#but they brought a fucking cat toy up there while they were at it

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Kitten's Cream

Pairing: Shigadabi, Dabi/OC (Snowball)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @norsetenko. Shigaraki and Dabi were supposed to leave together for the week, it was a work trip, but it was going to be nice to be away for a while. Unfortunately, the heteromorphic quirk Tomura also tested on him was only supposed to last a few hours. Now he's a cat heteromorph with no good explanation they can offer the others about that if they're keeping the All For One quirk quiet, which means he's going to be locked in their room without anyone else for a week. It's a really good thing that Duster is happy to leave Snowball to take care of him, and the plushy-made-mortal is delighted to pamper their kitten.

Contents: Mommy kink, mommy dom, Cat!Dabi, lactation kink, oral sex, intercrural sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, subspace, PIV sex, overstimulation, come eating, sex toys, anal fingering, creampie, wet and messy, aftercare, daddy kink, lingerie

Word count: 7410

"I am never letting you try out another weird quirk on me." Dabi grumbles from where he's perched on the bed, his new set of ears pinned back against his head and his tail whipping behind him with similar agitation.

"You were the one who wanted me to try it." Tomura says as he packs his bag. He has to leave again, though, this time not for treatments with the doctor. Instead, he's heading to tour the rest of the bases with Re-Destro for the week. Unfortunately, since they've been trying very hard to hide the fact that Tomura has AFO's quirk, that means that even though Dabi had wanted to go with him on the trip, he's now confined to the League's wing until the cat parts wear off. The transformation quirk was supposed to bring out animalistic traits in whoever it hit, but Duster was told that it would only take effect for a few hours. But it hadn't worn off for a day and when Tomura contacted Ujiko to ask about the quirk in more depth, he had said it was a mis-type and it would likely last a week.

And yeah, he had been curious about it, he wanted to see what kind of animal he was in the eyes of this quirk. He did not want to be this for a week when he could be with Tomura instead. "This fucking sucks." He grumbles, trying to keep his new claws from sinking into their sheets.

"I know, firefly," Tomura comes over to him and sits on the edge of the bed, waiting. Like he really is a cat.

But it feels like it's all him when he does crawl across the bed to tuck himself into Tomura's side, his ears drooping a little and his tail curling needily around his wrist. He doesn't say anything else. It feels like they’ve hardly gotten a minute to themselves lately, and it's been miserable to deal with lately on top of all of the other work stress. They were already planning on having to do reports and other work online while they were gone for the tours, but at least they would be somewhere new in between. Now Dabi is still going to have to do that work, isolated in their room, without Tomura for a whole other week.

Duster pulls him close, stroking his hair, which always feels nice, but feels really, really good while he's a cat. Good enough, that despite the misery in his chest, he does start to purr softly. Tomura smells a little like spice and a lot like rain as he holds him and pets him for as long as he can spare. But he does have to leave, and all too soon he presses a kiss to the crown of Dabi's head, and he knows then that time is up. "Do you want Snowball while I'm gone?"

Despite his initial protests, and the subsequent mountains of embarrassment that he had to work through after Snowball had been brought to life and had taken on a sexy feminine form, Dabi had ended up, a few times now, letting Tomura use the quirk again. Rarely was it the three of them again, mostly Shig uses Snowball as a way for Dabi not to be lonely while he was away. It was the entire reason he'd gotten Snowball for him when it had only been a large plush moth. A purpose that just seemed melted into Snowball's DNA as it formed under the quirk's effect. Snowball only cared if he was comfortable and happy, and did everything they could to make certain he was, but in a way that never felt condescending. Every action was so genuine and sincere that it made him uncomfortable the first time they had been alone together. But with everything already going to shit before he's even started a frustrating week of working in isolation, he'll be grateful for anything that helps to keep him from completely spiraling. 

"Okay." 

Tomura kisses his forehead and then reaches over for the stuffed animal. He holds on for a long time, giving it a lot of his energy, likely to keep them around for the entire duration of his trip, and when he lets go, Dabi does immediately chastise him for that slightly. 

"You have to work--" 

"We've got a three hour drive, trust me, I will be more than happy to sleep through some of Re-Destro's chatter." Tomura gives him another kiss before he finishes packing, and another before he does actually have to go. 

But as soon as the door is closed behind him, Dabi's ears are drooping and he's letting out a soft, nearly inaudible feline whine as he sits on their bed alone. He turns to nose at Snowball's minky fabric body, but he knows that they won't be around for a while yet. They never appear right away when Duster uses this quirk. 

He only lets himself mope for half an hour before he forces himself to go get his laptop. If he can't do any work in person for the week, then that means he has a finite amount of things he can actually finish while in isolation. A finite amount that will be gone if he gets it done early. Then he can order weed or catnip, whatever he wants to eat, and get stoned out of his mind until Tomura comes home. Is it a perfect solution for his predicament? No, but when has anything in his life ever worked out well for him? He'll make do. He always has before. 

///

He wakes to Snowball stroking their hands along his hair and back, their antennae brushing the tips of his ears.

"Good morning, little prince." She murmurs, rubbing her cheek against his head. It's still pitch black in the room which means it could be any time between midnight and five A.M. "I didn't know people could become animals."

Dabi is utterly shameless as he shoves his face into their breasts, though that is an action that is made even more appealing by the ultra soft ruff of fur circling her neck and down just below her collarbones. They give a soft little huff, but it's not a displeased sound, and their hand keeps on playing with his hair. "Duster fucked up." 

"I'm sure he'll make it better when he comes home," She assures him. "And I'm sure he's missing seeing how cute you are like this, kitten." 

They're probably right, but Dabi just huffs and hides his face even more. Thankfully while Snowball can't pick up social cues from anyone aside from him and Shig, they don't have any trouble at all deciphering that he doesn't want to talk anymore about it right now. Instead they keep stroking his hair, scratching behind his ears, and rubbing his back. Their wings curl around him and keep him warm and close as they start to purr softly. His own feline sounds mingle with theirs and before long he's sound asleep again. 

///

The next morning Snowball watches him as he gets ready for the day, having to help his stupid cat brain get over the issues with the water so he actually gets into the shower. He can't believe he's suddenly aquaphobic and he's very glad that they are hardwired to not make him feel like a dumbass over that because it's the worst shower experience of his life. But when he gets out, they've retrieved a delivery from their door, breakfast and a gift basket Duster must have arranged that's full of cat things. There are treats, toys, a collar with a bell, and lots of catnip, but Dabi rejects most of it, knowing he has a lot of work to do today despite what he got done the night before. Snowball's antennae droop and they watch him from the bed as he works through the morning and well into the afternoon. 

And it is miserable. Not being able to be at any of the meetings in person, or even call in lest the others find out exactly why he isn't present, means that he is working on paperwork and logistics, and that means he has to read through corporate reports like he's... not someone who died at twelve and stopped getting an education all the way back then. It means hours to struggle to understand things that normally get spoken about casually enough that he can follow along with the gist and not look like an idiot. He's beyond frustrated by three in the afternoon, and he keeps nicking himself on his claws because he's agitated enough they keep unsheathing even though he doesn't mean for them to. It's probably a good thing they told all of the others he was sick, at least that should mean any delay in his work gets chalked up to him probably being hopped up on medicine. 

Snowball doesn't know anything about their work, they don't really have an understanding of much outside of his and Duster's relationship, they just know that their work is important to them and they support it wholeheartedly. But they do still make him stop to have lunch and make sure he's drinking plenty of water and not just caffeine as the day goes on. And when five o'clock rolls around, they start to urge him to wrap up what he's doing so that he can wind down. Normally, they might run him a bath, but after this morning, Snowball instead puts away his laptop before he can protest, and then flutters over with the gift basket Tomura sent. The cat treats are actually for cat heteromorphs rather than actual animals, and that makes Dabi feel better about it when Snowball pulls him close and feeds him one. 

He never really liked liver growing up, but the dried chicken liver she gives him is good. So is the chicken jerky, and when they offer him a chew stick that is saturated in catnip he's beyond happy to have that between his sharp teeth too. The catnip tastes like mint, but a bit more herbal, and he's nearly drooling as soon as he takes the first little nibble. He loves the catnip and he whines when Snowball takes it away after a few minutes before he's even halfway through the treat. 

"But--" 

"Tomura said to wait and see how you feel after having a little. Too much could upset your tummy, little one." He thought there was a note with the gift basket earlier, and he regrets not stealing it before the moth could read it. 

Dabi tries to reach for it back anyway, "Tomura's not here." 

They hold it out of his reach and drop a kiss against his nose. "How about Mommy takes you to bed and spoils you until dinner if you can be a good, patient kitty? I know today was so long for you, little one." They lean in and flick their antennae over his cat ears again and Dabi can't help it when he immediately starts to purr. 

He gives up on the catnip, knowing that Snowball will give it back if he's on his best behavior, and leaning in to rub his cheek against hers instead. It's not something he's ever done before, but it feels good, right, as he puts his scent on her skin. "Okay Mommy," this had been so embarrassing at first too, just like calling Tomura 'Daddy', but he hadn't had too much time to linger on it. Not when Snowball was so bound and determined to make sure he was feeling good when Tomura couldn't. 

And having Snowball have this kind of body means that he gets to do things that he can't with Duster. Snowball doesn't have any qualms about pegging him, eating him out, sucking his cock, whatever, but having tits and a cunt means that their body offers him things that he would have been happy to give up forever to stay with Tomura, he just doesn't have to now. They chitter at him, an insectoid sound that he's growing used to as they pull him over to the bed, getting him stripped out of his clothes before they lay on their back, their wings spread wide. Snowball barely wears clothes unless asked, and they easily use one set of hands to slip their panties over their legs as the other set of arms reach for him. They pull him into their embrace and start to give him kisses. 

Their touches always start so soft, and one hand goes back into his hair to stroke and scratch around the base of his ears, another running down his back to play with the place his tail connects with his spine. That takes Dabi's breath away. He hadn't really gotten a chance to play with any of the new parts of his body before Tomura had to leave, and the extra pressure there going along his spine makes him tremble and shiver, a purr starting in his chest and making Mommy smile sweetly at him. 

She runs her hands along his seams and fur, creeping his temperature higher because she knows all of the places on his body that make him get warmer. And even though he's laying over her, he feels so small and soft, completely enveloped in her. He never had a femdom before, absolutely never had a dom who wasn't a sadist-- Tomura, for all he takes care of him, does enjoy making him suffer a bit first-- but Snowball only cares about making sure he feels good. And she knows he never feels better than when he knows he's being good and knows that he doesn't have to make any decisions at all. That he can just float and not have to worry about being perfect, taking care of himself, or be scared that he'll make the wrong choice. 

"You're such a pretty kitten, sweetheart." Snowball purrs, a hand stroking along his tail dances sharp nails lightly over his stomach, making him twitch with how ticklish that feels, before their fingers are trailing along his hardening cock. He moans weakly, rubbing himself against their hand and up between their thighs. But he doesn't try to grind against their pussy yet. Mommy hasn't given him permission for that, just letting himself get close as his cock hardens the rest of the way. "That's it, little one. You're being such a good boy remembering the rules." They stroke their hand through his fringe, pushing it back enough to press plush lips against his forehead. "I think my little one has earned a treat, especially after all his hard work." 

Dabi whimpers as his cock twitches and he inches it just a bit higher, just enough he can feel the softness of her folds and the heat at her center. "Thank you, Mommy." 

They tug at his tail lightly and he lets out a little yowl as that puts a harder pressure that he knows could turn to very sharp pain if they did it any more roughly under his skin. But he understands that isn't the treat he's going to get right now, and stops, waiting patiently for what he is going to be given instead. Snowball strokes his hair and scratches behind his ears until all he knows is that perfect, soothing touch as it saturates his body with a slow, heavy heat that has him vibrating with how deep and loudly he's purring. He's so deeply distracted by how good that feels he is confused when his head is guided lower. 

He blinks blearily up at Snowball and gets another of those slow, sweet smiles before she coaxes him to one of her breasts. He purrs even louder, nuzzling at her skin, distantly confused for a second because they seem... bigger than when he did this before. Maybe they are. Maybe they gave themself some extra dimension when they took shape this morning and he hadn't noticed then because he'd been half asleep. He doesn't really care as he presses his own kisses along the swell of them, his purrs going louder when Mommy trembles slightly beneath him and he feels wetness starting to gather between their legs and smear against his cock where their plush thighs are holding him tight and warm. 

He licks at their nipple, running his stud around the areola and flicking at the center until it's beaded and hard, not expecting how loudly Snowball moans as he does it. Mommy always makes more sounds in bed for him than Daddy does, but normally he still has to earn those noises. Are their tits more sensitive today too? Or does his tongue actually have a different texture from being so cat-like? He hadn't been able to tell himself, but he thinks cat tongues are rougher. Maybe his tongue feels like sandpaper against their sensitive skin. He is about to pull away to ask if something hurts-- Snowball is horrible about establishing any kind of boundary because he's their 'purpose'-- but their hand threads through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him in closer. He flicks his tongue over them lightly again and then gives a soft, tentative suck. 

And his mouth floods with sweet, warm fluid that startles him, immediately making him want to pull away. The hand on the back of his neck holds him still as his mind cycles through his shock and he realizes that his mouth is full of milk. His eyes flick up to hers and Snowball smiles at him sweetly and strokes his hair. 

"Daddy thought his kitten would like to have some cream while he was gone." She purrs. 

For a long second Dabi considers tapping out, pulling away, spitting out the liquid in his mouth. There's a squirming, shaky something in him that tells him that he should do any-- or maybe all-- of those things. He's not an infant, and he's not a cat. He's a grown ass man and he doesn't think that he should have ever tasted breast milk as an adult. But that's the same kind of knee-jerk reaction that had made him want to reject Tomura and Snowball in the first place. He didn't want to like the things he liked at first, they were too humiliating, too 'deviant', even for someone like him. And he'd been wrong about those thoughts that had kept him from letting himself find pleasure in his life for so long. 

Dabi swallows the milk in his mouth and then licks around Snowball's nipple again, tasting the little droplets of fluid clinging to their skin. And then he gives another hesitant little suck. Their wings flutter, their eyelashes too, as they let out a soft purr and stroke the fur of his ears. "That's it little one, you're being such a good boy for Mommy." 

And whatever hesitation he had before leaks out of his ears along with what's left of his brain. He moans, sending the vibrations of it through their skin, and starts to suck properly. Each time he does the other's tit spills more sweet milk into his mouth. It's thinner than milk he's had before and it's almost compulsive for him to keep sucking and swallowing it away as he closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in the taste and feel of Snowball's hands stroking his hair and fur. 

It doesn't take long for him to be so lost in it that when Mommy tugs on his hair a bit, making him pull away, he's panting, and whining, not wanting to stop. But she doesn't make him, just shifts him to the other side so that he can give her other full breast the same treatment. And that shift of their bodies reminds him of how hard he is, still nestled between her soft thighs, slicker now with his pre and her fluids as they mingle on her skin. He rubs his cock between her legs again and she shivers before she has him latched back onto her other nipple. Dabi can't help moaning again as he gets a fresh mouthful of fluid and gush of her slick over his cock. 

"That's it little one," They purr, coaxing his hips into movement between their legs. They have him rubbing and rutting, trying his best to get more and feel good as quickly as possible. Broken rumbly purrs start to come out of his chest, his body feeling floaty and needy as he sucks at their skin, as their hands find all of the sensitive spots on his body, stroking along his tail to put pleasure along his spine the same as he's feeling at his root. It's all so good and sharply overwhelming as he laps up the milk spilling into his mouth. Little moans and whimpers are muffled against their skin as he moves faster and harder, again and again, trying to angle his hips higher. 

Mommy is so mean to him when she waits until he's so desperate he's giving feline whines before she spreads her legs open enough for him to start to press his cock inside of her body. And that sensation, her muscles clenching around him as she brings one hand to the breast he's sucking on, squeezing in time with that movement between her legs and his suckling, sends a heavier stream of milk into his mouth, and Dabi, humiliatingly, can't hold on. He moans, trying to swallow the milk, trying to fight it, but he can't as his cock twitches and pulses his seed inside of her body. His orgasm makes him light-headed and he finds himself panting, just licking up the milk on Snowball's skin instead of really sucking to get more. His whole body is humming and he doesn't know how to get his floaty head back to making some kind of sense as Mommy shifts so his cock is out of her warmth again. 

He mewls, his ears tacking back against his head as they reach down to his sticky, softening cock as they stroke him anyway. "Oh, kitten, you made so much cream too." They coo, "You liked Mommy's so much, why don't you drink up yours too?" They bring their cum stained fingers to his lips and he opens his mouth hazily for them. He can barely manage to keep a single coherent thought in his mind and he doesn't care if it's gross or dirty. He'll eat anything Mommy tells him to. 

He licks at their skin, threading his tongue all the way between their fingers and sucking. His cum is so much saltier and bitter than Mommy's milk and he would rather have that on his tongue again, but he wants to be a good boy, especially as Mommy keeps playing with his soft cock and stroking his balls in their other hands. He's still so sensitive from his orgasm that every little touch is a horrible, confusing mix of pleasure-pain that has his breath hitching. But when he can't find any more of his cum on Snowball's fingers, he pulls away slightly mewling, 

"Mommy--" 

"What is it, sweetheart?" 

He tries to twitch his hips away, "Hurts, Mommy." 

"Oh, kitten," And their hand loosens, but the stroking doesn't stop, "I know baby, but don't you want to put your cute cock inside again? You need to be hard for that, little one." She says like he's helpless and young, and needs to be told slowly how things like this are supposed to work. Dabi whines like he's helpless too. It's so easy to let himself be small and warm with Tomura and Snowball. They both take over easily and make all of his decisions for him, and he's allowed to just listen for once. All he has to do is whatever they ask and he knows they won't ever ask him to do something that he can't deliver. They make him perfect when they're in bed together. "Is it too much right now, sweetheart?" 

He nods weakly, nuzzling into their ruff with a little meow. He can't quite find his words, can't make sense of what he needs, just that he needs something and that Mommy will give it to him. 

"Okay, little one." Their hands leave his cock and balls and stroke gently over his sides instead as their antennae kiss his hair, ears, and forehead. "Why don't you clean up the rest of your cream, and when you're all done, Mommy will give you more of hers?" 

Dabi can't help purring loudly at the prospect, wanting to lick and suck at their tits again to get more of it now, but he knows what he needs to do to be perfect for Mommy now, and he pauses as he lifts his face out of their soft fur. Mommy's eyes are dark and strange, but they adore him as he peeks up at them. Two hands move away from other places along his body so that they can cup his cheeks in them, stroking over his staples gently, before they pull him into a kiss. It's beyond soft at first. Just the connection of their lips as sweet as possible, the pressure barely there, and that gentleness makes Dabi feel like he's going to fall apart into a million pieces. No one has ever been gentle with him in his life, and the gesture always makes him feel like he's going to turn into ash from how incandescent any small show of it makes him feel now. And when it deepens, when Snowball licks into his mouth, it makes him feel claimed. 

He's beyond drunk on everything happening when she pulls away, gives the tip of his nose another peck, and then starts to coax him lower. He licks up the little dribbles of milk that leaked out from the seal of his lips while he had been so deep in his pleasure he hadn't been able to keep quiet, and Mommy laughs when his ears flick and tickle her along her ribs and stomach as he moves down between her legs. He can't stop himself from purring as he moves to her cunt. Always pretty, flushed pink, folds plump and shiny with slick, and today, with his cum dribbling out from her hole. He purrs and purrs as he leans in to start to lick along her lips, making his way slowly to her center. 

Snowball's hand goes back to his hair, teasing his ears and making him purr louder with their mixed fluids behind his teeth. His purring puts vibrations against their skin and makes them gasp softly, rolling their hips into his face and smearing his chin with slick and cum. He wants that again, wants Mommy to use his body to feel good, wants them to show him that he's doing well for them. He starts to lick and suck gently, moving from their dripping hole up to their clit. The little bundle of nerves is flushed and swollen from how good Mommy is already feeling and he gives a few long, broad licks against the bud to give them as much sensation as he can. He wants to use his hands too, wants to keep rubbing there to make more of the soft, heavy breaths that Snowball is making, keep spilling out of them as he licks up the mess he made before. But he's so hazy and aroused that he can't make his new claws go away. 

Dabi struggles, knowing what he needs to do to make it good for them, but not able to give the repeated motions he needs to against their clit and inside of their hole at the same time without his hands. He doesn't trust himself to not accidentally prick their skin with the razor-like claws, but after a moment, he curls his tail around his waist as his mouth goes back to their entrance, licking up the wetness there that eagerly coats his tongue. His soft tail rubs against their clit, and Dabi purrs as he finds he is able to control the appendage enough to give the same solid strokes as he would be able to manage with his fingers, curling his claws into his palms so that he can press his knuckles against the inside of their thighs. He holds them open as he starts to move his mouth and tongue against their body. He's as hungry for this, hungry for--

Mommy lets out a soft, happy sigh as she strokes his hair. "That's it, little prince, you're doing such a good job making Mommy feel good." He purrs so happily as he keeps doing it, eating up his cum until all he can taste is her slick as he presses his tongue inside and feels her warm, wet walls squeezing gently around his tongue like her body is kissing him again. His cock stings, still too sensitive, but filling again anyway because feeling her gush against him, seeing the way her chest moves as she takes shakier breaths, and how her fingers tighten in his hair to keep him in place as she begins to roll her hips to fuck herself open on his tongue, is such a sharp pleasure that his body can't ignore it. 

A heavy fog blankets his mind as he licks and flicks his tail over them. Snowball sets the rhythm, they pull on his hair so that he takes his tongue out and moves it along them in broad stripes, stopping to pull his tail away to suckle at their clit and trace the tip of his tongue around it for a firmer pressure, before they bring his tongue back down to their entrance and let him fuck inside a few more times before they start the cycle again. Their breathing gets more labored, their hands on other parts of his body not really petting him anymore, but just holding on as their wings twitch against the bed and they pull their lower lip between their teeth. 

His jaw hurts a little when Mommy's hips start to push harder, one hand moving to push his tail aside so that they can use their fingers against their clit for a firmer pressure as they start to move a little more roughly against his mouth. But he doesn't protest, purring as they use him to creep towards their climax. He keeps doing exactly what he was before, knowing that constant rhythm will be what pushes them over. And soon, Mommy lets out a loud, pretty moan as more hot slick gushes into his mouth and over his chin. Dabi mewls, unable to stop himself from rubbing his cock against the sheets as his arousal burns so hot through his veins again. 

She shivers against the sheets, wings giving slow little flaps as she pets him more gently. Her breathing evens out as his grows more erratic, as he mewls and meows, looking up to see more milk dripping slowly out of her flushed, beaded nipples. Her eyes open again and she smiles down at him. 

"Okay, little prince, come here." She pulls him up, wiping his chin a bit as she laughs, before cupping around the back of his neck again. Her other hands go to his cock, his hips, and guide him to her entrance. She sinks him inside, wrapping her strong thighs around his hips to keep him in place at the same time as she lets him latch back onto her tit. He loves the way Mommy's cunt tastes, but the milk is so sweet that he starts to purr even louder as he sucks and sucks. 

His cock is squeezed and swallowed up by their warm insides, and he wants to move so badly, but he trembles as he holds himself still. He knows how to behave, and he knows he's not allowed to move unless he's given permission. Right now he just has to do his best to be good as he's spoiled just getting to be inside. Dabi has taken several deep pulls off of their skin before Mommy lets out an insect-like chitter and rolls their hips. He whines, eyes prickling with tears as he gets so desperate. 

"Shh, it's alright, little one, you can move now." 

The first thrust is desperate, a little too hard, a little too fast, and Mommy coos at him. They catch his hips and make him go at the pace they want, ensuring that he doesn't take too much too quickly, and making him slow down as he licks at their chest too. They bring him into a slow, steady pace that makes his body feel like it's getting hotter and hotter. It feels so good to be surrounded by their tight, wet warmth, the muscles inside so soft and squeezing every sensitive part of him. He doesn't know how his piercings must feel against their skin, but he knows that the way they're sucked at with each rolling thrust, puts stars sparking behind his eyes. 

He feels drunk as he fucks into Mommy's soft cunt and sucks at the milk leaking out of her chest. It's dizzying to have the animal instinct, so much sharper now that he is a cat, butting up against his subspace and Dabi may be drowning. He whimpers and moans as Mommy reaches one hand off of the side of the bed, but he can't make sense of what she's doing until his ear twitches as he hears a bottle cap pop open. He dribbles milk out of his mouth as he moans loudly against her skin as cool, wet fingers reach back to his hole and start to stroke around his rim. Having that sensation along with everything else that is happening to his body makes him weak and pushes him closer to the edge. But the slow pace that Mommy keeps him at stops him from going over.

They circle his rim a few times, even teasing down his taint so that they can massage his balls too for a moment as he desperately tries to stay at the pace they want him at. He wants to cum, but he's not allowed to yet and it's making him ache for it. He mewls loudly when Snowball presses a finger inside, stroking his insides the way he's stroking theirs and making his legs tremble as he edges even closer. He can't help it when he moves a little harder as their finger is swiftly replaced by a little curved plug that is just a bit wider and made to press up against his prostate. Dabi pulls off of their breast, licking up all of the mess he made as he moans against their skin. 

"Wanna cum, Mommy." It's all instinct as he starts to rub his cheeks against their skin, desperate to have them smell as much like him as possible as he finally gives in and lets his hands uncurl, and finds a place against the sheets for him to begin to knead at a little roughly, his claws pricking at the fabric and adding that rhythmic sound to the symphony of purrs and other movements between their bodies. "Please, please, can I cum?" He begs, but the words give way to animal mewls and yowls as he feels the plug move inside of him again. 

"Of course you can, baby. Mommy's sweet little kitten. Do you want to go faster, baby?" 

He nods weakly and Mommy adjusts the pace, somehow getting even tighter around his cock as she lets him thrust into her body and back against the plug. His tail tilts up and curls and straightens as his balls start to get tighter and tighter. It's two of her hands going to them that is the final sensation that pushes him over the edge, and the moan he lets out as he cums deep inside, is more animal than human. He's shaking and absolutely planning to cuddle up into her ruff for as long as he's allowed, when Mommy pulls him out of her cunt far sooner than she usually does, usually letting him stay inside until he's too soft to stay put. 

Dabi mewls in confusion as he realizes that Mommy's hands were on his balls because they were putting on his cock ring, pulling him out so they can put it around his base as well and making it ache as it traps his cooling blood inside. Snowball fucks into him with the plug as Dabi squirms and yowls, the pressure against his prostate going from pleasurable to sharp in an instant. But his body knows sharp and it knows the toys and no matter how the rest of his nerves scream that this is too much, too soon, his cock stays as hard as it was before he came and he whimpers, eyes prickling with tears as he goes so sensitive. 

"M-Mommy--" 

"I know, little one." She purrs, before she's using her many limbs to shift him. Dabi finds himself on his back, their wings flaring out behind them, as Snowball straddles his hips, dripping a mix of their fluids along his skin before they sink back down onto his stinging cock. The heat and pressure there again after having been forced to stay hard makes him keen. "But one more time," She leans down over him, catching the breast he hadn't been drinking from before and pressing her nipple between his lips. He tries to behave and sucks at the milk dribbling into his mouth, something soothing in the action even as his body is so tight and oversensitive as his cock is squeezed at. "And then we'll both be all out of milk, won't we, little prince?" 

He isn't really given an opportunity to say anything. Mommy starts to rock their hips, making his entire body go tight with the too much rioting under his skin. They set the pace again, a little harder than before, with the movement on top of him keeping his cock deep and swallowed again and again with that over-sweet friction that has tears slipping down his cheeks. And it presses their tit harder to his lips, making more milk spill inside with each desperate, needy suck. He can't tell what he needs, what he wants anymore. He just knows that everything is so much. And Mommy will decide. Mommy will make sure he knows he's being good, will show him how he needs to act. 

He clings desperately to one set of arms as she plays with his plug and another hand strokes his tail, touching him, fucking him, feeding him, until the world is nothing beyond the ways he's being completely enveloped in their body. Dabi is gone as his whole body creeps hotter and hotter. 

It takes an eternity for him to get past the sharp oversensitivity and get to something that feels good. To be moaning, not just sobbing as Mommy bounces on his cock and he sucks on their tit. He feels his quirk going hotter, can smell smoke mingling with the smell of their sex, and knows that no matter what, he's only going to be able to hold out for a little longer. Mommy knows it too, pressing their lips to his forehead, blocking out his world to just their skin and fur, as they reach to undo the clasp of his cock ring. And then they start to move their hips much, much harder and faster. Taking his cock the way that Daddy likes to give him his and Dabi can only mewl and keen a few more times before he's accidentally scratching along Mommy's arms. They let out a loud moan as they use his cock to fill them, pushing in hard and angling their hips so that he can feel that spongier texture of their g-spot against his cock, and the hot gush of their fluids soaking him again sends Dabi over the edge too. 

He feels drenched and drained, his cock, his cheeks covered in his bloody tears, his chin and lips a mottled mix of saliva, slick, and milk, and Mommy just chitters and purrs at him as they pull away from his mouth so that they can run their antennae along his ears and gathers him close. They've barely cleaned up the mess from his mouth as they get them both onto their sides so they can wrap their wings around him and pull his cheek into their ruff before Dabi is letting out a broken, uneven purr. 

He doesn't hear if she joins in with the sound, he's gone the second he nuzzles in deeper. 

///

Snowball makes him stay in bed all night, even once he takes a nap after being worked over so thoroughly. 

"You need to stay close, little one, otherwise I may make a mess all over the sheets." She purrs, one hand going to her breasts again and giving a nipple a tug and squeeze. Dabi feels like he's out of his mind as he immediately mews and leans back in to lick away the little trickle of milk that drips out. She keeps him in bed and uses a clean damp cloth to clean up his skin so he doesn't have to fight the cat brain and go shower instead of feeling so soft and floaty. She has food sent to their room too, and she does make him eat something real eventually, before she cuddles up close with him. He purrs and purrs, kneading against her stomach with his fingers curled in so he doesn't cut her. 

And when he feels overwhelmed and stressed the next day as he tries to get through his work, Snowball pulls him into bed again and overwhelms his body with softness until he's forced to let go again. 

///

Dabi feels like a spoiled house cat by the end of the week, especially when, that morning, Snowball has hidden his laptop and phone. They don't budge on giving them back, just settling him down and brushing his hair. They get him into one of the frilliest sets of lingerie that he owns, and put on little frilly cuffs with bells on his wrists, and a ruff of his own made out of lace with a big gold bell around his neck. And then they sit down and make him put his head in their lap as they brush his hair and the fur along his ears and tail. For as much as he knows he should protest and get back to work, he can't bring himself to do it, instead purring and purring as he's allowed to just be soft and comfortable for a little while. 

Dabi is half asleep when he hears the door handle click, and his ear twitches. The fur on his tail bristles slightly. No one comes to their door, no one tries to open it unless-- Tomura opens the door and starts to step inside, and Dabi is off of the bed like a shot. He's meowing, not even having room for words or to be embarrassed about how unabashedly excited he is to see his lover again, and immediately throws himself into his chest. Dabi starts to purr so loudly as he rubs his cheek and neck all over Duster's skin. 

"Oh, kitten, did you miss me that much?" 

Dabi tries to find room for words, but he can't. He just keeps rubbing his scent into Tomura's skin, trying to take away the smell of other that is clinging to him from his trip. Tomura catches him around the back of his neck and after a week of Mommy doing that to feed their tit between his lips, Dabi's mouth falls open with a mewl. 

Tomura chuckles like he knows exactly why he did that, and instead presses a kiss to the staple cutting through the very edge of his lips. "I'll give you something to suck on, precious, you just have to let me get in the door." He teases. Dabi mewls, his body warming at the suggestion of getting to have his cock stretching his jaw after a whole week without it. 

When they do make it back over to the bed, Snowball is nothing but a cute stuffed animal again, and Daddy is more than happy to take over giving his kitten some cream. 

#shigadabi #my writing #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #oc: snowball

[fstbmp-a]

So sorry I didn't do that much today. It's been.. a wild ride. Sooort of vent in the tags? I suppose.

#My Kingdom ;; OOC #negative // #vent // #irl // #oh i loooooooove having five guinea pigs surprise dropped at my house i love love love it #and on top of that earlier the cats somehow managed to turn the stove on which is bad on it's own #but they brought a fucking cat toy up there while they were at it #and someway somehow that!! broke the controls for the damn thing! #so both the stove and oven don't work right so i'm without Any Means of heating up food now #and just. AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! losing my absolute fucking mind i cannot breathe without something breaking #and i do my best to just ignore it but Fucking Stars Above it only goes so far #every time i start to breathe something else fucks up severely #anyways ignore me i'm just. i'm going to try and do stuff but i can't make promises because #yeah no i'm in Such A Bad Mood and headspace over all #hope everyone else has a better day than i have

[imsilay]

LETHAL pt.3

NSFW! mdni +18, cw: possessive behavior, somnophilia, drugging (aphrodisiac), stalker!König, obsessive König, breeding k!nk, size k!nk. belly bulge, oral (female receiving) (idk lmk if i forget anything)

word count: 2.6k! (it’s too much for me :’) )

summary: he was picky and he picked you.

prev chapter here

art cr: Tava_tavatic on twt

A few days later you wake up feeling uneasy. You had a headache and somehow… horny. You got up and had a cold shower, hoping it would help. It helped… Untill you had a irresistible urge to have something inside your aching and dripping cunt at the work. It was a strange feeling, you assumed it was like that because it’s your ovulation day. Sitting on the chair while typing away on the laptop at work; you had to squeeze your thighs together to ease that feeling. Your pussy already soaked at the time you arrived to home. You cursed at yourself for wearing that skirt because the wetness between your legs were dripping down from your trembling thighs at the time you arrived your front door. You just wanted to open the door and satisfy your soaking cunt with your toys.

“Maus?” your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. ‘Please god, not him.’ you prayed. That man was extremely attractive and you were down bad for him. You stopped trying to open your damn door with trembling hands as you turned your head towards him and forced a smile. “Hi, König! What are you doing here?” you tried to be polite and calm, but in your head you were screaming for a dick.

"I saw you from over there," he said, pointing at the parking lot next to his apartment building. His accent sent waves of pleasure to your body. "You seemed in a rush. Are you alright?" There was sincerity in his voice and his icy-blue eyes were filled with concern. It made you blush, from cheeks to ears. You swallowed before answering, "It’s nothing important. I just forgot to feed my cat." It was obviously a lie. One of his eyebrows raised, but he nodded and watched as you entered your house after a short goodbye.

You were just so naive and clueless, thinking he wouldn’t notice you’re squirming with need. Of course he would know. He was the one who sneaked into your home and gave you aphrodisiac last night. He just gave you enough to make you needy so you could made it to home after work.

When he saw you getting out of your car, your legs trembling and cheeks flushed, he almost lost it.. He just wanted to drag you to his house and fuck you until you were a babbling and sobbing mess. Yet he managed to keep his calm. He was impatiently waiting for you to enter your house when he already had his eyes on the window, hiding behind the curtains. When you came to view his heart was beating like crazy. You locked the door of your room and opened the drawer, where you put your toys. Too eager for your sweet release you forgot to close your curtains…

He pressed his forehead against the window as he watched you satisfy yourself with different kinds of toys. His cock was rock hard but watching you was much more of an important matter. His cock twitched at the first time you cum, it was a sight to see. Your eyes rolling back as your hips twitched foward to the device. But one wasn’t enough. You needed more.

After two more orgasm you were sobbing and quivering. You just needed something for your aching cunt but nothing was enough. That was when he decided to step in. He was still so hard but he knew whatever he do it wouldn’t soften his cock. But you. He grabbed the keys of his house. And the cookies he made for you as an excuse.

The knocking on your door drew you back to reality from your bliss. You cursed at the person that knocked on the door as you got dressed into something that you’d wear at home. Your legs still trembling and pussy dripping, already soaked the new pair of your panties. You answered the door and hid the half of your body behind the door.

“Hallo, Maus. I brought you some cookies to fix your mood.” he said with that sweet tone. Your hands grabbed the door handle with a force that could kill a man. That was when you decided that. You would fuck that sweet neighbor.

He wondered why you were staring at him without a word. Were you mad at him because he interrupted your sweet time with your toys? Did you notice the bulge that was straining his pants? Or maybe the way he gazed at you hungrily made you feel hesitant to invite him in?

He was too lost in his thoughts, he dropped the cookies when you grabbed his arm and dragged him in. Pressing his back against the door and clinging to his arm. “König.” you whispered before biting your lips to not moan. His heart hammered his chest a few times like it was trying to escape from his chest to you. “Ja, Maus? Is everything okay?” he stuttered as he looked down at you. Your flushed face and the way you looked into his eyes intensely wasn’t helping.

“I need you.” you whimpered and pressed your body against his. “Can you please give me your cock?” you whispered softly and moaned when you felt his already hard cock against your stomach. He was so big. Like you imagined he would be, it made you even more needy.

“You- What?” he stuttered again. The last thing he expected was the way you rubbed your body against him as you pleaded for his cock. He was used to moving with a plan, but the way you ruined it was even better than he could imagine. By the time he collected himself you were grabbing his arm tightly like he would escape from you if you let go. His pupils were blown wide and body tense. “You have no idea what you’re wanting from me, Maus.” he mumbled and picked you up by your hips carrying you to your room like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around him. The voice in his mind was screaming for him to take you in that moment. You weren’t complaining about being carried yet you were happy that he accepted. So clueless. If only you knew he was the cause of your endless neediness.

He made you straddle one of his thighs after removing your shorts and leaving you with your panties. “Show me how bad you want me to fuck you.” he said with authority in his eyes. You had a feeling that if you didn’t do as he said you won’t be getting anything. So you did. Hands on his shoulders as you grounded against his thigh. The fabric of your already wet panties soaking his trousers. You moaned as you felt his muscular thigh under your dripping cunt. He was so big and toned. You wondered what his cock looked like. Just thinking about it made you moan in need and your walls clenched around nothing.

He had to bit his lip to not moan at the sight in front of him. You were grounding against his thigh soaking his trousers and moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock throbbed in his pants. Oh how he wanted to tear your panties down and eat your little cunt out… Your body trembled and hips twitched. “Already, Maus? I haven’t seen someone cumming as fast as you.” he taunted. Your hips were already moving frantically to reach your sweet release. His hands found your hips groping them as he helped you move on his thigh. “Guess you really want me.” he mumbled amused with your efforts. You looked so hot when you used his body for your pleasure. “‘m so close, König.” you whimpered and your movements got erratic. You feel your stomach tightening up as he helped you ground against his thick thigh. “Let go for me, Maus.” he whispered sweetly. He knew it wouldn’t be enough for you anyway. Not until he filled you up with his big cock.

You gripped his shoulders tight as you cum undone on his thigh, eyes rolling back and body twitching. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed as he laid you on your back gently and spread open your leg. “Do you still need my cock?” he teased. His hands caressing your thighs up and down slowly. “Yes. Yes, König. Please give it to me.” you pleaded with that sweet voice of yours, you had no idea how he wanted it too. He looked as calm and sweet as ever, but deep inside him, he was putting you into positions that he wanted to take you. First he would eat you out until you cum on his tongue like he imagined all nights. Then he would put you on all fours and pound into your needy cunt until you cream on his cock. This night he would fulfill all his sick fantasies and you would just let him take you over and over.

His calloused and lengthy fingers were making you shiver and imagine them deep inside you. You had to have it. “König, can you please…” you reached a hand and pulled his hand towards your mouth, as he watched you with curiosity. His mind went blank when you took his fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them. “Scheiße-” he groaned and pushed his fingers into your mouth further. He fucked your mouth with his fingers, covering his index and middle finger with your drool. Your eyes rolled back with the rhythm of his fingers. “So fucking needy.” he growled when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth drawing a whine out of you. He quickly pulled down your panties and cursed again when he saw how your slick clinged to your panties leaving a trail. When the panties were gone, he pocketed it, he shoved his fingers into your dripping tight hole. You screamed when he found that sweet spot curling his fingers and hitting there again and again. “oh my-“ your legs trembled and hands gripped the sheets for dear life. It wasn’t long when your fourth orgasm hit you like a truck. “It amazes me how fast you cum, Maus.” he chuckled lightly as he continued to pump his fingers into you through your orgasm.

“That’s enough.” you whined and grabbed his forearm. His brows frowned and he sent you a warning look. You pulled your hands away immediately like you touched fire. “Nein. We aint stopping, Maus. Not until i make sure you’re mine.” he mumbled darkly as he leaned his mouth into your pussy. He licked from bottom to your clit making you shudder and moan loudly. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop him because you were scared of what he would do. His hands grabbed your thighs firmly to prevent you from closing them. He lapped at your pussy like he was thirsty for a month and you were his only water supply. His mask covering between your legs, where his mouth at, and you was glad it did. Because if you saw him eating you out like that you would’ve gone crazy. His icy-blue eyes found yours when he sucked your clit. The sensation was too much for you especially after cumming that much. “Plea-“ your breath hitched when he forced his tongue inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a high pitched scream. You cum all over his tongue and he gladly accepted your juices. Sucking and lapping hungrily.

“Du schmeckst so süß.” (You taste so sweet.) he mumbled as he licked you up for the last time. He pulled back reluctantly feeling like he could dive in again and make you cum over and over again. “Time for the main course, Maus.” he whispered into your ear. “Would you like to take off my mask? So you can see how much i will enjoy fucking your little cunt.” he purred. He was still gentle yet he made you feel weak. Like you couldn’t resist him, even if you wanted to. You grabbed the mask with trembling hands and pulled it off. This was the first time you saw him without his mask. He was handsome despite the scar on his face. Before you could say anything he slammed his lips to yours and grabbed your jaw forcing you to part your lips so he could explore your warm mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and tasted your arousal from his lips. He swiftly unbuckled his belt with one of his hands and tugged his pants down along with his boxers. He groaned into your mouth when his cock was finally free and fully erected. His lips didn’t left yours as he pressed his red tip against your throbbing clit and made you squirm.

“I wonder were you this needy before the aphrodisiac i gave you.” he mumbled after releasing your lips. Your mind was too foggy after all your orgasms you barely understand what he say. “What did-” he cut you off again but this time shoving his cock inside your tight cunt. His tip hit your cervix and made your toes curl. “Too- Fuck. Too deep.” you sobbed. He stretched you out so deliciously but it hurt like hell. He was so fucking big his cock made a bulge on your belly. He groaned as he rested his forehead against yours. “It will be okay. You can take it, Maus.” he cooed. But it felt like he was sliding you open with his monster sized cock. “You feel so good around me.” he mumbled as he placed kisses on your face. He knew he was too big for you. You were so small compared to him, in every way. He let you adjust his length inside you but it become hard for him to not move when your walls clenched around him. “It hurts.” you cried and gripped his shoulders. “I know, Maus. You’re doing so good f’me.” he kissed your lips until your cries wane. You were so much important than him. He worshipped you.

“I’m gonna move.” he whispered and started to thrust into your tight cunt slowly at first. When your pussy adjusted his length, he picked up the pace. He was bullying his cock into your dripping hole with a merciless pace like he was taking revenge of the time he jerked off while watching you through the window. All you could do was dug your nails into his shoulders and scream his name.

“Scheiße.” he hissed. It was just like how he imagined it would be. He imagined your face twisting with pleasure and screaming his name as he bullied his cock into your little cunt. “Louder.” He slammed his hips into yours hard. Your pussy swollen and dripping from all the stimulation. “I said louder.” he hissed and smacked your hips hard. He wouldn’t stop until you did as he said. So you did. You screamed his name as loud as you can. It made his cock twitch hearing you forcing yourself to slur his name out. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed as he slammed his lips harder into yours. He threw his head back and groaned when you cum unannounced, creaming on his cock and crying his name. Your walls clenched around him drawing him to edge as he fucked the orgasm out of you. “König, i can’t… anymore.” you whimpered between your sobbing. Hearing you beg him with your voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning, made him cum deep inside you. “Mine.” he mumbled as he fucked his cum into you. “You’re mine, Maus. And i won’t let you leave me anymore.” he mumbled like he was talking with himself. It sent chills down to your spine. He didn’t pull his cock out plugging his cum into your pussy. You didn’t even had the strength to push him away. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and put your head onto his chest. He wouldn’t let you go. Never. You were his.

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@mitchlow

#konig x you #könig smut #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig x y/n #konig cod #konig smut #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig #i know it’s könig #konig mw2 #silay

[elix8r]

it’s raining, it’s pouring

PAIRING: cheetah hybrid!mark x house cat hybrid!y/n

GENRES: hybrid!au, smut, angst, enemies to ?

SUMMARY: Hating Mark could almost be considered your part-time job ever since Taeyong adopted him. But on one fateful night, a raging storm strikes, and with Taeyong nowhere to be found, you find yourself seeking an unlikely source of comfort - your annoying cheetah roommate.

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNING: meandom!mark, brattysub!y/n, profanity, y/n being really mean to mark, unprotected sex, manhandling, humiliation, degradation, anal, foot stuff, face-fucking, rough sex, overall filthy stuff

Up until three years ago, your life could be described as utter paradise. With Taeyong being the best owner you could ask for, and living in the coveted top-floor penthouse, you couldn't have any complaints. That was, of course, until your owner one day brought home another hybrid without previously warning you. Apparently, the previous owner of the cheetah hybrid was moving back to America, leaving him in need of a new home. Being the generous owner he was, Taeyong offered to take him in without hesitation (and without discussing it with you beforehand).

The moment Mark walked through the front door, your feelings towards the fellow feline were set, and they had yet to change. He was nothing but a nuisance to you, and despite being in the same cat family, he seemed to be nothing like you. You even attempted to paw at his ears many times before, trying to confirm if he really was a cheetah and not an overgrown puppy. However, each time, you would be met with cries and protests from him, while instinctively his claws extended, confirming that he was indeed a cat.

By now, Taeyong had accepted that you were never going to be best buds with Mark (though the latter still tried his best, despite knowing your response each time). In the beginning, he had hoped that you would get over your distaste for the boy and ultimately welcome him to the family, but as time went on and you showed no change of heart, your owner had to accept the reality.

Mark always took your food, bed, and even toys that were specifically given to you by Taeyong. He was an annoying presence in your life, who seemed to not get the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him. And as always, the exact thing was currently happening as you caught Mark rolling around and leaving his scent all over the new bedding that Taeyong had gotten for you.

"But yours is so much better! I just wanted to try it out, just a little, plus you smell good!" Mark's ears slightly folded down as he desperately tried to explain why you had found him sleeping in your bed.

"That's not my problem! Take it up with Taeyong if you have complaints and stop getting into my stuff. It's getting really fucking annoying and creepy you perv," you sent him a harsh glare, and your eyebrows furrowed in distaste as you could now smell him all over your sleeping area.

"Why can't you share? I mean, Taeyong always tells us to play nice and get along with each other, but no matter how hard I try, you never do! You're always so mean to me, and I don't even know what I've done!" Mark pouted, clearly upset with how you were reacting to him. From the beginning, all he wanted was to be friends with you, but you seemed to reject him at every turn.

"Why do I have to share if Taeyong bought it specifically for me? I mean, I was here first anyway. You should just be happy that Taeyong even took you in. Otherwise, you'd probably be one of those strays we always see outside. You should be thankful for what you got, so stop trying to take my stuff too. Anyways, get out of my room," you huffed towards your bed, barely giving him a second look. You knew that you were probably a bit too harsh with your words, but your annoyance took over, and you couldn't take back what was already said.

Mark was hurt and defeated. He knew there was no point in arguing with you so he nodded quietly and left your room and headed towards his, where he turned to his computer so that he would be able to take his mind off of you and focus on playing games with his friends.

"Bro, she's such a bitch. I mean, I don't know how you deal with her. I've only met her once, and during that time, she almost clawed my eyes out," his friend Jeno, responded sympathetically upon hearing about what had happened.

"Yeah, I feel bad for you, man. Me and Jaemin get along fine, so I can't even imagine what it's like living 24/7 with someone you don't get along with. Oof, it sounds like a nightmare," Haechan shuddered at the thought, and Jaemin nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you just fight back and assert your dominance over her? I mean, you are the stronger breed. She'll have to respect you once you scare her straight. Use your predator advantages, and maybe she'll realize that you're not one to be messed with," Jaemin suggested, trying to help Mark find a solution. His words did intrigue Mark, and he had to admit that he had thought about what Jaemin was suggesting. However, he had hoped he wouldn't have to resort to using his powers against you and that you would eventually warm up to him on your own.

Typing and clicking noises filled the conversation for a couple of seconds as they all played online together. "Yeah, I guess. I'll think about it," Mark finally replied.

And think about it he did for the next few hours as he continued to play games with his friends. The topic of you didn't come up again as they were all too engrossed in their gaming. Meanwhile, Mark remained preoccupied with thoughts of you. He was so engrossed in the games that he didn't realize the time or the weather outside, something you were keenly aware of.

Taeyong should have been home by now, yet not a single sign of him was to be seen. You had been waiting patiently for your owner while spending time scrapbooking. Every once in a while, you would peer out your window to see if he was here yet as you were always able to predict when he would be coming in. But today, he seemed to be taking longer. The sky had been turning darker and darker, which laid an uneasy feeling inside of you.

It was quite embarrassing to admit, but even at your grown age, you were still deadly afraid of storms. You were unable to withstand them without the comfort of Taeyong nearby, and with no sign of him, you were becoming antsy. Where was he? Was he okay? These were all thoughts that ran through your mind as you went through all the scenarios of where your owner could be, but every single one led to a bad ending that you didn’t want. So you tried your best to get back into crafting.

Of course, that didn't last long as out of nowhere, a flash of lightning could be seen, followed by a clap of thunder so loud that it shook the house. You yelped out loudly as you felt yourself tremble. The lights flickered for a couple of seconds as rain could be heard heavily pouring down, and now you genuinely felt fear. There was nothing you could do except tuck yourself deeply under your blanket while hoping for the rain to settle down, but your wishes were in vain as there was no indication of it stopping anytime soon, and Taeyong was still not home.

You had already tried texting him and dialing his number, but it went straight to voicemail, which further drove you to worry. What if he had decided he had enough of you and chose to leave you? This thought, above all, made your stomach drop, and tears pricked at your eyes. Despite it being totally irrational and unwarranted, it was still a possibility and it scared you. Suddenly, another thunder could be heard, which once again instigated a whimper out of you. Without fully realizing what you were doing, you found yourself walking towards Mark’s door.

You weren’t sure that you had ever knocked on his door purposely, but here you were knocking. Laughs and talking could be heard from inside the room and you wondered how he wasn’t bothered by everything going on. While you frowned while trying to pull your blanket around your shoulders tighter, the door finally opened and revealed a confused Mark.

You looked absolutely terrified, which was not a look he was familiar with despite living with you for about three years now. You were visibly shaken and your eyes were wide with fear. Instantly, Mark was concerned.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" His brows were furrowed as he noticed you on the verge of crying (though you weren't sure if it was because of the storm, the absence of Taeyong, or even the embarrassing fact that you came crawling to Mark's room).

"Have you heard from Taeyong?" Your usual catty tone was nowhere to be found as you asked with a soft voice.

Until now, Mark hadn’t realized that his owner had not come home when he was supposed to, but at the realization, he too became worried. "No, I don't. I guess I just realized that he hasn't come home yet."

His response made your eyes widen. It was hard to believe that while you were worrying in your room, the thought of Taeyong hadn't crossed Mark's mind even once. "What do you mean you didn't realize? I know he's been coming home later recently, but not this late! I mean, haven't you seen what it's like outside right now? Where is he?"

It was obvious that you were beyond stressed, and even without smelling you, Mark could feel anxiety radiating off of you. It was indeed storming terribly outside, and now Mark was becoming worried knowing that Taeyong was out there. But seeing your state, he came to the conclusion that it would do no one any good to have the both of you freaking out.

"Hey, I'm sure he's fine. I bet he's just waiting out the storm at his work. Why don't you come in here and wait together for him?" His words did not do much to ease your tension, but you did oblige (if it were other circumstances, you would never agree to enter his room, but desperate times called for desperate measures).

"But why isn't he answering my calls then? He knows that I hate storms, and I can't go through them without him! Mark, what if he's never coming back?" You had plopped yourself on top of his bed, eyes wide and lips quivering.

Mark sighed. "Y/N, now you're being ridiculous. Why would he just abandon us? He's probably not getting a signal or something more reasonable."

His dismissive response lacked empathy for your concerns, and you were now shedding tears. "What do you mean more reasonable? I think my concerns are valid! Maybe he's tired of us fighting all the time! I mean, we haven't been the best for him, and I know he's been having a hard time with us. It’s possible that he had it with us and just abandoned us to run away!"

The concern he previously felt was now gone as your dramatic rant slowly started to irk him more and more. Everyone knew that you were the main instigator of your fights, always being unfriendly towards Mark, so to have you group him with you had him scoffing. "You mean more like you were not being a good hybrid like you should have been. I mean, you're the one always instigating fights. I try my best to deal with you, but you're so bratty. Honestly, I'm surprised Taeyong's been able to deal with you this long."

Throughout the three years of living with Mark, you could only count a handful of times that he responded to you in such a manner. He was usually mild-mannered and overall just nice, so hearing this from him had you shocked. It was such a switch and instantly, you could feel his annoyance towards you in the air.

"Ma-Mark, what do you mean?" Your cries had yet to stop, and Mark rolled his eyes at you. Were you that dumb that you hadn't caught on to how frustrated Taeyong had recently been with your behavior? Taeyong was usually very tolerant, but even he was having a hard time with you.

"Jesus Y/N, are you seriously that stupid?" Even Mark was shocked at how he was talking to you, but this pent-up anger towards you had been a long time coming. He had been holding it all in, trying to be as good as he can to you despite your actions towards him, but now he was reaching a boiling point. He was beyond annoyed, and maybe this cold hard wake-up call was needed for you to start behaving better.

"I'm not stupid! Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, you fucking bastard?" You tried to sound strong while defending yourself against his harsh words, yet the tears seemed to not stop. Frustratingly, you got up to further confront him, but to your surprise, his hands came up around your neck and forced you back on the bed. Clearly, your words had further driven him to anger.

It was clear that Mark was angry. He had never put his hands on you this way, and in response, you were also fuming. How dare he put his hands on you? "Get your filthy ass hands off me!"

Mark didn't listen, though, as he pushed you further into the bed and hovered over you. His eyes held a fiery rage that you weren't sure you had ever encountered, certainly not from Mark. No trace of your bravado could be found, and for the first time, you cowered in his presence. Chills ran down your body as you felt his tail moving all over your bare legs. Amidst the fear you felt from the feline, another emotion bubbled beneath your lower belly.

Never in a million years would you have expected yourself to be turned on by Mark, but here you were, unconsciously purring in response to his actions. The once sweet and amiable Mark was gone, and this new version of him that showcased himself in front of you was one that you couldn't help but find yourself incredibly attracted to. Alas, you realized that you, just a common domesticated house kitty, were no match for the fast and strong beast that Mark presented himself to be.

"You know I've been quite understanding toward you. I put up with your attitude for three fucking years, yet here you are, still not realizing how much of a spoiled and ungrateful little kitty you've been. Despite taking all your shit, here you still are with the audacity to be in my room and still be a bitch when I nicely allowed you in to comfort you. It's obvious Taeyong hasn't been doing a good job taming you to be the nice house cat you're bred to be. But enough is enough, and clearly, the soft approach isn't working, so I guess I'll have to be the one to straighten you out."

And with that, he pressed his lips against yours roughly, making his intentions clear that he wouldn't go easy on you. Teeth clicked against each other and as the kiss deepened, you found yourself caught between conflicting emotions. Maybe, you did deserve this, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a part of you unwilling to surrender to Mark's dominance this easily.

His hands roughly dragged themselves all over your body as you panted heavily against his lips. In an attempt to take charge, you wrapped your legs around his waist, intending to twist him around and position yourself on top. However, his quick instincts kicked in, and he caught on before you could even execute your plans. He immediately pinned you under him again.

"Tsk tsk, I told you. I'm in charge today, and that little move you tried to pull on me is going to cost you now," Mark growled, and all you could manage in response was a small whimper. Your body struggled to adjust to not being the one in control.

His hands were burning hot as they hurriedly moved to strip you of the only article of clothing that you were wearing. It was a large shirt that engulfed you, and most days you had no issue with it being the only thing you wore around the house. You found it to be the most comfortable and unrestricting for your tail, allowing you to move freely without any discomfort. However, if you had been made aware beforehand of the situation you were currently in, you would have reconsidered.

Being fully bare in front of Mark while he was still fully clothed made you feel hot in humiliation, but you fought against your impulse to cover yourself. Instead, you held your head high and maintained unwavering eye contact with the male feline before you. A devilish smirk ghosted his pretty face as his eyes started to move down, unashamedly wandering all over your naked figure and taking in every curve, making sure to not miss a single spot.

“Get on your knees.” His voice was stern and Mark could feel his pants get tighter and tighter.

“What if I don’t want to?” You coyly eyed him, still stubborn and unwilling to give in as easily as you knew Mark hoped you would.

With a firm grip on your chin, he was clearly losing his patience with you. "Don't make me repeat myself again. Get on your knees," he demanded with less composure than before. Reluctantly, you complied, but your gaze held a sparkle of mischievousness, indicating your satisfaction at successfully getting under his skin.

Your hands moved at a tortuously slow speed as you undressed him, knowing that it would be more fuel to the fire already ignited within him. This cat-and-mouse game you seemed to be dragging Mark into was entertaining you like nothing else before. Any previous anxiety and worry you had regarding Taeyong were not even thoughts in your mind right now, as you were fully occupied with pushing Mark to the edge. Pissed-off Mark seemed to be your favorite version of him, and it was a shame that it took three years for you to be graced with its presence, but better late than never.

You must have underestimated Mark though as you suddenly felt pressure on your clit. His foot had flexed up roughly against your pussy reminding you of who was in charge. You were biting back your moans as he seemed to have no plans of moving his foot while you finally got his pants off. Yanking his underwear down with the pants, his dick instantly freed, almost smacking your face.

"Fuck, Mark," you marveled at the sight. Even from the day you met him, you couldn’t deny (no matter how much you wanted to) that Mark was beautiful, but now it was fully confirmed that he was indeed absolute perfection.

With his cock glistening and tip pulsing red, your ears twitched as you felt yourself getting even further dazed with arousal. Your hands hesitantly wrapped themselves around his length and you heard a small groan release from within him. Your hands were incredibly soft and nothing compared to anything Mark had previously experienced. The slow strokes became increasingly faster and with wide eyes, you inched your head towards his slit before tentatively dipping your tongue in his slit.

“Shit, keep going.” He instructed and you could hear his breaths get more erratic the more you started to use your tongue.

You ran your tongue over the underside of his shaft before returning to his head wrapping your mouth around it. Mark was insanely receptive as you could feel his tail once again swiftly moving around your body the further you sank down his length. Once you could feel him hitting the back of your throat, you started to guide yourself back and forth, adopting a steady pace. Your hands moved to work in tandem with your mouth around what your mouth couldn’t reach.

With hollowed cheeks and reddened eyes that stared straight into his, just the sight alone could have him cumming. His hand rested gently against the back of your head and as he felt more and more pleasure, his hips started to penetrate deeper into your mouth. Then all of a sudden, Mark felt your teeth gently scraping against his dick which instantly had him harshly grabbing a hold of your hair and ripping you off his length.

Your head was pulled all the way back, almost straining your neck, but the only thing you could do was giggle at his reaction once you saw his face. With a stern warning he gave you with his eyes, you were shoved back down his cock with even more force than before. He mercilessly fucked your mouth and your claws dug deep into his thighs, yet he couldn’t care less. Deep grunts and lewd noises of you gagging and choking around him filled the room as tears drenched your face. You were sopping wet by now and in attempts to find some relief, you grinded down against his foot.

“Fuck, almost there,” he moans, and with one last deep thrust, you feel spurts of his cum painting your throat.

You try your best to swallow his load, but it’s too much as some seep out from the corner of your mouth and after what seems like forever, Mark pulls you off of him. Deep gasps come from you as you try your best to catch your breath, but it seems like he has no intentions of stopping as you’re quickly yanked up from the floor and thrown on the bed.

“Look at this,” Mark held your legs open wide as he examined your drenched pussy. “I mean you were grinding against my feet so fucking hard. You liked getting off against my feet? Fucking nasty whore. I mean that’s fucking embarrassing how desperate you are”

“Fuck, off.” You angrily spat out while you attempted to close your legs. It was indeed humiliating that Mark was making you feel and act like this.

He smirked at your words, "Oh yeah? You really want me to fuck off? Cause I will, I mean I already got my fix, no need to continue on." Panic instantaneously coursed through you at his suggestion to leave you like this, and without hesitation, you desperately reached for his wrist, holding him from leaving you.

"Wait, no. Mark, please," you begged. You knew he was getting off on this control he had over you, but you couldn’t really care less. There was only one thing you wanted right now, and you would do just about anything to get it.

“Why? I don’t owe you anything. All you’ve ever done for me was treat me like shit. Maybe you should’ve been a better kitty then.” You were losing your mind the more seconds went by he wasn’t touching you.

“Please Mark, I’m sorry.” Your eyes welled up, frantically begging for him. “I’ll do anything, please. I promise.”

As sadistic as it was, Mark couldn’t help but absolutely love seeing you like this. You looked helpless and desperate. “Anything?”

You furiously nodded. “Yes! Anything, Mark. Please, touch me. Use me!”

“So you’d let me choke you or do this?” He pinched your nipples hard and despite the pain, you continued to nod. “What about this? You like this?” Mark’s hand traveled down to your tail and tugged on it. Tails on hybrids were known to be off-limits to others as it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body so to have Mark do this to you was not only demeaning but also overwhelming, but you still nodded.

“Hmm, maybe you really are willing to let me do anything. What about here? Will you let me use it?” His thumb rubbed against the rim of virgin hole. You’ve had sex plenty of times but never had you ventured to have your rear penetrated.

Your already widened eyes grew even bigger at what Mark was insinuating, clearly taken aback by the feeling of his thumb. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but this didn’t necessarily mean that you were against it. Slowly, you nodded, letting out a soft whine at the new sensation that you were growing to enjoy.

“Please Mark, give me anything.” Your answer clearly satisfied him as he moved to rest his cock, which had hardened again, on your heat.

Smacking the head of his dick against your clit had you loudly moaning and without warning, he fully plunged into you, giving you no respite to adjust to his hard length before pounding himself into you. Squelching noises filled the room and while you would have most definitely been embarrassed if this was any other scenario, you were a little too preoccupied with screaming Mark’s name loudly as you felt indescribable pleasure.

Mark seemed to be sharing a similar sentiment to yours as he also let out loud moans and grunts as he continued to snap into you. You felt heavenly, so warm and tight, almost as if you were made specially for him and if he could, Mark would want to stay buried inside of you for the rest of his life.

“Ngh, so good! Please don’t stop!” You were practically screaming as your claws sunk themselves into Mark’s back in an attempt to hold onto something. You were incoherent and babbling all sorts of things.

Suddenly, when you thought you couldn’t feel any better, you felt the rough pads of Mark’s fingers roughly rubbing themselves against your engorged clit. Instantly, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and it didn’t take long before you felt as if the Earth was stuttering on its axis as you came.

Tears poured down your pretty face as you sobbed, but it seemed as though Mark was not through with you. Swiftly, he flipped you around, yanking your tail up, which had you shrieking in sensitivity. Your ass immediately perked up while your body slumped forward, completely at his mercy.

“Look at you, so pretty in submission.” You could hear him smiling as he teased you. He admired your pussy, so puffy and glistening from your orgasm before gathering your release onto his fingers and spreading them on your unbreached hole.

All you could do was gasp against your mattress at the sensation, clearly aware of what he was trying to do. Slowly, he prodded his finger into the hole, testing the waters on how you would react before going further. You were trembling against his finger, mewling out as your hands tightly gripped the sheets on his bed. The mix of vulnerability and excitement overwhelmed you, and you couldn't deny the pleasure that was slowly building within you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I’m barely able to get this finger in. How’re you going to be able to take my cock princess?” Quickly you whined back at his words.

“Mhm, I can ugh, I can take it. I promise.” You’re barely able to breathe out before you went back to being a moaning mess as Mark started to move his finger around.

Mark loved how receptive you were to everything he was doing to you. Deciding to try another one, he slowly slid another finger into your incredibly taut hole. You were clenching hard around him, but the second his hands wrapped around your tail again, you seemed to loosen up, which gave him room to scissor his fingers around.

“Please, just put it in. I need you, Mark please!” Your patience was waning and while you appreciated his attempts to loosen you up, knowing that it was not only your first time but also due to his substantial size, you were tired of waiting and now just wanted him in you.

Mark didn’t need to be told twice and he quickly yanked his fingers out before positioning himself on your pulsating hole. He gradually pushed into you and instantly, the tightness around his head had him rolling his head back. As he pushed himself further into you, your whimpers got louder as your back arched further to get closer to him. It was painful and an unfamiliar sensation, but the pleasure outweighed any other feeling and you were determined to take him all.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight around me babe.” Mark mused as he finally sunk all of himself into you before pausing for a second to take everything in. Then, he started to rock himself at a slow pace before adopting a steady pace that was comfortable for both of you.

Once again, lewd sounds of moans and pants filled the room that was potently covered in the scent of sex. Your body quivered against his with his tight grip was the only thing keeping your body from fully slumping over. As you felt yourself loosening up, you felt Mark quickening his pace as he was now pounding relentlessly into you. His balls were harshly slapping themselves against your sensitive clit and you already felt yourself coming close to releasing for a second time tonight.

“Keep going, I’m close! Don’t stop!” You pleaded and it seemed that Mark was also coming close to combusting as you felt him tightly gripping your shoulders to give himself more momentum to thrust into you.

Ringing in your ears came first before everything seemed to cut to white noise as you felt yourself convulsing. You weren’t even sure if you were even awake, let alone alive as the sensation continued. As Mark continued to slam into you, chasing his release, he felt spurts of wetness coming from you. You were squirting and at the realization, Mark instantly came. Ropes of his cum painted your inside and when he finally pulled out, the sight alone was filthy and absolutely porn-worthy. Your hole continued to clench over nothing and his cum slowly seeped out creating an image that Mark knew he would have forever ingrained in his mind.

You had gone fully limp on the bed, with only small twitches giving an indication that you were, in fact, still alive. Mark had completely fucked you into oblivion, and not a single ounce of your previous bratty attitude seemed to have withstood as you didn't even bat an eye when Mark wrapped his arms around you both, trying to recover and catch your breath.

“Guys, I’m here! I’m so sorry, the rain had everyone—what the fuck!” Out of nowhere, the door to the room slammed open, showcasing your owner standing drenched from the rain and sporting a wide smile that quickly disappeared at the sight his two hybrids were found in. Shit, both of you had totally forgotten about Taeyong.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: happy birthday mark lee love you sm and stay rawr xd <3

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[yelenasdiary]

Kinktober request:

Druglord yelena

Somnophilia

Yelena comes home late after working. Find reader asleep. Reader looks too good to yelena after a long day, and can't help but play with reader. 🤭

Be A Good Toy

Pairing: Drug Lord! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: Yelena arrives home from Cuba for work to find you peacefully asleep in her bed, in one of her oversized tees.

Warnings:18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Yelena has a Penis, Somnophilia, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fingering (R Receiving), Orgasm Control?, Language Warning | 1.4K

Translations: Detka (baby), кукла (doll).

AC:This is all consensual, Yelena & Reader have talked about it.

October Special Masterlist

After working a long shift and completing a decent number of operations on dogs and cats, desexing mostly, you were exhausted. You've been seeing Yelena for a fair few months now and found yourself staying at her penthouse more than your own apartment, so it wasn't a surprise when Yelena came home around 2am after a long flight to see you sound asleep in her bed. With a soft cool breeze coming through the window, the duvet only covered your knees, giving the blonde a perfect view of what she missed in her absence.

She could tell you were in somewhat of a deep sleep, but she couldn't help the twitch in her boxers as she gently palmed at her clothed self. "Fuck I've missed you" she muttered to herself as she took in the view of your exposed legs, her eyes trailing up to your black lacey panties. Her boner only growing as she kneeled onto the bed, letting her left hand softly rub over your right butt cheek, giving it a light squeeze. You shifted slightly in your sleep, pushing yourself more into Yelena's hand. She smirked before lightly biting her bottom lip. 

Gently, Yelena turned you onto your back, giving her a better view of you in one of her oversized tees drove her crazy while she palmed at herself harder. The blonde groaned softly to herself as she unzipped her pants and reached for her cock, releasing it from her boxers. With one hand wrapped around her length, stroking herself, her other hand pushed your tee up slightly before her lips placed soft kisses on your stomach. 

You stirred at the touch of her lips, "daddy" you mumbled in your sleep. Yelena looked up at you before kissing your cheek, "shh detka, daddy's home" she whispered before kissing your neck. "Missed you" you mumbled once more, unable to bring yourself to completely wake up. "I know detka, I missed you too" Yelena replied between kisses, one hand keeping her from crushing you while the other rubbed the inside of your thigh, "gonna make you feel good" she added. 

She brought her hand higher up your thigh, gently rubbing over your clothed pussy causing a light moan to leave your lips. A soft smile tugged at your lips as Yelena covered your face with pecks of kisses while her hand continued to rub against you, making you wetter with each rub. Your soft moans grew louder, and Yelena found you trying to grind yourself against her hand, "please daddy" you moaned so softly that Yelena almost missed it. She hushed you once more, this time with her lips on yours before pulling away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Don't worry detka, just get your beauty sleep and daddy will make you feel good" she whispered after releasing your lip. 

Moving your panties to the side, she slid two fingers up and down between your folds, brushing over your clit just to watch your upper body slightly squirm. She loved how wet she could make you with simple touches, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked your arousal off them, humming at the sweetness of you on her tongue. "God, you're so fucking sweet" she mumbled to herself knowing you were too tired to even make sense of her words. 

Your back arched ever so slightly as you felt Yelena's two fingers slide into your pussy with ease, you heard her sigh with relief as if she was truly home along with some words that you didn't care to listen too as your dream soon faded to the thought of your partner's fingers deep inside you. 

"You're so wet with just my fingers detka" Yelena spoke, mostly to herself as she slid them in and out while her thumb toyed with your clit. Moans and mumbled words left your lips as you tried to beg her for more, for her to push her fingers deeper inside of you. Your eyes flickered open when Yelena stopped her actions suddenly, "N-no" you groaned, throwing your head back, "don't tease" you added in a mumble. 

Yelena chuckled as she repositioned herself, aligning the tip of her cock with your entrance after using your wetness as a lubricant before sliding inside your pussy once more. She moaned at how tightly you gripped her length, "fuck кукла" she groaned as she sunk herself in, "I love how tight you are!" she added. You moaned her name as she filled you with her cock, already gripping the sheets with your fists. 

The drug lord could tell you were trying to keep your eyes open, she gently brushed loose strands of hair back out of your face before kissing you with hunger, "sleep detka, be a good toy and let daddy use your pretty pussy" she whispered. Her words along with her gentle thrusts caused you to moan once more, nodding as your eyes closed over. Eger to please you, Yelena began to speed up her thrusts. She moved your tee up, giving her full access to your breasts that bounced with every thrust the blonde gave you.

She toyed with them, groping them, squeezing them, pinching and tugging at your nipples while she chased her high. The room filled with the sounds of bare skin slapping against one another mixed with both of your moans, you clenched around her cock to let her know you were getting closer. "F-fuck detka, you're clenching me so fucking tight!" you heard her say as her hands gripped your hips as she began to move your body in time with her thrusts, your moans growing louder. 

Yelena always loved the view of watching her cock ruin your pussy, watching how easily you sucked her right back in. "You gonna cum for me detka?" she asked not even bothered that your fists were turning white with how hard you were gripping at the sheets. 

"Y-yes daddy!" you replied in a moan before bringing your left hand to rub your clit. 

"Uh Huh" Yelena slapped your hand away, "toys don't touch themselves without asking" she reminded you before she thrusted into you deeper. Quickly, you covered your mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure her cock was giving you, "p-please daddy! G'nna cum!" You spoke in a muttered moan. "That's not how you ask detka" Yelena replied as she applied pressure to your clit but rubbing tight circles around the bundle of nerves. 

"P-ple-please daddy! C-can I cum? P-please!" You begged with your left hand wrapped around Yelena's wrists as she toyed with your clit, your nails digging into her skin while you did your best to hold your orgasm from taking over. 

Yelena quickened her thrusts, her head thrown back slightly as she could feel her own high approaching, "go on detka, cum all over my cock" she spoke, finally giving you permission. With her head slightly thrown back and her eyes closed, Yelena didn't see the devilish smirk that took over your lips, "S'close daddy!" you moaned, holding your orgasm. 

"Fuck!" Yelena moaned, her balls heavy and ready to unload but she never, ever, finished before you did. "K-keep going d-daddy! Fuck me!!" you moaned, throwing your head back as Yelena's eyes shot open to look at you, she shook her head knowing just what you were doing to her. Her fingers pinched your clit making you arch your back, "I said cum detka" she spoke. Her little trick worked, you couldn't hold it any longer and gushed all cover her length, moaning her well-earned title as you came.  

She helped you ride out your high, fucking into you a little harder before she couldn't bare it anymore. "Where do you want it detka?" she asked as she always did when she fucked you raw. "C-cover me daddy!" you looked at her, she nodded before pulling out and stroking herself quickly before unloading her load over your lower stomach. You watched as her cum shot itself onto your skin to the last drop, Yelena crushed down beside you to catch her breath. Your eyes were heavy once more, too tired to even think about cleaning yourself up until you felt Yelena gently turn you onto your left side, kissing the back of your neck she whispered, "I'm not done with you yet just yet detka, go back to sleep, daddy will clean you up when I'm done"

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[hatelangdon]

Gentle with me...

Sub!Tate Langdon x Gentle!Fem!Dom!reader

2.4k words ~

🚨🚨 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI 🚨🚨

🚨 Warnings: Use of toys/pegging, anal fingering (m receiving), Anal sex (M recieving), vibrator use (m receiving), safe light system (Tate says yellow at one point), begging, crying, nipple play, Tate being a whiny sub🚨

A/N: I am so tired, this is my first and possibly last smut. it is 3 a.m. I do not care about errors, yk what i meant and i'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this and I won't have regrets in the morning.

"Tate, we don't have to do anything if you're not ready, baby." You watched Tate's nervous eyes from behind you in the mirror as you adjusted the strap-on to fit your hips.

He immediately averted his gaze, looking down at the floor, his cheeks blushed furiously.

You made your way over to the bed where he was sitting, interlacing your fingers with his. "Talk to me, my love." you placed a gentle kiss on the right side of his cheek "Tell me where your head is at."

"I'm ready...i'm just nervous...i've never done anything like this before.."

"You have nothing to be nervous about Tate, just relax." You reassure him by running your hands through his blonde curls "I always take care of you, don't I? You know that."

The blonde immediately nodded, his nervousness soon turning into excitement. presenting itself with a tent in his boxers.

Tate absolutely adored when you topped, being under you just felt right to him. He was almost always the submissive one when you two had sex, he loved watching you bounce up and down on his dick, using him as your personal dildo. He trusted you with his body wholeheartedly so when you brought up the idea of pegging, he was almost immediately enamored by the idea after doing his own "research" of course, he had never taken anything up the ass before, he never really got the chance to explore his body before there were seventeen bullet holes put into it.

You smirked, feeling him harden up against the palm of your hand, just the slightest touch could drive him crazy, "you trust me, right?"

"I trust you y/n." he whispered breathlessly, as you sensually slid his boxers off, the friction causing him to whine out. His erection fully pronounced against his stomach when you finally got them off.

"I know, my love," You looked him up and down, he was so beautiful like this. His big brown eyes peering into yours, searching for direction, "Lay on your back for me, legs up baby. I wanna see your pretty face while I fuck you."

He did as he was told, laying back on the bed holding up his legs so you could see his pretty pink hole, completely untouched, vulnerable, on display for you and only you. He was completely red in the face

"Good boy. So obedient." you teased, running your hands up and down his thighs, you were more than ready to open him up, anticipating the feeling of being inside him, even though you wouldn't feel anything, the thought of Tate moaning your name as you filled him up with your cock, made your core throb. You noticed that the blonde boy beneath you was nearly shaking with nerves, his entire face red from anticipation "Oh baby, just relax." you tsked, moving his hands, and resting his legs on your shoulders so he wouldn't have to do as much work, "Is that better?" you asked, softly.

Tate nodded, feeling a lot less tense, "Feels a lot better."

You made your way down, leaning your body against his, so you were chest to chest. Your faces only inches apart, the dildo resting right on his hole, causing his eyes to widen, were you just going to put it inside of him? So quickly?!

Just as he was about to freak out, and move you away, you calmed his nerves with a passionate kiss, that lingered on his lips for about 10 seconds before you made you way down to his neck. He took a deep breath trying to keep his composure, but he couldn't stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he melted into your touch. The feeling of your lips against his neck always drove him crazy, he was so sensitive especially when you made your way up near his ears.

The blonde's cheeks flushed from the almost overstimulating amount of pleasure, as your hands explored his chest, rubbing your thumb around his nipple, another sensitive part that could make Tate melt like putty in your hands, you wanted to make sure he was completely relaxed and comfortable before you even put one finger in.

He whined out, his breath hitching in his throat as you continued to nip at his neck, he felt your hand making its way down to his ass, rubbing his soft entrance with your middle finger, not pushing in quite yet, and letting him get used to the feeling.

He wasn't too freaked out, the feeling wasn't terrible, just foreign to him "...Just be gentle with me okay, y/n?" he whimpered, covering up his face with both of his arms, trying to hide his shyness

"I will baby, i'll check on you," you whispered softly into his ear, sending a chill through his body. You moved both of your hands to remove his from his face, pinning them above his head, so you could look deep into those dark eyes, "If everything's going okay just say green, if you need me to slow down, yellow, and if it becomes too much or something hurts, red." you placed a tender kiss onto his lips, that only lasted a few seconds but the minute you pulled away, Tate was begging for more, trying to sit up and lean into it, "I have to finish my instructions, angel," you shushed him, your thumb stroking his cheek "if you say red i'll pull out immediately."

Tate nodded, staring up at you, immediately lulled to safety from your thumb stroking his cheek "Like stoplights?"

you nodded, reassuring him "Like stoplights, my darling."

Tate breathed a sigh of relief, he felt very safe in your care. You always seemed to know exactly what you were doing, and how to take care of him

"I'm just gonna use my fingers to get you open, are you ready?" there was a comically large bottle of lube on the nightstand, you could never have too much. It was water based of course, so the silicone in the toy wouldn't break down, you had done your research.

He nodded, eyelids low as he looked up at you "I'm ready, y/n"

Tate's legs were still propped up on your shoulders so you had easy access to the target of your desire, you pumped a generous amount of the slick liquid onto your index and middle finger.

You were merciful, circling his hole with some lube before you inserted your middle finger, Tate took a deep breath from the sudden stretch. It wasn't what he expected, it wasn't bad but it wasn't good either, he was genuinely unimpressed and uncomfortable.

You started pumping, more focused on helping him open up rather than trying to satisfy him, "you doin okay?"

The blonde nodded, "There's no way this is what has the guys moaning in the videos."

You couldn't help but giggle at his remarks, this was only the beginning. Once he was used to one finger you slipped your index into him, and he was definitely feeling the stretch.

Now this, was uncomfortable. If this was bad, how did he expect to take a toy? you watched both of your fingers, going in and disappearing into his hole, your lover's face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. You curled your fingers up, gently exploring until you found it.

That little ball of pleasure, the prostate. Tate immediately reacted, a small whimper escaping from his lips as soon as your fingers brushed the spot, you could feel his walls clenching around your fingers.

"mm- what was that?" He asked, eyes wide open

You chuckled, "your prostate, baby" you curled your fingers once again, applying direct pressure to the spot, and making Tate cry out from the sensation and sending chills throughout his entire body

"That feels good, keep doing that please" he pleaded,

"Of course" You went on like that, alternating between curling and uncurling your fingers, brushing up against his spot every other time. You tried to keep Tate occupied and quiet with kisses, but he couldn't stop moaning against your lips every time you rubbed up against his spot. He was practically falling apart just off your fingers, and you knew if you continued, you wouldn't even get the opportunity to use the strap.

You removed your fingers just as he got used to them, causing Tate to look at you like you had betrayed him, "What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

"No Tate, no, no, no. You're doing amazing." you shushed him, placing a tender kiss on his forehead knowing that he needed the reassurance, "I think you're ready, baby."

Tate nodded in agreement, knowing exactly what you meant, "I'm ready to take you"

"You need to tell me what you want, sweetheart" You teased, taking a couple pumps of lube into your hand and stroking the silicone cock until it was glistening, and boy was it a sight to see.

Tate stared at you with a hazy smile on his face, as he placed his legs back onto your shoulders, "please fuck me y/n..."

And who were you to deny your baby boy that pleasure?

You positioned yourself so you were lined up directly, you were careful pushing into him, a whine leaving his lips as soon as the tip broke barricade. The strap was much bigger than just your two fingers so the stretch was much more intense and harder to get used to

"oh fuck-" Tate threw his head back, his blonde curls falling into his eyes as he brought it back down, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull

"You okay? that's just the tip." you bent over, pushing his hair from his face with your free hand and placing a kiss on his temple, to calm him down, "deep breaths, we can take a break"

The stretch was painful, but manageable, "Just stay there for a second." he winced, tears pooling in his eyes.

You took that moment to take care of his cock, poor boy had been practically soft from the moment you started fingering him, all of the new sensations were a lot for his body to keep up with. You kept a Hitachi wand in your nightstand, for your personal adventures so you decided to switch it on and put it to use on Tate "My poor angel, let me help you"

The sudden buzzing took him by surprise, but the second you pressed it to his tip he was feeling much better, you ran the vibe up and down his length, helping him get back to full hardness. His moans were soft but they came from deep in his throat.

"mm, y/n please-" his words got stuck, as you turned the vibrator up to the next setting

"please what, darling?" you couldn't help but almost sadistically giggle at him, he was so hot like this.

"please fuck me more, I need your c-cock" His cheeks were hot with embarrassment, but he didn't care at that point he just wanted more. He needed it.

You pushed in, easing the silicone further inside of him. It was no longer painful, Tate just felt full...and he loved it.

You were trying to take it slow with your strokes, but at this point Tate was eager for more, rocking his body back and forth on your cock, all by himself, chasing the feeling of fullness. The toy was practically all the way in him, before he started to feel a little bit of discomfort from the friction

you had noticed that he wasn't moving as easily, you cupped his cheek, "Tate, what's your color?"

The blonde, was grateful for the check-in, "y-yellow, I think I need some more lube"

You nodded, understanding "Oh- of course I got you" you got some more lube, warming it up in your hand and spreading it on the strap as you continued to move in and out of him, only going about half way in

"more, I want more" Tate whined, he had both of his hands on the sides of his ass, holding himself completely open for you, you gave him exactly what he wanted slipping the entire toy into his hole

The most beautiful sounds escaped from his lips as you found your pace, still holding the vibrator flush against his tip, the sound of your skin slapping together and the lube covered toy pounding the plush walls of Tate's hole creating a rhythm of passion.

Every thrust hit up against his prostate relentlessly, you could've fucked this boy forever, in fact it felt like you had just started but he could barely hold on any longer.

"y/n, i'm so close- fuck" Tate cried out trying to keep his composure as you abused his hole.

You giggled, turning the vibrator up once more, "Awwww you poor thing, are you gonna cum?" you teased

Tate could only nod and whimper and response, it was way too much for him to handle, his big teary eyes looking up at you and yearning for some direction

You pushed yourself all the way in, making sure that he was completely filled up before you let him finish "Go ahead Tate, cum for me."

You barely finished your sentence before the blonde completely exploded, whimpering while shooting white ropes all over his stomach and the wand. The room seemed to spin, as every nerve in Tate's body seemed to pulsate from how hard he came.

Although you were also tired, you managed to turn off the wand and pull the strap out, causing Tate to whine from the lack of fullness.

You managed to slip away to put the strap in the bathroom sink, so you could remember to clean it later, you made your way over to the bathtub filling it up with some warm water and lavender bubbles, you both needed it.

Tate was still in the same position when you made your way back into the room

"Are you okay, Tate?" You kissed both sides of his cheeks, wiping down the mess on his tummy with a warm washcloth, while he came down from his high.

He nodded, scrunching up his nose and leaning into the warmth of your skin, his eyes still closed.

"Here have some water," you put the straw of your water bottle into his mouth, and he happily accepted it "I'm running us a bath, you did so good sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

He nodded again, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, and allowing himself to be completely wrapped up in your arms while you held him and played with his hair.

You two were silent for a while, just enjoying the company of one another and waiting for the tub to fill up

Tate positioned himself right by your ear, speaking just loud enough for you to hear him "Y/n?"

"Yes my love?"

"Next time...I wanna ride you."

#american horror story #evan peters #ahs fandom #tate langdon #ahs murder house #fanfic #ahs smut #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon smut #Spotify

[bugs1nmybrain]

Safe: Aizawa Shouta x Virgin! Reader NSFW (Minors Don’t Interact)

Summary: Sex is something you never experienced, and you ended up a virgin into your adult years. You had never felt comfortable enough with anyone, but you finally feel ready to take the leap with Shouta. 

Word Count: 2632

Warnings: Virgin reader, fem reader, a heartwarming amount of consent, fingering, nipple play, vanilla sex

It was a quiet Saturday night and you and Aizawa had been having a little stay-in date together. The weekend is the only time you two get to see each other because of your busy schedules, so Shouta made it a point to savor that free time by spending it with you. Tonight, you ordered Chinese food and were currently watching a movie (but Shouta fell asleep 10 minutes in). 

You and Aizawa have been dating for about four months. You had met each other because you live in the same neighborhood, and he had found you feeding the stray cats every morning. He took a liking to you because of this. You exchanged phone numbers and ended up getting to know one another. 

Admittedly, you were a bit intimidated by Aizawa. He seemed so stern and deadpan, but once you got closer to him, you discovered how gentle and soft this man was under the surface. He was the first person you felt truly comfortable with romantically. You had dated in the past but often found yourself not being able to be authentic with those people. There was a sense of pressure in being in those relationships because they wanted to move too fast for your liking. Those relationships often ended pretty quickly because of this and it was often on bad terms. 

In terms of sex, in particular, you felt hopeless. You were never comfortable enough with those people to take it that far. You never felt ready. This ended up with you into your adult years as a virgin. You felt embarrassed about it. Everyone else has done it, why couldn’t you?

Shouta made you feel like you could be yourself around him. He didn’t encourage you to change or do anything you weren’t ready to do. You had informed him that you were a virgin a few weeks into your guys’ relationship. He wasn’t exactly surprised, he noticed quickly that you seemed a little uncoordinated with the aspects of dating. There wasn’t any pressure to move to that base, Aizawa wasn’t a horny rut who needed to fuck as soon as he started dating someone. The idea wasn’t even brought up afterward. 

For the last week or so, you’ve thought more intensively about having sex. You had experimented with sex toys on yourself and while those felt okay, you knew it wasn’t the real thing.  It scared you to try it. You were afraid you’d do it wrong, or you wouldn’t enjoy it. There was also the fear of being vulnerable with somebody. Being naked with someone and having their own nude body pressed up against yours. That’s not including the idea of a penis being inside of you. It’s all too much to process. 

However, Shouta was somebody that you’ve become comfortable with. You felt safe around him. And although some people would consider him rugged and worn-down, you thought he was quite attractive. Unlike the partners you’ve had in the past, you feel as if your relationship is natural. You wanted your first time to be with him. You knew he’d be patient and gentle with you. 

Some time passed and the movie ends, Aizawa still sleeping. Taking out your phone, you glance at the time shown. 8:47pm. This is typically around the time you’d leave. You look over at Shouta, eyes closed shut, snoring quietly. He’s so cute. 

The more you contemplate it, the more you really wanted to have sex with him. While the thought of being intimate with him made you nervous, there was a burning desire within you that wanted him so badly. It made your heart race and cheeks flush just to think about it. You wondered what he looked like underneath his clothes, how good his hands would feel caressing your figure, his lips on your body…

Feeling your eyes on him even in his sleep, Shouta opens his eyes. You jolt from his unexpected wake. You didn’t realize that you had been spacing out, sight fixed on him. You quickly move your eyes away from him.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Shouta asks, followed by a yawn.

You couldn’t manage to tell him yes. You didn’t want to leave, but he probably wanted you to, you thought. 

“I mean..”

“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

Sometimes it's as if he can read your mind. He’s good at reading you up to this point. It can be annoying at times.

“That’s ok with you?”

“It’s no problem. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch.”

But I want to sleep with you.

Shouta notices your furrowed brows and rigid body language and addresses your nervous appearance.

“Is something wrong?” Shouta asks, concerned.

“No. Not really.”

“I don’t believe that.”

This fucking guy.

“It’s nothing really. It’s..kind of stupid, actually.”

“Stop stalling and get to the point,” he says sternly. He can seem a little mean but Shouta just doesn’t like it when you dance around something you obviously want to say.

Your heart was thumping so loud that you swore he could hear it, too. You wanted to tell him. Of course you did, but it made you so anxious. How do you even tell someone you want to have sex with them??? Mustering up the courage, you finally say it, but fumbling over your words in the process.

“I, um, I..well,,you and I have been together for a while now and umm…I…”

“Come on, out with it,” Shouta says firmly but in a softer tone than before.

“I’d like to, uh..have sex with you..if you’d want to, that is.”

Aizawa raises his brows in curiosity. He wasn’t really expecting this, but he couldn’t say he was upset about it by any means.

“Is that what you really want?”

“Yes. I do want that.”

“And you feel like you’re ready?”

“Yea. I mean, I don’t really know what to do, but I just know that I want to share that kind of experience together.”

There’s a painful silence that falls for a few seconds. Though you couldn’t see because your head was glued to the floor, Shouta softens his look toward you. He scooches close to your side and lets out a deep hum before continuing the conversation.

“I’d like that. You’re comfortable doing this with me?”

“I am. I feel safe with you, Shouta.”

Shouta takes your hand in his and thumbs your palm. He plants a kiss on your temple, making your cheeks turn pink.

“Well, let’s go to the room then, shall we?”

You nod, eyes still focused on your feet. Aizawa stands up from the couch, gesturing for you to go in front of him, following you into the bedroom. Shouta shuts the door behind him. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you sit down on the edge of Shouta’s bed. He sits down close beside you.

“I don’t know what to do,” You say. Aizawa puts his hand on the side of your shoulder, pulling your weight to rest on his side. 

“That’s ok. I’ll teach you.”

His reassurance makes you smile.

You feel your heart fall heavy, realizing what lies ahead of you. Shouta takes the hand that was resting on your shoulder and moves your hair off of your left shoulder, stroking it for a few moments. You never really realized how touch-starved you were until right now. His fingers felt so comforting running through your hair.

Shouta slowly makes his way to kiss the nape of your neck, sending shivers up your body. His breath feels hot on your skin, causing you to melt into him. After focusing on your neck for a bit, he leaves the area, and tilts your head up to place a warm kiss onto your lips. His scuff tickles around your mouth, making you smile into the kiss. He wraps his arms around you, holding the back of your head with his hand.

His kisses grow deeper, tongue sliding along your lower lip, asking for entrance. You grant him permission, and he entangles his tongue with yours. His affection and the sounds of kissing make you feel a pool in your stomach. His hands move to the him of your shirt, moving up underneath it, stopping at your waist for a few moments, giving you a few more kisses. With a kiss to your cheek, Shouta continues. He strips you of your shirt, then your pants, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You feel so vulnerable being almost naked in front of him. 

Kissing you down to your chest, he reaches to your back and unclasps your bra with ease. He peels the material off you slowly, revealing your nude breasts to him. Shouta feels his cock twitch at the sight of your tits. You whimper, embarrassed and self-conscious, and you attempt to cover yourself with your hands. Shouta makes a point to affirm you.

“You don’t have to do that. I want to see you.” He takes your hands and places them on your thighs. He places his hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them. He makes circles around your nipples with his thumb before tweaking them in between his fingers, making you whine. 

“This is a little unfair, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have all your clothes on.”

Aizawa chuckles and admits to your remark, “You’re right. I’ll fix that.” He undresses, leaving his boxers on. Your eyes lock onto his frame. To no surprise, he had hair dusted along his chest.   He isn’t as muscular as most heroes, but he’s toned with scars marking his body. He’s so gorgeous. You can see his boner inside his underwear, making you extra nervous, yet you feel yourself moisten inside of your panties. He moves his fingers on the edges of your underwear, tugging at them.

“I’m going to take these off, okay?”

“Okay.”

He pulls your panties down your thighs and off your legs, dropping them on the floor. 

“Can I touch you?”

Again, you nod nervously.

“Use your words, kitten.”

Kitten. That alone makes your insides flutter like crazy.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

Shouta caresses your thighs and guides his fingers in between your legs, lightly touching your labia. The feeling of your soaked cunt makes him strain against his boxers, cock growing warmer. He moves between your folds, reaching your wet clit, and circling it with two fingers. An anxious moan escapes. 

“So responsive,” He teases. He lowers his head to your tits, taking a nipple in his mouth as he keeps playing with your clit. You’re pulsing against him, overwhelmed by the sensations. The circles of his fingers pace faster, but not too vigorously. You tremble underneath his touch, feeling your orgasm approaching. 

“Yes, Shouta…keep going, please!” You quietly plead. 

With a few more moments of pleasure, you feel violent waves of pleasure surge through your body. Extra fluid escapes your pussy, leaving his fingers a sticky mess. He hums as you pant from the aftermath of your climax. God, you were so perfect for him. He kisses your forehead, “How are you feeling?” 

“You’re really good at that.” 

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes.”

Shouta lays down beside you and removes his boxers. You watch as his cock springs out, revealing his well-endowed member. You quiver at the sight, averting your eyes instantly.

“You can look. It’s not going to bite, I promise.”

You giggle lightly and look back at him. “I’ve never seen one. Should I touch you?” 

“If you want to.”

You were reluctant, but you wanted to touch him. Your hand gets close, but you hesitate. Shouta notices and takes your hand to rest on his penis. The foreign feeling makes your breath hitch, but you manage to stroke it slowly.

“I don’t know how..”

“You’re doing good, just put a little more pressure on it.”

Obliging to his request, you move your hand along his cock, applying pressure as you stroked it. You thumb around the glands, drawing out a low, drawn out hum from Shouta. He sounded so sexy. You continue your movements, increasing the pace a little. He kissed your neck while you touched his cock. Shouta could feel the buildup of an orgasm approaching, his pleasure coming mostly from how adorable you were figuring out how to please him. 

“Stop,”he says abruptly. You look back in confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, kitten. You’re doing just fine. I just don’t want to cum before I’m inside you.”

Right. You two hadn’t even gotten to the main event. 

Shouta reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom from the drawer. He climbs over you, tearing the package to then slide the condom down his shaft. His attention focuses back on you. You’re clearly very very nervous, shoulders rising and falling at the rhythm of your heavy breaths. 

Your heart is beating so fast and Shouta can tell.

“Try to relax. It won’t feel good if you don’t.”

You take a few deep breaths and try your best to relax your body. Shouta moves the tip of his cock up and down your folds. He halts to a stop, proceeding to push himself deep inside you. You wince at the pain and Shouta stops, letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really. I just feel full.” 

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

Shouta moves gently, pulling in and out of you with slow thrusts. The sensation of his thick cock filling you up repeatedly makes your stomach tighten. 

“Breathe, kitten.”

You comply with his suggestion. Shouta moves closer to your body, pressing his naked chest against yours. He focuses on your facial expressions, looking for signs of discomfort. Your eyes are soft and you’re producing soft whimpers. 

“You can..you can go faster,” you tell him, feeling adjusted to his length. 

Shocks of pleasure are filling you as he begins to thrust at a moderate pace. Shouta buries his face in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for comfort. He grunts deep in your ear, making you moan at the sound. You’re so tight and wet around his cock, making him twitch inside of you. The perfect grip of your walls of your insides makes him increase the speed slightly, snapping his hips against you at a perfect rhythm. You whine, whimper, and moan at every slick thrust. Your noises are music to his ears. 

“Shouta!”

Shouta praises you, “You’re doing so well, kitten. Just a little bit more.”

He can feel his own orgasm approaching. He keeps filling you deeply, over and over. Finally, he groans as he releases his cum in the condom that was inside of you. Shouta leaves himself inside of you for a few more moments as the sounds of you panting fill the air. He pulls out of you and removes the condom, tossing it into the trash bin next to the bed. 

Shouta lies down beside you, and pulls you into his chest, planting a kiss on your temple.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Very good.” You smile.

“I’m glad.”

“Shouta?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted that just as much as you did.”

“I feel so lucky to be with you.”

“I’m not that special, you know?”

“You are to me.”

“I love you.”

Shouta doesn’t say it often. When he does he really means it. 

“I love you too.”

He continues to stroke your hair until you eventually drift off to sleep, and he soon follows suit.  You’re so unbelievably happy right now. It was thanks to him that your first time got to be so special. 

#aizawa #aizawa smut #Aizawa Shouta #virgin reader #aizawa x reader

[claymorexpunisher]

Call Me Daddy (18+ One Shot)

This was literally sitting in my drafts and I got some inspo to finish it sooo. Enjoy, my loves! 🥰🥰

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader

Summary: Roman wants to be addressed properly. Reader makes it a bit difficult for him… until he turns the tables on her.

Tags: 18+, Daddy kink(at this point let’s not be surprised), fingering, humiliation (if you blink). Dom/Sub undertones, consensual kink, consensual sex.

Word Count: 714

I struggled to meet Roman’s steady and slightly amused gaze as he cupped my chin and lifted my face up.

When I finally got the courage to look into his brown eyes, both of his hands gently head my face before he pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss grew much more passionate very quickly, making me go a little woozy as Roman’s tongue tangled up with mine.

“Say it,” he commanded against my lips before he brought me onto his lap, nipping playfully at my bottom lip before he pressed our lips together fully again, weaving his fingers into my hair and lightly pulling on it and making me dizzy. I panted hard as his lips moved to my cheek, down to my neck and even lower onto my chest.

“D-… daddy…” I finally let myself moan as Roman released one of my breasts from the confines of tank top, and his mouth latched onto my sensitive nipple while his hand fondled the other. Mortification made my face burn.

My bones already felt like jelly and there was nothing I could do about it.

I smirked softly as I felt and heard Roman shiver against me as the word finally fell from my lips and I felt him harden underneath me.

I bore down onto him, moaning as I brought him as close to me as possible.

I gasped and arched into him as he lightly bit down on my nipple in response.

Roman released himself from his sweats, careful not to jostle me off his lap. And then he pulled my panties to the side and he firmly rubbed my clit and he ran his expert fingers over my dampening folds, getting me ready for him.

He smirked at the rivers of arousal he found between my legs and it only made my arousal grow. Before I knew it, my hips were moving on their own accord as his fingers toyed with me, gently stretching me open for him.

“Daddy.” I said in a harder, annoyed tone. The word felt more and more natural the more it left my lips.

Or the hornier I got for his cock, I should say. Who was I kidding?

Roman’s deep, mocking chuckle made me whine from deep within my chest and my hips never dared cease their now frantic movements.

He was toying with me in more ways than one and it was starting to piss me off. And he knew it.

“So that’s all it’s gonna take tonight, uh?” Roman quipped and his mocking smirk and heavily-lidded eyes met my disgruntled features. “Why don’t you say that again and maybe I’ll think about puttin’ my dick inside you?” He said crudely. He was teasing me, but I didn’t miss the strain in his voice and on the veins in his neck. I didn’t miss the way the hand he had still wrapped in my hair tensed every so often as if he were holding himself back from gripping himself and making me take him.

Fine. Roman wasnt gonna gimme what I want? I wouldn’t either.

“Fuck me and maybe I’ll say it again.” I challenged, feeling him freeze before he let another one of those deep, sultry chuckles that had me clenching around his fingers.

Suddenly, Roman’s fingers nudged deeper inside of me. The action took me by surprise and it caused me to dig my nails into the skin of his shoulders as my back arched. Through my arousal, I met his triumphant gaze.

“Oh you’re gonna say it. You’re gonna call me Daddy until I say so. Aren’t you, babygirl? We both know that’s how this is gonna go.” Roman murmured, biting his bottom lip as he watched writhe and whimper and shudder like a cat in heat.

Even if I wanted to say a single damn thing, I didn’t think that I could. As his fingers nudged relentlessly against my sweet spot, my brain went numb and I couldn’t think up a single coherent and much less smart assed thing to say.

Pretty soon, his fingers weren’t enough. And just like he said, I didn’t stand a chance.

I begged and pleaded until my voice was almost hoarse and he finally, finally had mercy on me and gave into my pleas...

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns fan fiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x female reader #wwe smut #wwe oneshot #wwe fic

[inourtownofhawkins]

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒞𝒶𝓉

Summary: Every cat loves Eddie, all except one.

Author's note: I have no idea where this came from but the idea of a cat making Eddie's life hell is so funny to me.

CW: None

Word count: 702

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

It was easy to say Eddie liked cats, and cats very much liked Eddie. Anywhere he’d go, he would somehow attract cats; whether they were strays or domesticated, they seemed to be all over him.

All cats liked Eddie, except for one.

Wayne’s ginger tabby cat – also called Eddie – despised him. Eddie the Cat would pee on Eddie the Human’s bed, use his guitar amps as chew toys and hiss anytime he so much looked in the cat’s general direction. On more than one occasion, Eddie had thought about how life would be easier if that cat wasn’t around.

The ginger tabby had been around for as long as Eddie could remember, always curled up with Wayne on the couch after he came home from work and snuggled up to him while he slept.

But as soon as Wayne left, and it was just Eddie and the cat? A never-ending spree of growling, hissing, and trying to bite and scratch Eddie’s hands. But nobody ever believed him, because the cat was so nice and sweet to everyone else except for him.

Even you had a hard time believing that the little elderly cat was capable of being so vicious, as he was always sweet to you and wanting head scratches. It was while you were giving Eddie the cat endless amounts of attention and Eddie the human was stumbling in the kitchen to make drinks that you made him question everything, by a simple observation; “Eds, have you ever thought about who was named Eddie first?”

He hesitated as he brought his head out of the fridge to look at you, “what do you mean, honey?”

You leaned back a little on the sofa to get your head closer towards him. “I mean, the cat has been around for practically forever. Have you thought that the cat was named after you or the other way around?”

Eddie completely froze at the thought, falling unusually silent for the rest of the night until you went home, and he was able to sit down with Wayne during dinner. “Wayne,” he began, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “This is a serious question; was the cat named after me, or was I named after the cat?”

Wayne looked at his nephew for a few moments, completely confused as to why he’d ask such a question before finally answering. “You were named after the cat.”

The answer completely broke Eddie, he felt as if his whole life was a lie. For years, he thought he was named after a distant family member or someone famous but to be named after that cat? Absolutely not. It had to be a lie; it couldn’t possibly be true.

But Wayne wouldn’t lie to him, would he?

Laying in bed and being unable to shake that thought, even at 2am. He called you, waiting multiple times for you to pick up, your sleepy voice quietly coming through the phone. “Eddie, it’s late, tell me it’s important otherwise I’ll have to kill you.”

He could tell you were already falling back asleep as you were talking, and he did feel bad for waking you up, but you were the voice of reason. “I’m sorry for waking you up, baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you in the morning, but Wayne told me I was named after the cat and-”

Your sigh cut him off, hearing the rustling of your bedcovers as you got comfortable. “Eddie, you were not named after the cat, and the cat doesn’t hate you.”

“But how do you know?”

“Because Eddie the Cat is seventeen years old, you’re almost twenty. And he only attacks you because weed is toxic to cats and you reek of it most of the time, you complete muppet. Now go to fucking bed.”

Eddie was about to question you again, but you hung up on him, almost instantly drifting off back to sleep. He tried to call you several times, but you were too deep in sleep to reply. By the time you woke up, you had 6 missed calls and only one text.

EDDIE: But how can you be SURE I wasn’t named after the cat?

#spilled ink #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[antimonyandthyme]

oscar/mark, a/b/o dynamics

“You’re not being rational about this,” Oscar says, and he sounds surprised, as if he had fully expected Mark to roll over and acquiesce.

In all the time Mark has known Oscar, he can count on one hand the instances in which they’ve butt heads. Most often they rub up against each other with mild annoyances, Hey, answer your phone quicker, this was important, easily solvable things. But this galls.

It isn’t about the offer. Not even that it’d cross every professional boundary in existence, and then throw the whole rulebook into the ocean too. But that Oscar thinks it’s the rational thing to do. Cut and dry, as cold and as clinical as you like.

Oscar’s looking at Mark as if he were a puzzle he can’t figure out. Mark swallows down the fully formed retort on his tongue, Hey, buddy, I don’t know if you’ve noticed in your twenty-something or so years living on earth, but heats aren’t exactly rational—

But that’d just sound petty. And Oscar would just blink at him in that way of his anyway, that way that meant, Why are you so upset?

Mark isn’t in the mood to explain. Definitely not in the mood to explain to someone more than half his age why he doesn’t think it would be a good idea to spend his impending heat together.

“No thank you, Oscar,” he says again.

“But.” Oscar frowns. “I’m right here.”

He isn’t posturing, that much Mark knows, as sure as he is that Oscar would rather roll his eyes than click an extra button to complain on the radio. There are no hidden layers when Oscar speaks, Mark likes that about him. And it isn’t arrogance either. He’s just being frustratingly, infuriatingly, irritatingly, rational.

So Mark has no reason being angry.

“All the same,” he says, as neutrally as he can manage, “I’d rather spend it alone.”

There’s a small, selfish lick of satisfaction at the whipcrack ripple of emotion it causes in Oscar’s expression, which then makes him feel like a giant asshole. But whatever.

Heats. Rational. Sure.

--

When did we get so old, huh, he said the last time Seb visited, and they had ended up mostly napping like two lazy cats in the sun. On a regular schedule the suppressants work fine, throw in jet-lag into the mix and they see fit to wreak havoc on his body. Migraines and loss of appetite, and the doctor had advised to just lay off during the race calendar.

Which, alright, can be done, except there’re three out of four of the yearly heats that would possibly land on a race weekend.

He detests arranging for services during a race, and spending heats alone is no longer the end of the world it once was. Uncomfortable, certainly, but much less now than when he was younger. The good thing about growing old is that you learn some tricks. You listen to your body and its needs, except when it’s fucking whinging for an alpha who’s absolutely out-of-bounds.

Saturday morning has his temperature surging, and he knows making Qualifying is out of the question. He texts Oscar a perfunctory, Good luck, make us proud, and goes to hunker down in the hotel room.

He’s prepared. The mini-fridge’s stocked, and he’s brought an assortment of toys to deal with the gnawing emptiness. It’s routine at this point. Moan and snarl and curse his existence, grow lucid enough to switch the telly on while stroking his cock and fucking himself with a toy, then back to curling into the tiniest, tightest ball in a mass of blankets, all the while sweating and blurting out half his body weight in fluids. Heave himself up to eat a sandwich. Check on Oscar’s times. Dry-heave a little while texting him congratulations. Go back to bed. Rinse, repeat.

The one bone, the one benefit of having regular heats, is that they don’t last long. By evening, Mark’s body has settled into some not-yet-post-heat-but-getting-there state. His dick is still hard, but at least he doesn’t feel the need to give himself rug-burn by tugging at it every five minutes.

Convenient, because the door-bell rings.

“Fucking hell,” Mark says, unimpressed. “What are you doing here?”

He thought he’d made himself exceptionally clear. But Oscar’s here, looking about as far from usual Oscar as Mark’s possibly seen him. Anxious, disheveled, toe-tapping nervous nonsense. Eyes-shifty, red-cheeked. Impossibly endearing.

“I have had a lot of time to think about this,” Oscar says, which in Oscar-speech means he stared into the abyss for a couple of hours thinking about nothing else. “It occurs to me that I’ve been horribly remiss.”

“You talk like an old man,” Mark says.

“I’m trying to apologize,” Oscar says, agitated. “I didn’t mean to. Offer so flippantly. As if your heat has no significance.”

There is no significance, is Mark’s knee-jerk response, but even he can see it for the lie it is.

“I… was hurtful without meaning to be. I’m sorry, Mark.”

Mark nods stiffly. He might be out of deep waters, but the ache of loneliness takes some time to dispel. Best to close the door in Oscar’s face soon before his body gets any stupid ideas. “Apology accepted,” he says.

Oscar opens his mouth. “That’s not all.”

Of course it isn’t. Oscar smells like pine and those godawful expensive vanilla candles and this is just not a very good time. “Go on,” Mark says, through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t being truthful earlier.”

Mark blinks. “About?”

“Rationality,” Oscar says, and suddenly it’s as if he hates the word. “That was never why I offered. I thought. I thought it’d be the only reason you’d accept. If I could make you see it as something easy. You’re here, I’m here, you know? Might as well.”

“Oscar,” Mark says faintly.

“Mark,” Oscar retorts. “You get what I’m saying, right? I offered because I want to. You know. Be the alpha in your heat. Christ. Is that how people go about saying it? I don’t fucking know, mate. I just want to help you, like you’ve helped me.”

Oscar sounds as if he’s practiced this in front of the mirror. Practiced it and then gone and fucked it all up anyway, because his ears are bright red and he’s looking as if he wants the tiled hotel floor to swallow him up. He’s staring at the ground, or, quite possibly, at the line of Mark’s erection through his sweatpants.

“Mark. Could you say something please?”

“I don’t think—”

“That it’s a good idea, yeah, I got that earlier. Could I hear something honest, please?”

Oscar’s never once asked Mark for anything. Sure, manager duties aside, Mark busting an arm and a leg to pave the way for a certain career aside, Oscar’s never once asked Mark for more. And now he’s asking, heart on his sleeve, and Mark’s too worn down to say anything but—

“It’d be nice.”

Oscar whips his head up. All hopeful, like a pup promised a treat. “I—what—really?”

“Nice, and completely irresponsible of me.”

“Okay,” Oscar’s saying, and already he’s leaning in toward Mark, shuffling eagerly forward such that he’s breached the doorway. “Okay, but. It’d still be nice, right?”

"Yeah," Mark sighs. “Yes.”

Oscar takes one more step forward. Something clicks in the right direction when he places one hand on Mark’s jaw, and the other on his hip. A lock being turned in place, a scale being tipped. Something like that.

Quick on the uptake, never slow to see his moment of win, greedy, hungry, opportunistic. All traits of a good Formula 1 driver. That’s his boy.

Mark closes his eyes. Regret can come tomorrow, after the race. He pulls the door shut behind them.

#athy texts #fanfic #rpf #oscar/mark #a/b/o #points at below post

[ihavethedreamies]

In the Middle | Easy to Expert (3 v3)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Hwang Hyunjin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.8k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Hyunjin

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Oral (M! and F! Receiving/Anal), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Author's Note: I was supposed to just do a part two for Felix's Easy but now I have these as well…

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"A threesome?" Hyunjin looked up from his phone. Felix suggested it so casually. Hyunjin would be lying if he said he hadn't ever thought about fucking his best friend's girlfriend. Even before they were dating.

"You in?"

"Are you asking me because she wanted one, or…"

"No, she requested you by name." Felix had a pillow on his lap so he could rest his chin on it as he played on his own phone.

"Here?" Hyunjin asked, looking around your apartment. You had scurried back into your room earlier, claiming to need the bathroom.

"Yeah."

"Now?"

"If you want." Felix shrugged. Hyunjin cast his eyes toward the hall that led to your bedroom.

"If she's sure." The taller man nodded and he saw Felix smirk.

"Get ready, love!" He shouted over his shoulder and he heard you call out a giddy, "Okay!"

You had been flitting about your bedroom to waste time as Felix made the suggestion. When he brought Hyunjin over, you knew it was time. Felix and you had been dating for a few months, and despite you choosing Hyunjin a while ago, your boyfriend insisted on waiting for the actual event. He had originally wanted to dress you up like the animal Hyunjin was associated with, but… There was a cat set of lingerie, fox, dog, even a horse, but not ferret or weasel. You two decided on just getting a frilly, mostly vanilla, set. It consisted of a babydoll with a black bra and hem, the sheer frills were white. Your crotchless panties were also black and allowed the plug Felix picked out to easily sit inside your ass without restriction. You also had on thigh-high, black and white striped socks. The butt-plug Felix had originally gotten had different tails to be attached, but without an animal cosplay you weren't sure which one to use. He ended up picking a generic black tail reminiscent of a cat's and simple black headband with rounded ears on it. While not exact, it would work. The final touch was a black choker with a silver heart-shaped tag, Felix's name etched into it. When you and Felix had gone over the ground rules, you were kind of surprised by what he was willing to let Hyunjin do to you. Even talking about it excited you.

You picked up your phone when you were ready, having prepared entirely and was just waiting for them to come in. You sent your boyfriend a thumb's up and then waited patiently near your bed. Felix came in first and his lips pulled into a smug grin.

"You look perfect, love. Doesn't she?" Your boyfriend stepped in fully, allowing his friend to follow. You shuffled under the taller man's gaze, the intense stare made your skin tingle.

"Absolutely." His beautiful lips pulled into their own smirk. How the hell were you lucky enough that your ethereally gorgeous boyfriend had an equally as attractive best friend.

"Go help him, love." Felix prompted, moving further into your bedroom to get the stuff he prepared from the nightstand drawer. You scampered forward, stopping in front of Hyunjin. Even though Felix was short compared to other men, he was still taller than you. But Hyunjin was even taller, and you felt incredibly small so close to him. You loved it.

"Help me with what, darling?" He flashed your boyfriend a look to make sure the pet name was okay, but he didn't even react. Your small hands went to the strings of his hoodie, your nails were painted black as well. The whole ensemble was incredibly appealing, but what he loved most was the tail hanging from your butt. It swayed with your hips as you moved and he wondered what it felt like to you. Hyunjin smirked down at you as he helped you remove his clothes. The large sweatshirt hit the floor and you eagerly took his t-shirt off as well. Your mouth nearly watered seeing him bare. He had been working out more recently and the new definition was just right. He shivered a bit when your fingers brushed over his stomach and you stepped even closer. Hyunjin wanted so bad to kiss you, but he didn't know if he was allowed.

"Are there any rules?" He was more asking Felix, but he was looking into your wide eyes the whole time.

"Hm…Only I can use her ass, and you can't come inside her. She doesn't like a condom, but she likes getting creampied too much I'm not willing to share." Felix smirked at his friend, holding a few bottles.

"I can kiss her?" Hyunjin was a little shocked by this and so were you, but not upset. Hyunjin was your boyfriend's best friend and he showed his favor for him by letting him have access to you in a way no one else could. He did gatekeep some, but not much. Since he got permission, his large hand cupped the back of your head and hauled you close, sealing his plush lips over yours. You whined and he smiled through the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. As he pulled away, he nibbled on your bottom lip and your lips hovered close to his as you undid his pants. The black jeans fell to the floor and you palmed his hard on through his underwear and leaned down to lay searing kisses on your neck.

"What color, love?" Felix called out and your head was swimming a bit, but you managed to answer.

"Red." You replied and he put the others away.

"'Lix?" You called and he hummed.

"Can I?" You asked simply and he hummed again. At this you sunk to your knees, hands quickly going to Hyunjin's waist band. He was shocked at your speed but he simply chuckled as you removed his boxers. As his hard cock bobbed in the air before you, you let out a small whimper. He was… Not overly thick, you could manage at least to get your hand around him, you weren't sure his whole length would fit in you. It was long and pretty like the rest of him.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He whined as your mouth eagerly wrapped around the head of his cock, and you began to descend on his length. You moaned softly at his taste and the vibration made him shiver. You yelped suddenly, gagging a bit as Hyunjin heard a buzzing noise begin. Felix had turned the vibration of the plug on, a feature you did not know it had. Breathing harshly through your nose, you got used to the buzz.

"(Y/N)?" He was shocked when the tip hit the back of your throat, and you kept going. Your eyes rolled back as you buried Hyunjin's dick in your throat, gagging a bit. He was definitely longer than Felix. Poor thing already had a sweat break out on his forehead and chest and if he wasn't balls deep in your mouth, you would be licking up the drops.

"Shit." The slightly older male groaned as your head began to move. You loved when your boyfriend would fuck your face as you just sat there and took it, but that was Felix's privilege. You were a little surprised yourself though that he was going to allow Hyunjin to come down your throat. They really were best friends. He exhaled as you pulled off his cock completely, holding him at the base and running your tongue up the underside. You then kissed down his length and to his groin. A drop of sweat rolled down his lower stomach and you caught it with your tongue, licking up to his belly button. His large hand came to your head and he led you back to swallowing him. You hummed in delight as you deepthroated him more and you could taste his precum on the back of your tongue.

"Felix, can I come inside?" Hyunjin's request was nearly breathless as he tried to hold his hips back from fucking his cock into your mouth more.

"Just in her mouth," Felix specified and Hyunjin looked down to see your eyebrows furrow in frustration, but you followed his rules. Pulling the length of Hyunjin's dick that went deep than your mouth out, you pumped your hand and looked up at him. Seeing your wide eyes pleadingly looking at him, Hyunjin swore and came in your mouth. You eagerly swallowed what he gave you, the sensation still wonderful despite not flowing straight down your throat. Once he was done, you pulled off him, licking the few drops that spurted out. He hadn't softened completely and he let your head go so you could scramble back over to Felix at the foot of the bed. You kneeled before your boyfriend and he ran his finger over the side of your mouth, catching a stray drop of Hyunjin's cum, and you sucked it off your finger.

"What do you say, love?"

"Thanks, Felix."

"And?" You turned to look at the other man.

"Thanks, Jinnie."

"Of course, darling."

"On your back, love." Felix prompted and you got up, getting on the bed and relaxing into a obviously practiced place.

"Come here." He motioned to Hyunjin who came over. You were on your back, butt right at the edge of the bed, the tail of the plug dangling down. Your legs were bent and spread so he had a perfect view of your soaking cunt.

"Fill her up." Felix prompted, continuing to undress till he was just in his boxers.

"Now?" Hyunjin was a little shocked. He expected to go at the same time as your boyfriend.

"Yeah." Felix shrugged and he watched as he went to kneel by your head and he understood what was going on. He came to the foot of the bed, his knees hitting the mattress and you whined as he rubbed the head of his cock through the lips of your cunt. He watched intensely as Felix placed the head of his dick at your lips and you whined again. Right as Felix started to fuck his cock into your mouth, Hyunjin pressed into your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you adjusted your head, your boyfriend's delicious cock filling your mouth easily, then into your throat. He smirked, seeing your throat bulge around his cock and Hyunjin groaned at the sight as well, finally bottoming out inside you. Hyunjin was deep inside you, pressing up against your cervix as you swallowed Felix's length. You were in heaven as they began to thrust at the same time, Felix knowing just how to do it to not cut your air off too bad. At this angle he didn't go as deep as he could, your boyfriend knew you didn't love when his balls brushed over your face. Hyunjin marveled as you just laid there and took it, though, your painted nails were digging into the bedding.

"Do her harder." Felix prompted and Hyunjin grabbed your thighs and hitched your legs up to his hips and snapped his hips. You yelped around Felix's dick, your throat clenching perfectly around his head. Felix's low chuckle rumbled through you and Hyunjin grunted as your cunt clenched around him. Little did the other man know, the reason you were close to cumming was because of your boyfriend fucking your face. You couldn't count the number of times you fell apart just because he pumped cum down your gullet.

"I'm gonna cum, darling." Hyunjin grunted out, and almost forgot the rule. It was good enough that he got to fuck you raw though, he would be content painting your stomach and tits white instead. He pulled out, stroked himself twice then came over you. It was hot and Hyunjin watched your cunt flutter and drip as Felix held your throat softly, grunting as he too came. You swallowed over and over, your vision swimming from the lack of air, and you gasped to catch your breath when Felix withdrew. They both groaned at the sight of you, your torso and face covered in cum, drool still slipping out of the side of your mouth. Your muscles clenched around the still vibrating plug in your ass and Felix nodded at his friend.

"Take it out of her." He instructed, so Hyunjin kneeled down so he could watch better, and slowly pulled the plug out. You mewled at the feeling and the buzzing stopped when Felix tapped his phone.

"Throw it on the floor." He motioned to the side and so Hyunjin did just that. Felix originally wasn't going to allow the next move, but he wanted to spoil his love some. He tossed the red bottle to Hyunjin who caught it and looked over the label. Cherry flavored.

"She's clean…" Your boyfriend's tone was implicative. Hyunjin met his gaze, remembering earlier but his friend shrugged.

"You can taste." Hyunjin was more than willing to comply, so he opened the tube and squeezed a dollop onto two of his fingers. He circled your pucker and stuck his fingers in to coat your insides and groaned at the tight feeling. You shivered as he took his fingers back out and grabbed your thighs. Your cunt was dripping down the cleft of your ass, so Hyunjin leaned forward and licked a long path from your ass up to your clit. Your hips flinched and he smirked, descending again. His tongue swirled the entrance of your cunt, but he kept going. His tongue ran over the rim of your ass and you mewled when his tongue fucked in. The artificial cherry taste was more like candy than cough syrup luckily, and he loved feeling your muscles spasm around his tongue.

"Jinnie~" You moaned when his thumb rubbed over your clit, circling it. Felix watched intently, making note of every little move you made. You were shivering some, but that alone would not be enough to get you over the edge.

"Okay, help her up here." Felix snapped to get Hyunjin to stop when he didn't right away. He pulled back, licking the cherry off his lips and did as he was told. Scooping your limp body up into his arms, Hyunjin placed you at the head of the bed between him and Felix. Your back was to your boyfriend as you all laid on your sides.

"Kay, fill her pussy again." Felix held your leg up for his friend as his cock filled your cunt again. You moaned lightly and Hyunjin held your leg over his hip then, allowing your boyfriend to place the tip of his own dick at your lubed up pucker.

"Felix~" You keened, your nails digging into the flesh of Hyunjin's shoulders. Both men groaned at the tight clench of you with both of them inside you had to breathe purposefully to get used to the full stretch. You already feared getting addicted to the feeling. Without warning, Felix began to pump his hips, hard and shallow, Hyunjin falling into rhythm with him. When one was pulling out, the other thrusted in, not leaving you empty. Your breath hitched, you mewled and whimpered, then nearly squealed when their thrusts synced up and strengthened. Hyunjin's brow furrowed, his eyes closed and his sweaty skin brushed against yours. You scooted forward some so your tongue could run over his jaw and he huffed a laugh.

"She's such a good little slut, huh?" Felix smirked, licking over the ridge of your ear. His hands ran over your waist under the babydoll, your breasts jiggling with the force in the black cups of the bra.

"Shit, yes, so good~" Hyunjin groaned, reveling in your tongue tracing his collar bone.

"Get as deep as you can." Felix led, and you yiped as they both did so, just grinding into you. Immediately, Hyunjin felt the change, your cunt fluttered around him, squeezing even harder.

"Cum, love." Felix ordered and you fell over the edge. Hyunjin gasped, your cunt squirting onto his groin.

"Go ahead." Your boyfriend made eye contact with Hyunjin and let out a long moan and came inside. Felix filled your ass with his own hot cum and your fading orgasm restarted and you nearly blacked out. As you slipped in and out of conscious reality, you reveled in being in between them. You felt small, and safe, and content. At the same time Hyunjin and Felix both silently agreed that you belonged there, nestled in the middle of their embrace.

"A threesome?" Hyunjin looked up from his phone. Felix suggested it so casually. Hyunjin would be lying if he said he hadn't ever thought about fucking his best friend's girlfriend. Even before they were dating.

"You in?"

"Are you asking me because she wanted one, or…"

"No, she requested you by name." Felix had a pillow on his lap so he could rest his chin on it as he played on his own phone.

"Here?" Hyunjin asked, looking around your apartment. You had scurried back into your room earlier, claiming to need the bathroom.

"Yeah."

"Now?"

"If you want." Felix shrugged. Hyunjin cast his eyes toward the hall that led to your bedroom.

"If she's sure." The taller man nodded, and he saw Felix smirk.

"Get ready, love!" he shouted over his shoulder, and he heard you call out a giddy, "Okay!"

You had been flitting about your bedroom to waste time as Felix suggested the plan. When he brought Hyunjin over, you knew it was time. Felix and you had been dating for a few months, and despite you choosing Hyunjin a while ago, your boyfriend insisted on waiting for the actual event. He had originally wanted to dress you up like the animal Hyunjin was associated with, but…There was a cat set of lingerie, fox, dog, even a horse, but not ferret or weasel. You two decided on just getting a frilly, mostly vanilla, set. It consisted of a babydoll with a black bra and hem, the sheer frills were white. Your crotchless panties were also black and allowed the plug Felix picked out to easily sit inside your ass without restriction. You also had on thigh-high, black and white striped socks. The butt-plug Felix had originally gotten had different tails to be attached, but without an animal cosplay you weren't sure which one to use. He ended up picking a generic black tail reminiscent of a cat's and a simple black headband with rounded ears on it. While not exact, it would work. The final touch was a black choker with a silver heart-shaped tag, Felix's name etched into it. When you and Felix had gone over the ground rules, you were kind of surprised by what he was willing to let Hyunjin do to you. Even talking about it excited you.

You picked up your phone when you were ready, having prepared entirely and was just waiting for them to come in. You sent your boyfriend a thumbs up and then waited patiently near your bed. Felix came in first and his lips pulled into a smug grin.

"You look perfect, love. Doesn't she?" Your boyfriend stepped in fully, allowing his friend to follow. You shuffled under the taller man's gaze; the intense stare made your skin tingle.

"Absolutely." His beautiful lips pulled into their own smirk. How the hell were you lucky enough that your ethereally gorgeous boyfriend had an equally as attractive best friend.

"Go help him, love." Felix prompted, moving further into your bedroom to get the stuff he prepared from the nightstand drawer. You scampered forward, stopping in front of Hyunjin. Even though Felix was short compared to other men, he was still taller than you. But Hyunjin was even taller, and you felt incredibly small so close to him. You loved it.

"Help me with what, darling?" He flashed your boyfriend a look to make sure the pet-name was okay, but he didn't even react. Your small hands went to the strings of his hoodie, your nails were painted black as well. The whole ensemble was incredibly appealing, but what he loved most was the tail hanging from your butt. It swayed with your hips as you moved, and he wondered what it felt like to you. Hyunjin smirked down at you as he helped you remove his clothes. Your eyes flicked back to his devastatingly pretty face and your brow furrowed noticing something new.

“When did you get an eyebrow piercing?” you asked, flabbergasted. Was he trying to kill you and every other male-attracted person on the face of the earth? Fuck, that’s hot. Hyunjin smirked at your reaction.

“About a week ago.” He shrugged and you just started for a second, then snapped back to the moment and your hands went to the hem of his hoodie. The large sweatshirt hit the floor and you eagerly took his t-shirt off as well. Your mouth nearly watered seeing him bare. He had been working out more recently and the new definition was just right. He shivered a bit when your fingers brushed over his stomach, and you stepped even closer. Hyunjin wanted so bad to kiss you, but he didn't know if he was allowed.

"Are there any rules?" He was asking Felix more than you, but he was looking into your wide eyes the whole time.

"Hm…Only I can use her ass, and you can't come inside her. She doesn't like a condom, but she likes getting creampied too much I'm not willing to share." Felix smirked at his friend, holding a few bottles.

"I can kiss her?" Hyunjin was a little shocked by this and so were you, but not upset. Hyunjin was your boyfriend's best friend, and he showed his favor for him by letting him have access to you in a way no one else could. He did gatekeep some, but not much. Since he got permission, his large hand cupped the back of your head and hauled you close, sealing his plush lips over yours. You whined and he smiled through the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. As he pulled away, he nibbled on your bottom lip and your lips hovered close to his as you undid his pants. The black jeans fell to the floor, and you palmed his hard on through his underwear. He leaned down to lay searing kisses on your neck.

"What color, love?" Felix called out and your head was swimming a bit, but you managed to answer.

"Red." you replied, and he put the others away.

"'Lix?" you called, and he hummed.

"Can I?" you asked simply, and he hummed again. Given permission, you sunk to your knees, hands quickly going to Hyunjin's waist band. He was shocked at your speed, but he simply chuckled as you removed his boxers. As his hard cock bobbed in the air before you, you let out a small whimper. He was…Not overly thick, you could manage at least to get your hand around him, you weren't sure his whole length would fit in you. It was long and pretty like the rest of him.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He whined as your mouth eagerly wrapped around the head of his cock, and you began to descend on his length. You moaned softly at his taste and the vibration made him shiver. You yelped suddenly, gagging a bit as Hyunjin heard a buzzing noise begin. Felix had turned the vibration of the plug on, a feature you did not know it had. Breathing harshly through your nose, you got used to the buzz.

"(Y/N)?" He was shocked when the tip hit the back of your throat, and you kept going. Your eyes rolled back as you buried Hyunjin's dick in your throat, gagging a bit. He was definitely longer than Felix. Poor thing already had a sweat break out on his forehead and chest and if he wasn't balls deep in your mouth, you would be licking up the drops.

"Shit." The slightly older male groaned as your head began to move. You loved when your boyfriend would fuck your face as you just sat there and took it, but that was Felix's privilege. You were a little surprised yourself though that he was going to allow Hyunjin to come down your throat. They really were best friends. He exhaled as you pulled off his cock completely, holding him at the base and running your tongue up the underside. You then kissed down his length and to his groin. A drop of sweat rolled down his lower stomach and you caught it with your tongue, licking up to his belly button. His large hand came to your head, and he led you back to swallowing him. You hummed in delight as you deepthroated him more and you could taste his precum on the back of your tongue.

"Felix, can I come inside?" Hyunjin's request was nearly breathless as he tried to hold his hips back from fucking his cock into your mouth more.

"Just in her mouth," Felix specified and Hyunjin looked down to see your eyebrows furrow in frustration, but you followed his rules. Pulling the length of Hyunjin's dick that went deeper than your mouth out, you pumped your hand and looked up at him. Seeing your wide eyes pleadingly looking at him, Hyunjin swore and came, the salty sweet substance painted your mouth. You eagerly swallowed what he gave you, the sensation still wonderful despite not flowing straight down your throat. Once he was done, you pulled off him, licking the few drops that spurted out. He hadn't softened completely, and he let your head go so you could scramble back over to Felix at the foot of the bed. You kneeled before your boyfriend and he ran his finger over the side of your mouth, catching a stray drop of Hyunjin's cum, and you sucked it off your finger.

"What do you say, love?"

"Thanks, Felix."

"And?" You turned to look at the other man.

"Thanks, Jinnie."

"Of course, darling."

"On your back, love." Felix prompted and you got up, getting on the bed and relaxing in an obviously practiced place.

"Come here." He motioned to Hyunjin who came over. You were on your back, butt right at the edge of the bed, the tail of the plug dangling down. Your legs were bent and spread so he had a perfect view of your soaking cunt.

"Fill her up." Felix prompted, continuing to undress till he was just in his boxers.

"Now?" Hyunjin was a little shocked. He expected to go at the same time as your boyfriend.

"Yeah." Felix shrugged and he watched as he went to kneel by your head, and he understood what was going on. He came to the foot of the bed, his knees hitting the mattress and you whined as he rubbed the head of his cock through the lips of your cunt. He watched intensely as Felix placed the head of his dick at your lips and you whined again. Right as Felix started to fuck his cock into your mouth, Hyunjin pressed into your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you adjusted your head, your boyfriend's delicious cock filling your mouth easily, then into your throat. He smirked, seeing your throat bulge around his cock and Hyunjin groaned at the sight as well, finally bottoming out inside you. Hyunjin was deep inside you, pressing up against your cervix as you swallowed Felix's length. You were in heaven as they began to thrust at the same time, Felix knowing just how to do it to not cut your air off too badly. At this angle he didn't go as deep as he could, your boyfriend knew you didn't love it when his balls brushed over your face. Hyunjin marveled as you just laid there and took it, though, your painted nails were digging into the bedding.

"Do her harder." Felix prompted and Hyunjin grabbed your thighs and hitched your legs up to his hips and snapped his hips. You yelped around Felix's dick, your throat clenching perfectly around his head. Felix's low chuckle rumbled through you and Hyunjin grunted as your cunt clenched around him. Little did the other man know, the reason you were close to cumming was because of your boyfriend fucking your face. You couldn't count the number of times you fell apart just because he pumped cum down your gullet.

"I'm gonna cum, darling." Hyunjin grunted out, and almost forgot the rule. It was good enough that he got to fuck you raw though, he would be content painting your stomach and tits white instead. He pulled out, stroked himself twice then came over you. It was hot and Hyunjin watched your cunt flutter and drip as Felix held your throat softly, grunting as he too came. You swallowed over and over, your vision swimming from the lack of air, and you gasped to catch your breath when Felix withdrew. They both groaned at the sight of you, your torso and face covered in cum, drool still slipping out of the side of your mouth. Your muscles clenched around the still vibrating plug in your ass and Felix nodded at his friend.

"Take it out of her." he instructed, so Hyunjin kneeled down so he could watch better, and slowly pulled the plug out. You mewled at the feeling and the buzzing stopped when Felix tapped his phone.

"Throw it on the floor." He motioned to the side and so Hyunjin did just that. Felix originally wasn't going to allow the next move, but he wanted to spoil his love some. He tossed the red bottle to Hyunjin who caught it and looked over the label. Cherry flavored.

"She's clean…" Your boyfriend's tone was implicative. Hyunjin met his gaze, remembering earlier but his friend shrugged.

"You can taste." Hyunjin was more than willing to comply, so he opened the tube and squeezed a dollop onto two of his fingers. He circled your pucker and stuck his fingers in to coat your insides and groaned at the tight feeling. You shivered as he took his fingers back out and grabbed your thighs. Your cunt was dripping down the cleft of your ass, so Hyunjin leaned forward and licked a long path from your ass up to your clit. Your hips flinched and he smirked, descending again. His tongue swirled the entrance of your cunt, but he kept going. His tongue ran over the rim of your ass, and you mewled when his tongue fucked in. The artificial cherry taste was more like candy than cough syrup luckily, and he loved feeling your muscles spasm around his tongue.

"Jinnie~" You moaned when his thumb rubbed over your clit, circling it. Felix watched intently, making note of every little move you made. You were shivering some, but that alone would not be enough to get you over the edge.

"Okay, help her up here." Felix snapped to get Hyunjin to stop when he didn't right away. He pulled back, licking the cherry off his lips and did as he was told. Scooping your limp body up into his arms, Hyunjin placed you at the head of the bed between him and Felix. Your back was to your boyfriend as you all laid on your sides.

"Kay, fill her pussy again." Felix held your leg up for his friend as his cock filled your cunt again. You moaned lightly and Hyunjin held your leg over his hip then, allowing your boyfriend to place the tip of his own dick at your lubed up pucker.

"Felix~" You keened, your nails digging into the flesh of Hyunjin's shoulders. Both men groaned at the tight clench of you with both of them inside you had to breathe purposefully to get used to the full stretch. You already feared getting addicted to the feeling. Without warning, Felix began to pump his hips, hard and shallow, Hyunjin falling into rhythm with him. When one was pulling out, the other thrusted in, not leaving you empty. Your breath hitched, you mewled and whimpered, then nearly squealed when their thrusts synced up and strengthened. Hyunjin's brow furrowed, his eyes closed, and his sweaty skin brushed against yours. You scooted forward some so your tongue could run over his jaw, and he huffed a laugh.

"She's such a good little slut, huh?" Felix smirked, licking over the ridge of your ear. His hands ran over your waist under the babydoll, your breasts jiggling with the force in the black cups of the bra.

"Shit, yes, so good~" Hyunjin groaned, reveling in your tongue tracing his collar bone.

"Get as deep as you can." Felix led, and you yiped as they both did so, just grinding into you. Immediately, Hyunjin felt the change, your cunt fluttered around him, squeezing even harder.

"Cum, love." Felix ordered and you fell over the edge. Hyunjin gasped, your cunt squirting onto his groin.

"Go ahead." Your boyfriend made eye contact with Hyunjin. He wanted to ask about the rule, but Felix nodded, so he let out a long moan and came inside. Felix filled your ass with his own hot cum and your fading orgasm restarted, and you nearly blacked out. As you slipped in and out of conscious reality, you reveled in being in between them. You felt small, and safe, and content. At the same time Hyunjin and Felix both silently agreed that you belonged there, nestled in the middle of their embrace.

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

-> Part 1 <-

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[vilsoo]

pairings. single father!william afton x babysitter!reader

notes. happy father’s day to all the dilfs out there 🤭 this drabble was semi-inspired by this hot audio right here hnnghhgnghhh 😩 might make this into a fic !!

william afton who has been your hot next door neighbor and crush for two years. he always offers to pay you for babysitting his youngest son and daughter every summer. aside accepting the offer because of the good hourly wage, you wanted to slowly build more romantic chemistry with him. you’ve been fantasizing about your hot next door neighbor for the longest. it was something about him being a single father that provoked you more. you wanted him badly, lingering about heated scenarios that got you grabbing your toy and thinking about him while you cum. you took every opportunity to be closer with him. to your surprise, the both of you got along really well under two years. on the nights he’d come back from work, you’d feed him the dinner you made or drink some wine with him while conversing. sometimes william would drop hints of interest too, such as subtly touching you, teasing you, complimenting small details about you that you never noticed, constant eye contact, and the way he looks at your face and body. and when you’d arrive home, you always write down on your journal about new fantasies with him. but it wasn’t until you brought the wrong journal to his house and left it in his kitchen on accident…

the next day after putting the kids to sleep, william came home from work earlier than before. he easily noticed how stressed you were after telling him you were missing something and hoping you didn’t lose it at his house. but once he revealed the journal hiding in his work bag, you felt the panic and fear rising. william admits that he’s read through it the night before and at work, wondering how he was able to get anything done that day without you invading his mind every minute and indulging in such filthy fantasies of you. you tried your best to apologize to him but he understood immediately. in fact, he found your bashfulness and shame very cute and precious. so precious that you ended up admitting your feelings, letting him make out with you in the kitchen and then pounding into you like a man gone wild on his counter.

you were already losing yourself, rocking back and forth on his thick, girthy cock that stretches your cunt so good. scratching his countertops, screaming how fucking good he’s taking you, and your back arched like a cat while he hits it ‘till you’re crying. william had to cover your mouth from behind to keep you from waking the kids, but he couldn’t resist not being able to hear your beautiful cries. william would swallow up all your moans when you’re struggling to kiss him from behind. your pussy kept clenching all over his cock, growling in your ears at how close he is filling you up.

“you think of me doing this to you all the time? ever since i invited you into my home? fucking this pussy senseless?”

“mhmm… i think of you all the time, william. i think of your cock all the time... ah, fuck!”

you cry out as your neck arched all the way back, william grabbing your throat to stare into your face from above. your ass was throbbing from all the harsh spanks he gave you, your legs were already giving out, and your pussy pulsed erratically the more he taunted you with his dirty talk and chuckled into your ears. rubbing your clit, holding your throat, and relentlessly fucking you to an orgasm that got your juices coating william’s thighs.

“good. ‘cuz i want my cock to be the only thing you think of. my sweet little babysitter reduced to nothing but my slutty, dumb fuck toy.”

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[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 394: Cat n Mouse, p5

Melissa had been fucking her boss, standing with legs spread by the sliding glass doors of the great room in her mother’s house, holding his limp, 79 pound body by nothing but his cock. Using her internal muscles to keep him suspended up above the ground she’d made him come with her, in spades. Dr J had utterly exhausted himself and was now lying limply in her arms. 

The dining room table lay halfway across the room. In its path through the air to where it now rested, it had broken her mom’s favorite Iranian vase. And some hanging lamps, a curio table. And the wall. 

She'd thrown the massive, nearly thousand-pound table like it was a child’s toy. 

But now, as she held him tenderly, stretched across her strong arms like a babe, the devastation on the other side of the room went unacknowledged. She cradled him. Her muscles still dominated him, cocooning him in her power and post-workout bulk, but, in the pleasant afterglow, they had already begun to soften. Her more womanly curves returning. 

Her voice - lovely in its own way - hummed to him, relaxing him as she swayed him back and forth. She watched as his eyes started to flutter, and, without a thought, she released some pheromones to help keep him awake for her, at least for a little while. I wanna snuggle.

Some 0001.55.6677.xc, a dash of 0001.55.6009.xx and, haha why not, a little 0001.55.6344.gf as well.

”y-you’re not getting tired?” he asked, pulled up against her, bare but not shivering, warmed by her likewise naked body. He’d been exhausted, but now he just felt…relaxed. Unsuprisingly, aAfter only a few minutes past his last climax, he was starting to become aroused again, aided by the indulgences of her body and fully exposed to her bare skin and firm nipples against his side. All strength, whatever meager amount there’d been, began to leave him and he slumped entirely in her embrace.  

Tired? Me? That doesn’t happen anymore. Melissa giggled. ”No, I could do this all night.” She giggled again, and brought her nose down to nuzzle his. “Oh my god you’re so cute,” she mused, “so cute.”

She had begun to notice - now that their lovemaking was over, and that her mania had mostly faded - a strange tingling inside herself. Familiar, but more intense than she’d felt in the past. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, if she closed her eyes and let herself bask in it for a moment…it was delicious. She knew it, she’d known this before. Someone, somewhere was jerking off to her. And not just someone…but lots of someones. She’d gotten this feeling many times, whenever she put up a new Instagram post. It was funny to her. Like clockwork, a new photo could bring about the tingles. She didn’t really know what they meant, but it kind of amused her to feel the devotion of all of her little followers doing whatever it was they were doing to themselves. But now, wow. This was a lot. What was going on? What could be bringing it o-

Oh, wait haha. I think I know. Tonight was the night of-

Melissa was brought back from her reverie by Jay's adorably timid voice. He’d begun stroking her big arm, her right one, her bicep, and he could no longer hold back his praise.

”I…I can’t believe how big you are,” he said dreamily. The awe and wonderment in his words? Poetry to her.

”haha yeah,” she replied. Despite the pride she felt, an uncharacteristic, almost demure modesty warmed her response. “And it’s all for you, sweetie. All for you.”

He flushed. Her attentions were strong, overwhelming at times. He’d never had a woman this into him before. With anyone else, it might have been scary. Well, sometimes it was scary. He’d heard the stories of the crazy girlfriends, and having one that could bench press a car could be understandably troubling. Melissa, though, was just so…beautiful. Maybe too beautiful. It made it hard to let these anxieties scare away his feelings for her, like she was worth ignoring all the red flags in the world. She just kinda made it hard to think straight sometimes. Was he blinded by his feelings? Perhaps, yes - but ignorance is bliss, right? And in moments like these the worries just seemed so unimportant.

A crash, as something toppled in the mess across the room. A plume of plaster dust blossomed into the air. It fazed neither of them. They were lost in this private, tender moment.

Juices, his and hers, still dripped out from between her thighs. Her mighty leg muscles flexed as she lazily walked them both around the room, away from the destruction. She was getting antsy again; he was growing. His member��s tumescence was starting to return and she was having a little trouble ignoring it.

Give the poor boy a minute, Missy!

“So, you train every day?” he asked, recalling her trip to the basement earlier this evening as he continued  stroking her hyper developed bicep. He’d never, ever been with someone so…physically incredible. So powerfully strong. Compared to his own body, hers was titanic.

“Pffft me downstairs, tonight?” she scoffed, playfully, “That wasn’t ‘training’. That was me just trying to, I dunno, work off some anxiety. I haven’t really trained in a long time.”

Jay cocked an eyebrow. That was a little confusing to him. “What do you do when you go to the gym? You and the girls are members of that one down the road, right? You don't work out?”

“The gym? Oh, haha, well that’s more like entertainment,” she answered, appreciating his interest in her and her routines, “I don’t go there that often really. I go to Evolution more. They have…bigger weights.”

“You mean the headquarters? Evolution?” he probed. He felt, here in this moment, an openness between them. Maybe he could, like, unearth a little more about her, or at least find out some about her connection to the pharmaceutical company that was bankrolling the study and, well, everything out about the practice.  “You train there?”

“Yes. Well, it’s more like a check-up than training, really,” she said. She was being refreshingly a bit more honest with him, but she was still watching her words, “The doctors want to keep track of my abilities. Track how much I can, like, lift. And other things.I don't really do it a lot, but it does help me get stronger, I think.”

His heart skipped a beat, with a feeling he didn’t recognize. What are these…’other things’? “C-can I ask…what exactly is happening to you?”

Oh, god. I want to tell him so bad, she groaned, silently, He deserves it, he really deserves to know. She struggled to control her breathing and heartbeat, knowing he’d be able to feel it all through her chest. She was excited not only at the prospect of telling him everything, but showing him everything. He’d only, really, had a small sampling of what she could do. If she were to tell him what she was, show him her new talents and gifts, and explain to him what she was becoming…well, just the look on his face would be priceless. As she considered it her legs, and the area in-between them, started to warm.

I have to give him a little.

“Well,” she began, “I’m not like other girls…”

“That, I know…” he chuckled, stroking her arm, glancing at the enormous breasts squashed up against his body.

She laughed too, soaking in the appreciation he had for her figure. “Yeah, but I’m, like, really not like other girls,” she started again, looking down on him, feeling the love she had for him unlocking doors, opening windows. She was glad there weren’t any cameras here, in her mother’s house (there weren’t, were there?), because she knew there would be people who wouldn’t appreciate her, uh, candor. “I’m - and this is gonna sound stupid - kinda special. Ever since I was a little girl. I’m made different. They’ve known it, my mom at least always has...”

“S-special?” he blinked, looking up at her.

“Yeah, like…things come easy for me,” she continued, “My body is able to, uh, adapt. Really, really quickly, to things I need it to do. They call it - and, uggh, sorry, I don’t always get this right - ‘Reactive Self Adapt-station’”

“‘Adaptation’?” he spoke, correcting what he thought was-

“Yes! ‘Adaptation’! That’s it, ‘Reactive Self Adaptation’, that’s what I can do.”

The furrow in his brow was sooo cute. He was mulling it over, trying to figure it out. He was so smart, he’d for sure know what it meant.

“So, like, what?” he asked, “If you need to get stronger, you get…”

“Like, really strong. Really fast.” Her response came quickly. 

“And if you need to get taller, you get-”

“Yeah, REALLY tall,” she finished, “yeah, that’s why they think I’m growing, now, shooting up.” He’s getting it!

“And, uh, wh-why do you need to be, like, really tall, and…?”

“And strong? Because you like it,” she answered, plain as day, “I started getting tall, I started growing my huge boobs even huger first because it helped me get this job, and then, well…because I liked you. And it was obvious you liked them. You liked big boobs and you liked…tall girls.”

<gulp> Jay felt exposed, not just from being stark naked.

“And if I was going to get your attention, make you my boyfriend, well…”

She pushed her chest into him.

“...these helped. And so does the hair, and the legs and the butt and all…this.”

He flushed with embarrassment, but - she noticed haha - he didn’t deny a single word. When he did finally speak, it was apologetic. “S-s-sorry…” he stammered, with his head down as if he was asking forgiveness for the entire male race. 

Good.

“Oh don’t be sorry you can’t help it,” she giggled. The precious little nervousness in his voice, his embarrassed expression was beginning to get to her. She was starting to feel naughty again. More and more tingles, throughout all this, had also been coming. They all like it, they like what they’re seeing apparently, all the little gobs. 

Melissa turned her attention back on Jay with new intent. “So, you like when I use my…abilities on you? My…’woman’s charms’?” she asked, her voice once again growing husky as she made sure to push her bust firmly into him.

Jay hesitated, but only for a moment before his honesty took over. ”Y-y-yes,” he answered.

He had no reason, she knew, to deny his attraction to her. She liked that he seemed fascinated, too, with what made her special. She was glad she’d opened up to him a bit, and told him what she could, for now. She was hoping that - with a little time - she could get him to go beyond just a sense of fascination, and he’d come to her with some of the same feelings that her little men down in the basement were growing. Nnnnngghhh oh god, Missssy, stopppp….

That could be for later, later, later. For now…

“What do you like best? My stompy feet? My Big Bossy voice?” she asked playfully, “Besides my boobs, of course. They’re my biggest superpower.”

He flushed.. 

“Seriously, what do you want me to use on you?” I’m not going to tell him I’m starting to be able to read his mind, she decided, That’ll freak him out haha. “You have an almost full-blown supergirl here…”

This time, he didn’t hesitate for long. ” Will you please…kiss me again?” he asked, his voice and eyes and face tremulous, “Like you did before?”

“When I…sucked all the air out of you” she asked, cocking her head in curiosity. That's a surprise. “Is that what you want me to do again?”

”Yeah, well, more like…” His chest trembled. “wh-when you, uh…when you breathed for me.”

Oh god, that made her shudder. ”omigod okay.” 

The feeling of her lips, suddenly on his, was sublime. She’d gathered him up towards herself, brought him in for a kiss as she held him in her arms, and then put her mouth on his. Her lips, so much bigger than his, easily wrapped around his mouth, and her tongue found unchecked access into it. He’d opened for her, he wanted her in there, and his surrender made her groan. And so she kissed him, forcing herself in deep and causing him to tense up and shiver in her arms before immediately melting again in her embrace. Their tongues slid against one another, hers pushing his back and forth, up onto his palate or down into the floor of his jaw. They played, but it was clear in their kiss who wore the pants, who was in charge. She dominated him. She’d pushed herself in hard enough so that the side of her mouth pushed up against his nose, and with just a little adjustment she now had it blocked completely.

He began to tremble, anticipating that feeling again. It wasn’t just his lips or mouth or even his whole face that were made to vibrate but the sensation radiated throughout his whole body, from head-to-toe. He quickly couldn’t breathe, and yet in that sensation, in that terrifying vulnerability, he began to feel pleasure. He felt his limbs losing their strength, and if his hands hadn’t once again found sanctuary on her breasts they might have fallen limply to his side. The pleasure from the kiss was so intense that he didn’t notice himself beginning to sweat as his body sought oxygen. Even the pain and burning from his lungs was muted, overwhelmed by the rapture of the moment until it began to build, and build, and build. He thought to pull away, when his peripheral vision began to flicker with stars,  but then he felt something sweet and powerful flow into him.

Oxygen, suddenly, was being pushed into his lungs and surged throughout his body. It revitalized him, freed him from the pain, and filled him with life. His vision began to clear and the pins and needles in his fingers and toes disappeared. His fear abated, and a new fear replaced it: the thought that the kiss might end. But it didn’t.

Melissa waited for his body to start to recover, her mouth still clamped over his. Though she didn’t fully understand how it all worked, she knew his body needed time, a moment. She was letting his blood take in the oxygen she’d given him from her lungs and replace it with carbon dioxide. She could sense when she needed to draw it out, and once again, she drew his breath from him, taking  it into her own lungs. She felt the air inside her chest changing. What her body was doing with the carbon she wasn’t certain, but it didn’t worry her. In fact, she fought back a smile as she waited for her partner to be ready, so she could breathe into him once again. 

He squirmed. Just the feeling of this new air of hers flowing into him was like taking her inside himself. He was letting her in, letting her become part of him. When he breathed out again, she let him wait, wait, wait, letting him know that it was on her accord, that it was by her mercy that he was able to breathe. She breathed into him again, with air sweeter and richer than anywhere on earth, and she felt his body shudder again in delight. He opened his body for her, and she went in, and out. Air in, and air out. In, and out. Huge lungfuls into him, and then huge lungfuls out.

She was fucking him with her lungs, and it was making her so wet.

How long had they maintained the kiss? He didn’t know but when her lips finally left every part of him tingled, and not for lack of air. Rather, quite the opposite. He didn’t need to draw deep breaths, he felt as if he barely needed to breathe at all. She’d given him what he needed. She’d super-saturated his cells with something better than the earth’s air. 

He wasn’t certain what to say; he wasn't certain he could speak.. He looked up at her, to her lips, and found them parted into a warm, brilliant smile. 

“See, sweetie? I can breathe better for you than you can for yourself,” she said.

He knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to collapse, submit himself entirely to her control. He wanted to tell her: ‘yes, please, let your lungs breathe for me. Let your heart beat for me. Do everything for me. Take away all my problems, fill me back up with yourself.’

She felt his longings, but knew that him submitting to them would take strength, strength she knew that he didn’t have. He wasn’t strong enough yet to shed everything he’d known, everything he’d been taught, everything he’d become through his however-old-he-was years on this earth. He would, though, allow himself to be taken along for the ride and maybe, along the way, she could help him find that strength.

“Jay, baby, honey,” she began, her own eyes welling up with the love she had, “you’ve taught me a lot, so much. I was always told, always taught that boys, guys, men were…weak. My mother made me see men as, like…less than human, more like objects. She told me that only women had the strength needed to…to…”

He knew what she wanted to say. Her words were failing her but it was the mantra that - unspoken as it may be - was permeating everything, changing society. She wanted to say that it was only women, superior women, who had the strength to rule the world. But, strangely, in that moment it made her feel bad, like she’d be gloating. Hadn’t he been through enough? Didn’t he deserve a little tender ignorance?

But they both knew it was fucking true. No one really needed to say it. Women were in charge.

“But I love you. I love you more than I could ever love a thing, an object, or, like, a pet,” she finally spoke, “You’ve shown me…so much. You’re so much more than my mother ever told me a man could be. And we’re perfect together.” She watched his face, read every twitch and tingle of his thoughts and emotions. “We belong together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Except you’re a small piece and I’m the…” She stopped, paused, giggled. “I’m the really big piece. And you just…fit. Right into me.”

“Oh, my god, Melissa,” he quavered, gathering something.

”Yes, sweetie?” She cocked her head, unsure of what he was going to say. Was he going to lash out?

“I l-love you so much,” he said.

Her heart, she felt, might burst from her chest. “Oh my god honey I love you too.” She was sure he could hear her mighty heart beat, that he could feel it quake his bones. It was a behemoth, bigger she felt than anything else about her and its thunder, now, would shake the earth.

It was time. She needed to ask him. She drew a deep breath. 

“Jay, sweetie, you’ve started to see all these things my body can do. But will you…” she began, looking right into his eyes, “let me…do things to you? So I can…protect you better?”

He paused, taken aback. “w-what do you mean - ‘do things to me’?” he asked, tremulously, “Wh-what are you asking?”

She knew she needed to be gentle, careful. She could force it, but it wouldn’t feel right. It would only be right, really right, if he asked for it himself. She continued on.

“Like, you’ve seen it,” she began, “Like I’ve told you. I’ve been working on myself, changing, growing, so I can be a better office manager. So I can be a better girlfriend, a better protector for you. I’ve been doing it all for you.”

She knew he was confused. He didn't know what to think. It all maybe still sounded cryptic, and she maybe sounded crazy, but she needed to ask him this. “I’ve been working on myself, a lot. But…will you let me work on you, too?  So I can do what's best for you?”

“Uhhh…” 

She could tell he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of that. “Maybe that sounded a little bossy haha,” she giggled, “But…I am the boss, right?”

“Ummm…”

“C’mon…” she urged playfully, “You know I can make you a better man.”

He paused, not wanting to disappoint her or deny her something she really wanted to do, but he also didn’t want to commit to something when he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what she was asking. “You mean like…self-improvement?”

“Sure yeah kinda sorta,” she giggled, “I can help make it so we can have more fun? Do more of what you like?” 

“Like..?”

“Like, well….kinda like this-”

Suddenly, a huge wave of pheromones exploded from her bare flesh and skin and - just as suddenly, with one breath - he was hard. Beyond hard, he was quivering again. She’d not only taken control of his body and caused him to become piercingly aroused, erect as a pole, but she’d forced her will into his mind and regressed him back to something so much simpler. His thoughts were slowed, and his brain was made deliriously foggy. All within the course of about five seconds she had him immediately swimming in a warm sea of pleasurable feelings and - above all - they’re all totally centered on me. 

“You like?” she asked, with a crooked smile. He looked like a blissed-out child, and it made her so happy. 

“Oh my god yes Melissa please,” he replied, eyes glazed over in his adoration of her and cock a throbbing, iron monument to her beauty, “Do whatever you want to me.”

She giggled, feeling herself becoming giddy at the thought. Yes, he was drunk on her perfumes but they were only getting him to express what he truly felt. With all that stress and anxiety washed away, and with his mind clear of any big, complicated thoughts, this was who he truly was. So, she didn’t really feel bad, she was just helping him find himself. “Whatever I want?”

“w-w-whatever you want.”

She giggled again. “Okay honey, then get ready to become the perfect boyfriend.” She could do it, she knew she could do it, start reshaping things the way she wanted, and she could start right here. She was gaining more control over how things were changing. Her thoughts, and her manifestations these days, had been becoming powerful. She could make him into the perfect boyfriend, and at the same time make herself into the perfect girlfriend…and maybe much, much more. She could change them both, she could change herself into what she’d truly always wanted to be. And she could make him love it. 

So exciting!!!

“Okay okay, sweetie,” she began, taking a moment to tuck a lock of her long, thick hair behind her ear. I love how I can cradle him with one arm. “If we’re going to do this, if you’re going to let me do this for us, you’re going to need to start thinking about me a little differently.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Well, I could tell you a little about the guys in the basement. 

“So, for starters, now that you know some of the…special things I can do, I need you to acknowledge them, and acknowledge me. I need you to accept that I can do things that other people can’t. I do them all for you, but you have to accept that I’m becoming something more than, like, human.”

He shivered, there in her arms. Yes, you’re incredible Melissa. His arousal had shot an electric shock throughout his bones. He said nothing, and she pressed on.

“I’m growing, I’m developing, I’m becoming something…greater than human. Something bigger, and stronger, and just…so much more,” she said, golden-green eyes glimmering as she looked down into him, “And you’re going to help me get even better.”

“what do y-you mean?” he asked again, in a voice as small and weak as he looked, but one that was now sparkling, crystallizing with a new understanding of purpose, “m-me? What can I do?”

“Oh honey it’s easy, it’ll be so easy. All I need you to do is wish. I want you to wish, I want you to imagine. I want your dreams to go wild. And I want them all focused on me.”

“okay..yes…o-“

NGGGH!! 

Her hand had found his cock. 

“Okay?” she asked, giving him a first, long, slow stroke.

“o-okay…” he agreed, eyes fluttering as he endured the pleasure. 

“I…” she started again, “…can be so much more than your 'girlfriend'.  I can be perfection, and I need your help with that.”

“okay…” he repeated reflexively, already losing himself in the ministrations of her slow, gentle hand. In the crook of her left arm, he luxuriated in pleasure. 

She had continued to walk, slowly, around the house. They were now in the grand entry foyer. 

“So, those guys? The ones we have living in the basement?”

“yes..?” he moaned, struggling to listen as she stroked his erection. 

“They…they 'work' for us, they’re staying with us because they have nowhere else to go,” she explained, her voice soft and gentle as she continued her slow, lazy attentions on his cock, “but they're also learning something. They’re learning a new way to be, and they spend a lot of time, well…thinking. Thinking about me.”

“y-yes…” he repeated, agreeing as if he knew already. 

“Thinking about me, writing about me, making up songs and poems about me,” she continued. <stroke…stroke…stroke> “Honey, sweetie, Jay…they’re making up prayers for me. Prayers, honey, prayers. They spend their nights, and days, all their free time praying. To me.”

“oh god Melissa…” he groaned. So lost in pleasure was he it was hard to say if he was responding to her words or to her hand. 

“And, honey, these prayers, these poems and songs and all the ‘thinking’ about me…it makes me stronger,” she pushed, feeling the tingles still dancing through her skin. It wasn’t tingles coming just from the basement, though, or her old followers. These were mostly new tingles. Thousands of Channel 5 tingles. “And if I’m going to get really strong I need you to do this most of all.”

“oh god oh god oh Melissa yes.” 

“That’s right, that’s good, honey. Say that again.”

“oh god Melissa.”

They had arrived in front of a wall of photos, one he’d been examining earlier. “What were you doing, when I was downstairs? Hmm? Snooping around, looking at my stuff? Looking at old pictures of me? Here let me help…” 

With that, she shifted him in her arms so - cock still gripped firmly in her hand - he had a clear view of a framed photo, hanging on the wall. A scene on some exotic, faraway beach, Melissa as a teen. 

. 

“Here. Look at this picture of me, this picture of the girl bursting out of the bikini her mom bought for her and think, think, think. Can you do that?” She’d resumed stroking him again. “Can you think about her growing up, growing up taller, growing up big and strong? Growing up and becoming the woman you always wanted? Into the woman she always wanted to be? Making you into the man you always wanted to be?”

He felt as if he was shrinking already.

“Can you do that? Can you keep thinking about me, saying my name? Can you imagine me bigger and stronger and just so much more?”

“Yes, Melissa, god, yes.”

“That’s your new goal, that's your job, that's your passion. Make. Me. Bigger.”

“Melissa…god…Melissa…god…” She was so beautiful, even back then.

“Give it to me. Give it to me now, all you got. Make it your prayer. Make it your first little prayer to me.”

“Melissa, my god, Melissa”

“‘Goddess’ honey, the proper word is ‘goddess’”

“My goddess Melissa,” he finally spoke, his eyes plastered on the photo of the smiling young teen in the bikini on the beach as he came.

“That’s right, good boy…come, come for me,” she chanted, “Look at that picture and come for me. Make that girl into a goddess...”

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thanks to RiF for help in editing and copy

#growingintothejob

[neoarchipelago]

Soul link 4 - Christmas time

God DAMN IT THIS IS ROTTING MY BRAIN PLEASE HELP!

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Winter time had rolled in. The cold wind and cloudy skies brought ironic joy to the recruits. For a lot of them, it was a moment to spend with their families, given leave for a few days. You were also given leave. Unfortunately, you had nowhere to go. You were going to spend the next two weeks on the base, indulging yourself in some rest. Little lies told to yourself, knowing damn well you'd help with work any time you could to avoid feeling lonely.

You walked through the yard, black jeans, military boots, long flowy sleeves of your white blouse, tucked in your pants, secured by a thin belt, pretty black bow as a tie, a tiny bell in the middle, clinging at every step. It might be one of your favorite things at Christmas time. The bells. You loved the sound of the bells, jingling on hats, wreaths or trees. You opened the door to the office building, the whiff of warm air making your hair slightly float for a split second. You shivered, rubbing your arms to warm up the skin underneath the too thin fabric. You were still happy to be able to wear these clothes, a refreshing change from the usual tactical gear and military uniforms.

You hopped up the stairs, the little jingle of your bow making you smile. You turned right, heading for Captain Price's office, hoping to be given some kind of task. You grabbed your phone, checking for notifications as you skipped your way through the hallway, jumping up and down once in a while to make the bell ring. The more it ringed, the more you smiled.

You were almost there when something caught you by the waist, roughly pulling you to the right. You yelped, your fight instincts kicking in as you tried to punch the person. Your wrist was caught immediately as you were pushed against a wall. You took in your surroundings, trying to create some kind of escape plan when you noticed the files on the shelves. The archive room. The door closed, the sound of the lock being turned making you shiver.

However, you relaxed immediately, the pretty ears twitching making your muscles loosen up.

"LT..?" You asked in a whisper.

His eyes were slitted, a little frown on his face as they scanned your body. You blushed under his scrutinizing gaze. You adjusted yourself against the wall, getting a bit more comfortable. The bell rang lowly, as if in a whisper. His eyes snapped to the sound, pupils dilating. It made you gasp, your fascination growing. His hand rose to your neck, your heartbeat picking up. Two fingers hitting the gray round thing, almost hidden by the silky fabric of your bow. The sound rang in the silence. It wasn't loud. But in the density of the noiseless room, it felt like an echo in the dark.

"Are you… toying with me?" He asked with a little scolding.

"Excuse me..?" You asked.

"The bell. Are you toying with me?" He asked more firmly.

You blinked. What? The realization hit you like a truck. Cat… bell. Cat. The bell! The sound of the bell! You closed your eyes, huffing a little chuckle.

"No sir. I didn't even think of it. I thought you were out on leave." You explained softly.

He eyed you for a second.

He wasn't attracted to bells. He had a lot more self control than that. Therefore it was more than just shock when his ears and tail popped out at the sound of a distant, small, high pitched bell. He was horrified with himself. He had taken a glance out the door, seeing you, watching your phone, jumping your way in the hallway. His tail had shaken way too excitedly and he had wanted to punch himself in the face.

"Where did you get that?" He asked.

Perhaps it was a special bell. Something electronic, a special frequency.

"Hum.. it's a simple bell… it came with the bow…" you answered, confused.

His mind was running full speed, all over the place. He simply had to find the meaning of his reaction. He was a fucking lieutenant in the military, part of a special task force, he was a killer, a monster, not a pet attracted to some squeaky toy! What if he heard another bell on the battlefield?! Absolutely not!

"Sir..?" You asked.

It was hard to think. You kept distracting him. Your voice, your heartbeat, your scent. Your scent. Your scent…?

"God fucking damn it." He hissed.

It wasn't the bell only. It was the bell mixed with your scent. His eyes were wide, shock and frustration mixing.

"Sir…"

"What?" He snapped. You flinched, he saw it. And he instantly felt bad.

"Can… I have my hand back…" you asked, looking down.

He hadn't let go of your wrist. Shit. He took a deep breath. He straightened himself, taking in his position, way too incredibly close to you, as he let go.

"Who wears a bell around their neck?" He let out.

"I do." You pouted, crossing your arms. You looked offended much to his dismay. "I like it. They sound pretty."

"What are you doing here dressed like that anyway?" He crossed his arms as well.

"I'm on leave sir! I can dress however I want." You answered in the same annoyed tone.

"Doesn't explain what you are doing here." He snarled.

"I was looking for Captain Price." You answered, trying to keep up a facade under the sharpness of his tone.

"He's not here." He informed you.

"Oh…" you looked slightly disappointed.

"What do you need?"

"Hum… nothing. Was looking for something to do." You mumbled.

"Why aren't you going home?"

You felt yourself crumble. Home. Where was even that for you? This base. Here. Was the closest thing to 'home'. You took too long to answer, and he got it. He understood. No need for whispers. He understood. It hit too close to home. He was on leave too. Price had the whole squad on leave, ordering him to go out, enjoy his days off without hiding at the base. Price knew. He knew what happened at Christmas and why he hated it so much. So he, too, was looking for something to do.

"I have to find some files for a current suspect. Some old data on him. Can't fucking find it for the love of god." He asked, a hidden offer behind his words.

"Can.. I help?" You asked back.

He nodded as you happily jumped, the bell ringing.

"No. No jumping." He warned, his hand hiding his eyes, the last little vulnerability of him.

You cleared your throat.

"Sorry… would you like me to take it off?" You questioned, hands raising, ready to take action upon your words.

"No." He hurried, words faster than his brain.

He mentally insulted himself before turning back to the shelves. "Leave it on."

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley #captain price #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cat #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cat

[dykelawlight]

top 5 favorite fievel anecdotes please

BUCKLE IN!!!!!!!!!!!

When we first got him he was terrified of everything including us and would just hide in the crate we brought him home in all day BUT EVENTUALLY became brave enough to venture out from the kitchen into the living room so we started playing a long-distance game where I would toss a toy somewhere in the living room and then go hide in our adjoining bedroom and watch him sneak out and fetch it once he thought he was out of sight. Incredible stuff

He used to like to sit in my desk chair near the window and one day I found him sitting on the windowsill trying to hide a purloined sock on it. He was also on the Google Maps picture of that apartment peeking out the window for like the longest time

Time very recently when Amanda was sick and slept in the other room for a night in case it was covid and when Fievel woke up in the morning he saw they were in there and did the tiniest "ruff" to see if they were awake and when they were like "hi Fievel" he started barking his entire fucking head off and running back and forth between the two of us to show me that his other mommy still existed

Not really a single anecdote but while I was writing my journal article in law school he loyally stayed with me until 4AM many times and would fall asleep next to me in my chair instead of going to bed

Any of the many times he's tried to play with Audrey [our cat] and she has slapped the shit out of him and he's gone YAAAAAYYYY SLAPPING ME WITH CLAWS PLAYTIME :DDDDDDDDD

(for those of you who don't know this is my little dog Fievel)

#ty...I Love Himb

[fukurofanfics]

Fukuro Part 8: Making It Up The Right Way

A/N: I know it’s been a thousand years since I last posted, but get over it. Looking back, I’ve noticed that this story has mostly been sexual content so far, next chapter picks up with more of the storyline as opposed to Kaito just fucking everyone. Enjoy! (Also thanks for 100 followers. Shoutout to @ggidolsmuts, his reblog of part 6 really helped me)

Warning: This series contains graphic depictions of violence, graphic sexual content, and adult language throughout. It is not intended for persons under sixteen. Reader discretion advised.

(Also, I’m writing according to what I think the characters would be like in real life, so they might not always be in character. Some character traits are made up by me, such as Jiwon’s affinity with computers.)

Chapter 8: Making It Up The Right Way

It was a while before Yiren woke up, she slept for a good bit. Jiwon and I brought her down to my large bed and covered her up. Jiwon went away and I stayed with her.

I felt at peace then, with her slumbering next to me and me sitting there with her, watching over her.

Finally, she stirred drowsily and her eyes opened a fraction.

“Kai?” She mumbled sleepily. 

“I’m here, baby.”

She reached out a hand and grasped mine.

“Had a good rest?” I asked gently, scooting closer to her and laying down, pulling the blankets over myself.

“Yes.” She replied. “I was tired.”

“You came four times, I’m not surprised.”

“Was it four?” She chuckled softly. “I lost track, it was so good.”

“I know.” I said. “How do you feel about tonight?”

She smiled and snuggled up to my chest. 

“Good. I’m all rested up.”

“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” I asked on a completely random note. 

“Hmm?”

“Gone outside. Or done anything outside of this cube.”

“Kaito,” she said, in tones of a mother scolding her child, eyes still shut, “what are you planning?”

“I don’t like the thought of the risk, but it’s been too long since we did anything. We might as well while we can, before we’d be in mortal danger.”

I could literally (figuratively) hear the eye-roll and she smiled.

“What are you planning?”

“What do you say we go out tonight for dinner? Like, real dinner with actual people?”

“Sounds good to me. You sure we won’t get accosted by an eight-foot-tall behemoth with five-inch claws?”

I laughed.

“I can’t be sure, ever. They pop up in the most random spots. They can smell the toxin in my sword, they follow me everywhere.”

“If they can smell the toxin and they know it can kill them, why attack to start with?”

“They view me as a threat and want to take me out if possible.” I explained. “I don’t exactly make it easy for them, and to attack me is suicide. If they attacked one of you, I wouldn’t rest until I’d hunted down every last one or died trying. They’ve already taken my parents, I couldn’t stand it if they took one of you. They’d probably also hold one of you hostage to draw me in. They know I’d come for you, they’re very clever.”

“Well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen, then.” Yiren said.

Her soft, silky hair rubbed along my arm and shoulder and without a second thought I reached up and started stroking her head. She sighed in contentment.

“Maybe. I’ll see what the others think about it. This is very relaxing, by the way.”

I smirked. “It is for me, too. You know petting an animal, like a dog or a cat relieves stress and anxiety?”

“What, am I just your stress toy now?”

“Maybe you are my toy, just a different kind.”

“Oh, so I’m just a fleshlight.”

“Yeah.”

She snorted and slid her bare arm over my stomach. 

“Well, since when did a fleshlight want to be used?”

At the same time, I felt her thigh slide over my own underneath the blanket.  Some moisture was palpable closer to where her panties were.

“Been dreaming about that ‘usage’?”

She scooted over and settled between my legs, her back to my chest.

“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate. “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?” I said in a lower voice, sliding my hand over her leg. “What did I do?”

“You fucked me so hard I screamed out in pleasure,” she said seductively, hand slowly drifting towards my waist, further in. “I squirted all over you.”

“It’s not like I couldn’t tell,” I said, dropping my hand lower and drawing a gasp from her, “you were moaning in your sleep.”

“Was I?” She asked. “Makes sense.”

“It’s going to happen tonight.” I said sensually, teasing her already-wet pussy with two fingers. “You, Jiwon, and I are going to fuck. A lot. Both of you are going to squirt all over me.”

She did nothing but moan in reply at the finger swirling her clit. Seeing my opportunity, I plunged my fingers into her already wet pussy, and she bit her lip hard to keep from shouting out, as we could be heard. Among my feelings of intense arousal, it reminded me that I hadn’t seen Sihyeon or Hwang-ja since they had fucked. I supposed that would put an end to my plans to fuck her. I was not sad about not having to listen to Eun-ji’s words earlier all over again.

“Kai,” Yiren gasped, clutching at my arm as I mercilessly rubbed at her g-spot, making her cry out, “Kai, I’m gonna cum, I’m fucking cumming! Oh, I’m so close, don’t stop!”

Her words spurred me on and I pumped her pussy faster, bringing her to her fifth orgasm of the day full on and eliciting a muffled scream from her as she hastily turned her face into the pillow to stay quiet.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t really thinking about the here and now, I was thinking about Eun-ji. I still needed to talk to her, there was no use putting it off.

She was slowly returning to reality by the time I turned back to her.

“Sorry, Yiren, I’ve got to go, there’s some business I have to handle with Eun-ji.”

“You go, Kaito.” She replied, tracing her own abs with an idle finger. “I know what the ‘business’ is, Jiwon unnie told me what happened earlier.”

“Did she?” I muttered, getting off the bed and putting on my shirt, not that it would be needed for much longer. “Well, then you know what’s happening. I’ll see you later.”

My new earpiece suddenly filled my ear with the voice of Joonhon, my head servant and overseer of the entire bunker’s function.

“Mr. Kobayashi, sir, the voice activation in the elevators is fully functional and ready for use. We’ve finally gotten it to work.”

I pressed the speak button on the small device and said,

“Joonhon, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Just call me Kaito. We’re friends, I prefer to be called by an informal name.”

“Sorry, sir. Kaito.”

“That’s better.  That’s great, I’m heading to the elevator now.”

Yiren waved after me as I stepped into the elevator, and the last image I saw before it was cut off by the doors closing was that of Yiren’s adorable face looking back at me and winking.

“Floor three.” I said to the elevator, and a small screen lit up with green on black text and a photo of me: 

                                           Kaito Kobayashi

                                         Identity Confirmed

                                      Floor 3 Access Granted

“Confirmed.” The elevator’s automated voice replied, and the elevator started moving.

“Good job, Joonhon.” I said into my earpiece. “Very impressive.”

“Thank you, sir. Have a good day.”

“You too, buddy. Pyeonghwa.”

The elevators opened to reveal Yurim and Se-Rim doing their nails.

“Have either of you seen Eun-ji?” I asked, interrupting their giggles.

“Yes, I think she went up to the roof.” Yurim said. “Said she wanted some time to think.”

“A bit odd if you ask me,” added Se-rim, “but then again, we’re all pretty stressed out lately.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I headed back into the elevator and after telling it “roof”, it started to move. 

I arrived at the roof and the doors opened to reveal Eun-ji standing there, waiting for it to arrive to her. She gave a small yelp and jumped back, my appearance taking her by surprise.

“Kaito?!”

“Yes?” I said, taking a step towards the exit. “Were you going down?”

“Erm, actually, I was looking for you.”

“Me?” I said, truly taken aback. “Why were you looking for me?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

I stepped out of the elevator and followed her over to the couch. Maybe I wouldn’t have to do anything, maybe she would do it all herself. I knew what she wanted to talk about, and there was no doubt she was going to want to make it up to me.

“So,” she said, swallowing, “I wanted to talk to you about this morning.”

“Yes, I figured.” I said. 

“I said a lot of things that I didn’t mean, that I regret ever even thinking of saying.” She continued. “And I wanted to apologize.”

I remained quiet, waiting to see where she took it. 

“I’m sorry, Kaito.” She said, looking me directly in the eye. I spotted tears welling in her eyes as she spoke, and her bottom lip trembled . “I really never meant to say it, I know you do care, that’s why we’re here. I know you care more than anything.”

She got off her seat and wrapped her arms around me, and the sincerity of her words vibrated in my bones. I knew she meant them. 

“Forgiven, Eun-ji.” I said into her ear, patting her on the back. “I’ll not pretend I wasn’t hurt by it, but I can’t pretend I never say things I don’t mean, either. Everybody makes mistakes, I can’t fault you for being angry. I know you didn’t mean it.”

She disengaged and sat back down.

“I still feel bad, though, even when you forgive me.” She said, voice choked up, a single tear running down her cheek. 

With that she just broke down. She flung herself into my arms and started crying, and to me it felt like some kind of emotional dam had burst within her. It felt like an eternity that she sat there and wailed into my shirt, and I found it very hard not to join her in remorse. 

It made me feel awful. Maybe I had been too hard on her this morning, but whatever it was I felt awful.

“I’m s-sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes on her shirt, “it’s just I’ve been so stressed and scared, and the thing this m-morning-“

She couldn’t finish the sentence and lost it again, sobbing into my chest.

“It’s okay, Eun-ji.” I said, making a supreme effort to keep my own voice steady. “It’s alright. I’m here, there’s no need to be scared.”

After a bit she fell into silence.

“I’m sorry.” She said once she had calmed down.It’s been so stressing since we came, I’ve just been keeping it inside. There are so many things I’ve just kept to myself, it just all flooded me. The thing this morning was the last straw, I just couldn’t take it.”

“It’s okay.” I said firmly. “Eun-ji, listen to me. You have nothing to be worried about. Nothing can reach us here. I would give my own life for any one of you, it would be over my dead body that the Fukuri would touch you. You’re safe here. As for the incident this morning; I forgave you. I know you didn’t mean what you said. You are an amazing person, and nothing you do will ever change that. I love you, and nothing you do will ever change that. Don’t keep your emotions away from me like that, it’s not good. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t talk to me. If you’re feeling down, talk to me. I’ve been through a lot in my time, I can understand what it feels like.”

She looked up at me, and the gratitude in her expression made me feel much better. She looked adorable, and her vulnerability in that moment strengthened our bond. 

“Thank you, Kaito. Thank you so much, for everything. For spending your time, money, and effort getting us here, for saving us, for being so understanding and kind. You’re a really great guy, Yiren is lucky to have someone like you.”

Her words to me were more heartwarming than almost anything I’d ever heard. She sat back from the embrace on her knees and looked at me. 

“So how can I make up for what I said?”

I returned her gaze, surprised. “What?”

“I said,” she repeated, “how can I make up for what I said? You’re extremely kind for letting it go so quickly and so easily, but I want to do something to make it up to you.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well…” she trailed off, and I noticed a blush growing rapidly in her tear-streaked cheeks. “I had one idea…because of the topic this morning…”

Understanding blazed though my brain and I was shocked, though it was what I came up here for in the first place.

“Wait - Eun-ji, you’re not suggesting-“

“Yes, I am.” She confirmed, starting forward.

“Wait!” I said hurriedly as she reached for my waistband and she paused, one eyebrow raised. “Stop, you don’t have to - I’m not asking you for - you don’t need to do this.”

“Well, that’s the thing.” She said, hooking her finger inside my pants. “I want to.”

What a change from this morning. A comparison from earlier, when she exploded because I fucked Yiren, to now, when she was trying to fuck me herself.

I paused. “You’re sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to feel obligated to.”

“I’m sure, Kaito. I deserve it for this morning,” she said, and put a finger to my lips when I opened my mouth to protest. “and you deserve it for being so understanding.”

“You’re absolutely positive you want to go through with it?” I asked in a last-ditch attempt to prevent it. I didn’t want her doing this because she felt compelled to because of this morning. I had to forcefully remind myself of why I came up here to start with. “If you go through with it, I won’t hold back.”

“Good,” she said lustfully, “I don’t want you to.”

With these words she yanked my pants and boxers down over my legs and to my ankles, releasing my partially-hard cock.

I took a deep breath. If this was what she really wanted, that’s what she was going to get, no mercy included.

She gave a yelp as I grabbed her head by the hair and pulled her face into my crotch. Her tongue nimbly darted out and ran along my balls. She had clearly had some experience with this. It wasn’t on Jiwon’s level, but still good enough that it felt incredible. She hadn’t even started sucking my dick yet. 

She let out a moan as she sucked on my balls, rapidly making me hard as a rock. Now that we started down the road, we weren’t going back. I hadn’t been kidding about not holding back. I lifted her head and pushed my cock into her mouth, spearing her lips open and gagging her at the back of her throat. But apparently that was just a taster.

She got up, walked around to the side of the couch, slid off her skirt, panties, shirt, and bra, bent over, and slid herself over my legs in a position that highlighted the curves and rounds of her ass, hips, and thighs. 

“I don’t feel obligated to do anything,” she said matter-of-factly, “but I need to be punished. And before you object,” she added, not even having to look at me to know I was about to dispute it, “nothing you say is going to change my mind on that.”

My objection fell dead on my lips and I sat unmoving.

“Well?” Her inquiry rose on the air. “Are you going to get on with it or am I going to sit here all day with my ass out, waiting for you to do something?”

I hesitated still. I didn’t feel like it was my place or my right to punish her for saying something she didn’t mean in the heat of the moment, especially in this way. But her alluring nude body was drawing me in like a fish on a hook, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to resist her.

She looked sideways up at me with a seductive look, turning to her pure sexiness for help. 

“I was a bad girl, and shouldn’t naughty girls be punished?” She said, intentionally making her voice lower and more breathy. “This girl needs to be spanked.”

“You know what?” I growled, primal instinct as always winning the battle against reasoning and gentlemanliness.  “Have it your way.”

She bit her lip and I gave her ass a hard, sidelong swat with my hand. She yelped in both pain and pleasure and I waited, seeing if she was alright. She gave her ass a wiggle, silently spurring me on. I smacked her three more times before deciding on a different method. There was a cabinet that happened to have a hairbrush sitting on it nearby, so I reached over and grabbed the brush, flipping it so the flat end would hit her.

She uttered a yell as the brush struck her, making her ass ripple on impact. I paused again, making sure she was still comfortable with it before going on.

“Spank me harder!” 

I gladly complied with her shouted demand, smacking her ass with the hard plastic again, and again, and again. I lost count of how many times I spanked her, her ass turning redder and redder. She yelped and moaned and shouted out, whether in pain or pleasure I didn’t know or really care. Occasional cries of “harder” or “more” came from her, and I let my instinct hotwire my brain. My hand briefly grazed her naked pussy and I was shocked to see how wet she was. Clearly the spanking was turning her on to that point. Her body quivered and her hands gripped the couch or my thigh each time the brush hit her, and she kept egging me on. 

“I’m about to fucking cummm-“ she moaned out, clutching at my leg. I tossed the brush to one side and slid my fingers down her pussy, ending on her clit and circling it swiftly. I ran the fingers back along it until I reached her entrance, which I slowly teased before plunging them inside. No hymen barrier blocked my entrance, so I knew she was not a virgin.

“Not a virgin, eh?” I said while she gave a pleasured whine, thrusting my fingers at a quick pace. “So you are a slut?”

“Only for you Kaito, only for you!” She whimpered. “I’ll be your slut, all of this is yours!”

“You’re fucking right it is,” I growled in her ear, giving her ass a hard slap with my free hand. “You’re mine.”

Something inside her snapped at my words and she climaxed with a scream as I jammed my finger into her g-spot. Her juices splattered my hand and coated my forearm as they sprayed out of her, and the tension relaxed as she fell limp against me, chest heaving.

“That was - fucking amazing,” she said, taking deep breaths, “you’re so good.”

I let her recover sufficiently before moving. I made her kneel on her knees, face resting on the couch. Her shining, sopping wet heat was facing me and I was still horny, so I positioned myself, lined up my tip with her entrance, and pushed in.

Where her face was, her mouth opened and a whimpering moan left it as her eyes closed in pleasure.

I slowly forced my way into her tight pussy, pleasurable resistance meeting me every centimeter of the way, until I bottomed out inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned through clenched teeth, my head tilting back as the feeling overwhelmed me. She was tighter than Jiwon by far, but not quite as tight as Yiren.

“Oh, it’s so deep,” she gave a soft, blissful hum as I filled her up, juices leaking out around the edges of my cock. She turned around and gave me that seductive stare, biting her lip. “Now fuck me.”

Raw, animalistic lust was the only thing I felt as instinct took over, and I jabbed my hips into her as hard as possible, a wet clap resounding around the roof. She cried out, reached around, and spread her ass cheeks, allowing for further view of my cock disappearing inside her. 

I took the cue and started fucking her hard and fast, going for pure power in my thrusts. Her body was like a drug, addictive and inebriating, and I leaned forward.

“I’m going to make you fucking pay for this morning,” I growled roughly into her ear, pulling her head back by her hair to let her hear me over her own cries.

“Yes!” She yelled, turning her head and looking at me with desperate eyes. “Make me pay, punish me! Fuck me like I’m your little slut!”

“You get me wrong,” I said forcefully, her lips brushing my cheek, “you are my little slut, like it or not.”

She gave no reply except a string of mindless moans, unintelligible whispers that still held more meaning than words.

I grasped the ponytail I had formed her hair into and pulled harder.

“Say it! Fucking say it!”

“Y-yes!” She screamed out, fingers holding the couch like a vice. “I’m your slut! Fuck me however you want, I belong to you!”

Funny how just a taste of my cock had reduced all three of the members I had gone after to screaming, moaning sluts who begged me to dominate the. Each had had a different way of phrasing it, but all had the same message. Make me your slut.

I let go of her hair and reached around to her bouncing breasts, squeezing and groping her and heightening her pleasure. 

Pulling out, I turned her over onto her back, and she gave a disappointed moan before I quickly plunged back into her, the moan turning to a breathy, satisfied shout. I let myself rest on top of her, driving my shaft deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

“Oh my god yes, yes, f-fuck!” She screamed as I bottomed out inside her. “Fucking pound me! Pound my little pussy!”

“Shut up and take my cock!” I groaned through my teeth, knowing she was trying to coax the cum out of me with her dirty talk. 

She bit her lip as I gave her breast a slap, eyes closed and hands gripping my back. I felt myself nearing my peak, and she was lasting longer than I thought she would but I could still tell she was close as well.

“Cum in me Kaito,” she gasped into my ear, bucking her hips up into me, thighs flexed around my waist. 

I let out a moan myself as her walls clenched around me, but the expression on her face, her eyes closed, eyebrows angled upwards, her mouth open, was what sent me over the edge.

“I’m - fucking - cumming - FUCK!”

I managed three words and one yelled obscenity before slamming my cock into her, as deep as I could, and blasting her walls with my cum, giving a groan through my teeth as one of the most intense orgasmic highs I had ever had hit me like a truck.

I felt her juices hit me, but no sound came from her except a tiny squeak as her voice failed her. Her nails raked my lats and her legs gripped my middle very hard, her entire body trembling in pleasure. Then as soon as it came it stopped. Her thighs relaxed, her hands fell limp to her sides, and her pussy relaxed around my cock, still rapidly pulsing along with her beating heart. 

We only got to enjoy the afterglow of our passionate sex for a minute or so before Joonhon’s frantic voice blasted into my ear again.

“Kaito!” He shouted. 

“Joonhon, what the fuck!” I said, waving away Eun-ji’s questioning gaze and rising from the couch. “What is it?”

“Sir, you remember Makoto Takahashi?”

“Yes, why?”

I did remember him well, he decided to devote his life to helping the Fukuri a while ago, and had tried to kill me. 

“He’s resurfaced; he sent our server a message.”

“What did it say?” I asked warily, knowing that this couldn’t be good.

“He wants to talk to you, in person.”

“Tell him I said to fuck off. I don’t associate with dickheads like him.”

“I’m not sure that’s advisable, sir. He’s threatening you. He has the Fukuri on his side, as I’m sure you know, and he says he’ll bring them to us if you refuse.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to see him, but by refusing I was risking the lives of myself, Everglow, and everyone else in the bunker. I couldn’t do that.

“Get the guards ready, Joonhon. We’re going to meet this motherfucker.”