a few times.

“d-daddy!” you exclaimed but he just laughed at you. “just wanted to slap your clit, baby,” he chuckled, hand slapping it once more.

you tried to squirm away from his spanks but he held you in place. he held his throbbing cock with one hand and guided it back to your clenching hole. he rubbed the tip against your sensitive clit before inserting his cock in your pussy.

“t-too big daddy!” you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as his cockhead went past your tight muscle.

“shh baby, i know you can do it. you can take my cock, yeah that’s a good girl,” he cooed, palm flat against your stomach with his thumb rubbing the skin. you sucked in a breath as he slowly slipped his cock inside your virgin pussy inch by inch.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good with my fat cock that you won’t even care if my daughter catches us,” he growled when he bottomed out. you whimpered at the force of his sudden thrust and the implication of what he said. he only let you adjust to his large cock for a few moments before he started thrusting lazily.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted you as his thrusts increased in speed and strength. you moaned louder, body shaking with the thrusting of his hips.

“n-no s-stop! she’s going to hear you!” you begged, voice cracking when he folded your body in half. he began pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, the slick sounds of skin meeting skin filling the air and making you lightheaded from the pleasure.

“so? i dare you to scream my name, slut. watch her bust that door down,” he mocked you, hands pushing your knees further up your chest. you whimpered at the stretch, the sounds of the headboard thumping against the shared wall only served to make you clench around your daddy’s cock.

“fuck—how do you think her face would look when she sees you taking my cock like a good little bitch?” he growled when he felt you squeeze his cock. he grunted as he thrusted faster, balls slapping against your ass.

“yeah just like that, you want me to cum inside you? fill this slutty pussy to the brim? fuck my cum so deep into your pussy that you’ll get pregnant?” kuroo groaned, throwing his head back as he felt his abdomen tighten, the signal that his orgasm was fast approaching.

you held your bouncing tits in your hands, his silk tie only adding to your pleasure as it rubbed against your sensitive skin. “n-no please!” you pleaded, tears falling from your eyes.

“you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked, jaw clenching because he was stopping himself from cumming immediately. he wanted to spill all of his load in one go, after all.

“y-yes daddy b-but—!” you squealed, stinging pain blooming in your chest when kuroo pinched your nipple.

“then take my fucking cum, whore,” he demanded, cock throbbing because he was so ready to spill all of his hot cum.

“n-no daddy! please don’t cum inside me!” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tongue lolling out as his cock hit your g-spot.

“shut up and take it,” he growled, hands squeezing your waist as his thrusts grew erratic.

he groaned loudly when he saw your fucked out face, thrusting so deep that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix. his hot cum spurting out of his cock as he filled your pussy.

“daddy you’re cumming so much—oh my god!” you screamed as you came with him, legs shaking from the intense fucking.

“your cum’s filling up my pussy, fuck and it feels so hot too!” you cried out, throat raw from the sounds that came out of your mouth ever since he came inside your room.

kuroo removed his hands from your waist—one hand snaking around your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides as he rode your pussy to prolong his orgasm.

his other hand moved to straighten your leg, rubbing your outer thigh while he cooed at you. “you like my cum, baby?” he asked softly, hips slowly rocking back and forth. you whimpered, your overstimulated pussy aching from his never-ending thrusts.

his movements caused his cum to overflow and seep out the sides of his cock. the mixed fluids fell out of your pussy, sliding down your ass and drenching the sheets beneath you.

“don’t be shy, baby. you can tell daddy if you like his cum,” he encouraged you, leaning down to kiss you languidly on the lips.

“i-i love your cum daddy,” you tell him in between kisses.

“that’s my good girl. happy birthday, my sweet kitten.”

you open your eyes when your best friend throws the damp towel to your face. “quit daydreaming about him! you were moaning ‘daddy! daddy!’ like he was actually fucking you!” she yells while crossing her arms across her chest.

you duck your head in shame. great, now i’m even messier and wetter down there, you grumble. you wince when you hear the squelching sound—dear god i hope she didn’t hear it—as you shift to face her properly while she walks over to you.

“so! tell me more about him, what’s his name?” she asks animatedly, chin resting on her fists as she sits beside you on the island. you swallow thickly, a lump suddenly weighing down in your throat. you inhale a deep breath before coming up with a half-assed lie on the spot.

“he’s a shy and private guy...i’m not telling you his name yet because...i really want you to meet him in person, you know...?” you already know him—you’re related to him! you scream in your head.

your palms feel sweaty as your nerves are on the verge of frying themselves. you bite your lip while you rub your thighs together, wincing immediately as you feel her dad’s cum drench your panties and shorts further.

“well, judging by your reaction right now and the sounds last night, he’s not really the shy type when it comes to bedroom activities,” your best friend pouts at your secrecy and then smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

your face burns in embarrassment and guilt, if only she knew she was talking about her dad.

“anyway, i’m going to the library right now, i’m so done with this paper,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“take care and have fun laz—dad! what’s up? what brings you here?” she squeals in delight when she sees him and jumps into her father’s arms while he kisses the top of her head.

your pussy quivers at the sight of your daddy, and when his eyes land on you, he winks deviously then places his daughter back on the floor.

“can’t i visit my favorite girls on my day off?” he says to her while looking at you. your best friend is clearly oblivious to the desire that was swimming in her father’s sharp eyes.

“well, i’m going to the library to finish my paper. you guys can hang out in the meantime, but don’t watch our show without me!” she says as she walks out the door and ends her sentence with a click.

kuroo locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting like a predator. he picks your body up and sits on the chair, settling you on his lap and wrapping his long arms around your middle. his large hand cups your cheek and he kisses you, earning a moan from your mouth when his tongue massages yours.

you kiss for a while and then he pulls away from your lips. he grabs your chin firmly, fingers squeezing your cheek open as he spits inside your mouth. you moan while swallowing his spit, hands reaching for his stubbled face before kissing each other sloppily once more.

“you keeping my cum warm for me, kitten?” he asks, lips separating from yours to leave kisses and nips on your jaw. you moan and squirm on his lap as his other hand sneaks inside the waistband of your shorts and inserts two thick fingers in your messy and dripping cunt.

“such a good girl for daddy. you kept his promise,” he growls lowly, biting the skin of your neck and leaving a mark which he soothes with his warm tongue.

“i think my kitten deserves a reward, hm? would you like that?” he asks you, fingers curling inside your tight walls.

“y-yes daddy!” you whimper, grinding your hips on his lap. he smirks and removes his fingers from your cunt and stands up from the chair. you whine at the loss of stimulation and he shushes you with his finger—the one he had inside of you seconds ago.

“let’s go to your room, shall we? daddy missed his favorite girl.”

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So I have a University assignment due at midnight, which I have absolutely zero motivation to do, but it did inspire this little piece.

Distractions

//AKA Dabi Distracts You From Your Work 💙

Dabi x Female Reader (NSFW)

Genre: smut, porn with very little plot involved, fluff

Includes: biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cock warming, teasing, pet names, fingering, crying (pleasure), after care, Dabi’s piercings

You can’t tell me that Dabi isn’t the type of guy who would gladly use sex as a means of distracting you from your work

Especially if he feels as though you’re paying too much attention to it and not him

And if you’re a university student, he would definitely fuck your brains out instead of letting you finish an assignment that he knew you had due

Maybe you make the mistake of letting him sit in your desk chair while you sit on his lap, so at least you can be close to him

He’d start off with his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it wouldn’t take long for his hands to begin to wander

One hand would drift down to your inner thigh, and begin tracing feather light patterns along the exposed skin he found there with the tips of his fingers, teasingly close to where you really want him to touch you

Meanwhile, his other hand has slipped under your shirt and is now toying with your nipples

And while all this is going on, you’re still desperately trying your best to concentrate, but it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to focus on typing out an essay when your boyfriend’s hands are doing sinful things to your body

It’s when he starts trailing his lips along your neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving tiny bruises behind that you give in to his touches

Dabi’s hand leaves its place on your thigh and his thumb hooks around the waist band of the skimpy pair of gym shorts you’d decided to wear around the house that day

You raise your hips, just enough for him to slide them down to your knees, where they fall and drop to the floor

He pops open the button on his jeans, and you swear you can feel yourself getting just that little bit wetter at the loud sound his zipper makes in the otherwise quiet apartment

His hands go to your hips, and he lowers you onto his achingly hard cock

A small gasp escapes your lips, you’d been careful not to brush up against his dick while you were working, not wanting to encourage Dabi’s teasing

You’d known he was horny, obviously, but you hadn’t realised how hard he truly was

The two of you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside your heat

You expect him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, but when he doesn’t you figure he wants you to be the one taking charge

Instead, his hands tighten around you warningly, and he keeps you seated firmly in his lap

“Don’t you have something to do, princess?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong angel.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well that if you turn your head to look at him, you’ll see one on his face

“Consider this your punishment for ignoring me.”

Part of you can’t believe Dabi is making you finish your assignment instead of fucking you, especially when his cock is buried inside you

Another part of you can totally believe it, knowing all too well what a tease your boyfriend can be

He sits back and begins drawing lazy circles around your throbbing clit

Somehow, you manage to type out a paragraph, and you think that maybe you can do this

Until Dabi decides to flex beneath you, the seemingly innocent movement making his dick twitch inside of you, driving you crazy from the stimulation

You could have tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to bend you over your desk and just fuck you already

Instead, he’d have the audacity to coo softly in your ear:

“Come on baby girl, I thought you needed to concentrate?”

But the moment you finish that assignment and submit it to your Professor, he’s pulling out of you and standing up so fast that the chair he’d been sitting on falls over backwards

He quickly manages to get rid of the few articles of clothing the two of you have left between you

Before you know it, Dabi has you bent over the desk, one hand tangled in your hair and the other at your hip in a grip so tight that it's bound to leave bruises. He thrusts into you rapidly, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin slapping together, and the obscene noise your cunt makes as he fucks into you fills the air of the studio apartment you share with him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum around Dabi’s cock, already pent up and overflowing from almost an hour's worth of Dabi teasing you. Your thighs are glistening as you let go, screaming his name so loudly that your neighbours are sure to file another noise complaint against the two of you come the evening. He releases his grip on your hair, trailing his fingers down your body until they rest between your thighs, and begin to draw circles around your clit once more. Gone are the slow, teasing touches from earlier his only focus is on making you scream out his name out for a second time before he cums. Dabi leans forward, his chest pressing flush against yours back, practically laying on top of you as he rails you without mercy. You realise that you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing into your back, and the mental image it conjures makes you clench around him. Dabi lets out a soft groan, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me,” he pants, his voice breathy as it caresses your neck. “So good and tight for me, fuck. Come again angel, one more time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“God Dabi, yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine, trailing off into a hiss at one particularly hard thrust. “Right there baby, I’m so close, fuck!”

Without missing a beat, he shifts himself slightly, angling his cock in a way that Dabi knew would have you seeing stars and hurtling over that precipice you were dangling from. You were convinced you could feel the tip of him pounding against your cervix, dragging deliciously against your walls in all his pierced glory as he brushed past that sweet spot hidden inside of you with each and every punishing thrust. This new angle, abusing your g-spot while his fingers danced over clit, your nipples being teased as they were dragged and pushed across the surface of your desk; All of it was proving to be too much for you. That coil deep inside of you winding tighter and tighter, rendering you all but incoherent. Your tipping point however, was when your boyfriend sunk his teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck. It wasn't quite hard enough to break the skin, but you knew without a doubt that he would leave one hell of a mark. The pain from his teeth sends pleasure arcing through your body like waves of electricity, going straight to your pussy, causing that tightly wound coil to snap as you threw yourself from the edge you had been hanging onto for dear life.

"Fuck Dabi, I'm coming, FUCK!" You sobbed, cheeks feeling suspiciously wet. The way your pussy fluttered around him was exactly what Dabi needed to find his own release, his pace becoming more and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, working you both through the shared orgasm. Your name left Dabi’s mouth in a loud moan that was practically pornographic. He came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, your combined release already beginning to seep out of you from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into your cunt.

Eventually, his thrusts come to a halt. Your face was pressed uncomfortably against your desk, and you were pretty sure there was a pen trapped beneath you, but at that moment you didn't quite have it in yourself to care. Your mind was pleasantly fogged over from the post orgasm haze, and had someone asked for your name in that given moment, it probably would have taken you a few minutes to recall.

The first thing you became aware of, was Dabi pressing a series of gentle kisses to your neck, paying particular attention to the large bite mark he had left in the heat of the moment. It throbbed slightly, but not unpleasantly so, soothed by the delicate pressure of his lips. Slowly, he pulled out, a small noise of displeasure escaping you at the sudden emptiness you felt with the absence of his cock. He pulled you up, and guided you gently over to the bed where the two of you collapsed together. His arms encircled your waist, gathering you up against his chest. Fingers began to play with your hair as your awareness slowly began to return, Dabi's lips now pressed gently to the top of your head.

"That was..." you trailed off, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah." He agreed, tracing patterns along your skin.

"I'm going to need a shower," you winced, feeling his cum already beginning to dry on you. You already dreaded the idea of getting up to leave the bed, knowing that by the time you did, your limbs would be feeling like jelly and there would surely be an ache settled between your thighs.

"Not yet," your boyfriend breathed. "I'll get up and get us a towel in a minute. Just, lie here with me for now, okay?"

"Okay," you murmured against him, not needing too much convincing.

"Maybe I should help you with your work more often, princess," he suggested, but was met with no reply. Dabi craned his neck to look down at you, only to realise that you had managed to fall asleep in his embrace.

Here’s that tag you asked for lovely, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing smut.

@simpforsadbois 💜

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