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darlingpwease · 1 year

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Aki BRAINROT btw???

Thanks to shokan sharing his ideas and that post u reblogged,, all I can think of is subby hybrid!Aki 🧍

With pretty puppy Aki being sensitive, he can't help but tremble whenever you get too close to him,,,

Puppy boy Aki going into heat and just keeps on beggin you to just stuff n breed him,,,,

Maybe he gets embarrassed when you give him a small kiss from time to time, but when you guys are fucking he just can't stop clinging to you???

My brain in rotting help

-panna cotta

MX'S WOOF!

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, begging + drooling, pet names + mild name-calling, mild light pregnancy topic (talk), very light 'master/pet' teasing (talk), collaring [aki]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, semi-public sex (alleyway, balcony), light pet play, mention of free use, sex during mating season (heat), unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, rough treatment, hyperstimulation (g., r.), praise (g., r.), cum inflation (g.), cockwarming (r.), mention of oral sex (r.)

DARLINGS: dog hybrid!aki hayakawa x human!reader; dom!reader, top!reader

Aki is not exactly the hybrid that you would think of when saying "good boy", even if he, well, was actually a boy, and sometimes he was even good, so both of these necessary conditions were met, but you were always worried that if you told him something like that, he would think about you as a pervert with strange fetishes, — if he doesn't bite off your hand for such words, he seems very wild, — so you just tried not to cross paths once again and not stare too long at his fluffy ears and long fluffy tail, which Aki waved charmingly when thinking about something.

You were just not close enough and not sure that he liked it at all, too little work experience; even when the tactics changed from "avoidance" to "cooperation", while his ears pricked up when he heard your voice or enthusiastically waved his tail when you were around, you preferred a slow pace, as if thrusting your palm to the dog and letting it sniff you before confidentially giving you a paw.

(although sometimes he almost provoked you to stroke him between fluffy ears and say that he did a great job.)

Aki was a dog who preferred when your hand was stretched out to him for sniffing before he gave you a paw — and when you roughly push into him, forcing him to cling to the balcony, hoping that no one would think to go out in the morning and look at the neighbors above, until his thoughts mix and turn into desire— need for more, harder, rougher, until his belly is full enough and his thighs are sticky with sweat and you, until his tail is restlessly rubbing and beating against you, trying to force you to drive into him all the way and ignore all the pathetic whining that he makes when it's too much for him, when he's almost choking, drooling, feeling how his body ache from the last time, — but whimpering so that you don't stop, scratching your skin with claws, blindly kissing where he can. Even when Aki cums, trying to snuggle up to you as hard as possible, breathing heavily, sticking out his tongue while you lazily push into his body for the last time before gently moving away, making his thighs become even more slippery and sticky without you preventing his excruciating emptiness.

And, perhaps, unlike him, you hope that someone will see you on an empty morning balcony and notice what a needy whining mess you can make him instead of that strict hybrid that does not allow anyone to even touch his ears or tail, let alone pull them or hold them, but while you are busy to fuck him senseless — and make him cum just from the fact that you scratch him behind the ear while make him warm you, not allowing to move even when he starts to need it.

When you tell him for the first time that 'he is a good boy' while fucking him in a dark alley after a task, being unable to tolerate his attempts to jump on you from overexcitation,

this is enough for Aki to cling to your hands with enthusiastic whining, squeezing his thighs, almost suffocating while his body trembles in your hands, — and never talk about it again, shamefacedly pressing fluffy ears to his head and growling softly when you tease, stroking and calling him a good boy, — but never tries to dodge the touch and does not tell you to stop.

Never tells you to stop.

Even when you pull the leash, pushing Aki to slightly tilt his neck back, exposing it for you, he silently obeys any of your actions and words, never questioning them and not making you to wait; treating him like your pet, hearing his stifled whining when you hold the leash tightly while he diligently licks you, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible, as much as you can get from his body, soft and accessible, too accessible when you breed him in a room in a random break in response to his provocative weakening the knot of the tie that hides the collar with your initials.

Even if Aki wasn't a pet, — wasn't a pet at all, wasn't an obedient and attention-hungry pet at all, — something about him made you whisper in his ear what a good boy he is and what a diligent puppy he is when you cum into him again, filling his stomach, making him drool and press ears to hair, pressing hand to mouth just not to get too loud, deafly realizing that now he will have to walk around like this for the rest of the day — and immediately forgetting about it when you ask who is a good boy and, having received a satisfactory answer, saying that good boys receive a reward, feeling his fluffy tail tossing from side to side. But it's really hard for you to resist him when Aki's short claws cling to you while he whines, whimpering, almost begging you not to stop and never leave him, no matter what happens, while his legs tightly wrap around your hips, almost forcing you to stay in place inside his hot sensitive body, hearing only hot breath and quiet incoherent nonsense, breaking into a squeal when you remind him how deep you are in response to his obsessive attempts to snuggle even closer, sticking to your skin, not even moving his tail in an effort to maintain a painfully close pose.

Even if Aki is constantly blushing from kisses and his hands are sweating when you take them, as if you didn't breed him in the room half an hour ago while other hunters were celebrating, hearing his hoarse encouragement not to stop and enthusiastically intoxicated words about how fucking good he feels and that nothing makes him as high as you do, the way he tries to merge into one with you every time, as if trying to wrap himself around you and stay pinned forever, always makes you feel too excited, seeing his wet eyes and ruddy red face, looking at how his hair is disheveled while his ears are constantly twitching, especially when he cums, wagging excitedly with his tail, as if persuading you to grab him and cum inside, filling his pretty belly until he carries your puppies.

You just have your own personal limits that Aki will always be able to break — just like convincing you to fuck him to the point that his brain shuts down an hour and a half before meeting others, growling that you are only his master and he is only your dog when you hold his legs apart, teasing that he always ready for you and with the same success you can just press his cheek to the floor or wall and fuck at any moment — and not hearing any refutation, even if his cheeks are burning with shame and not only with it.

You have no excuse why you're late — and no excuse about why Aki walks strangely.

Aki is so hot, so wet, so needy when his thighs are wet and sticky, when his face is constantly rosy with desire while he begs you to just fill his painfully needy body, stretch him, make him your own, until the only thing he can think about is the puppies that you put by the time his body can't be without you, breeding him during every heat and out of it, — as if the fact that he almost does not get off you is not enough for him anymore, but you can't refuse when you see him drooling, almost crying from excessive sensitivity, forcing to cum even faster, squeezing you tightly inside, but pushing his hips harder while you dig fingers into his thighs, not stopping even when Aki obediently lies under you, not moving, allowing you to handle him as you like, whining and happily wagging his tail with delight.

When you hear him begging you to breed him, drunkenly looking at you, as if intoxicated, wet and hot, reaching out to you for a kiss so unlike his usual self, that even his hungry wet kisses seem so unknown, not at all like his usual ones, but no less sweet, as if forcing you not to stop kissing him while you cum in him again and again, even when you feel that you are reaching your limit — but feel how Aki is fidgeting under you, definitely feeling that you won't be able to do more soon, but still unsatisfied and greedy for more, needing more, even if your body can't bring it to it,

it doesn't matter as long as you don't stop and leave him, don't leave him empty, don't leave him alone, keeping Aki as close as he physically can be.

Even when you lie down on your back, you can't help but help Aki gently climb onto your hips, feeling him trembling with fatigue and excitement, hearing his enthusiastically relaxed exhale when you find yourself in him again, feeling how he greedily squeezes you, not letting you slip out even though he is wet and sticky, wagging his tail and keeping his ears straight from pleasure and a sense of rightness while you fill him up, even if you can't behave with him like another canine hybrid — it's not so important when he nuzzles your neck, lazily kissing, almost singing with delight when you stroke him, soothing, making it clear that you will be in the same place when he wakes up.

But, even knowing that you will wake up with Aki enthusiastically riding on you and whining apologies mixed with gratitude, giving you a great overview of mess caused by the need to be fucked until his body is perfect for you and is completely soaked, and knowing how shamefully grateful he will be when the heat is over, looking away but for some time feeling the consequences of constant breeding, including the fact that his body will react to your presence for some time, wanting to continue breeding,

you felt too happy.

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xxcallmemaryxx · 1 year

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Would you be willing to do some headcanons with fluff/comfort (suggestive/nsfw if you want) of the ghouls (separately) comforting a plus size reader going through a spurt of insecurity?

I LOVED you thick thighs/plus size hcs and I just feel really bad about myself after a photo shoot today even though I’m usually pretty confident

First and foremost… I want to make it so clear that our ghoul boys are OBSESSED with their plus sized partners. You’re gonna look at me and tell me that these demonic creatures from hell don’t immediately become a puddle in your hands when they finally *finally* get to press their face into your soft stomach?

You’ve got Mountain who literally drools every time he sees you. He just wants to ravish you every time he sees you it’s insane. You’re so soft and warm and he just wants to sink his claws into your beautiful body and keep you forever. He is a tall boy, and even though he may still tower over you, he is just overtaken with pure adoration every time he wraps his arms around you. He feels even more powerful with you by his side.

Dewdrop is a very intensive lover, but my god is he proud of his relationship with you. He shows you the fuck off, he can barely control himself when you’re feeling confident. And if you’re struggling with that… he is going to spend as long as it takes and even more than that showing you how SEXY you are. He will worship every inch of skin, and he will take his damn time making sure he loves up on you better than you’ve ever been loved up on IN YOUR LIFE.

Our good boy Rain is more of a private lover, but don’t let him fool you. He may be a little more reserved when you two are out and about together, but with every waking second he is just itching to get you alone. Most of the time he has to physically stop himself from pressing his face into whatever part of your body he can reach the quickest, much like Mountain he just wants to absolutely devour you every time he sees you.

Swiss is a fucking menace. He doesn’t care what time it is, where you are or what you’re doing. If he even gets the *slightest* peak at your beautiful thick thighs he is practically humping the air. He, much like Dew, just wants everyone to know that he is yours. He will sink his fangs into the softest, meatiest parts of your body and claim you over and over and over again. Then he will parade you around the abbey and show anybody who just so happens to be around that he is a very very very lucky ghoul.

Aether tries to be as respectful as possible when it comes to any insecurities you may be having about your body, he would use his very last breath telling you how fucking gorgeous you are. But only you know how he really gets, only you know how feral Aether is deep deep down. He is a confident ghoul, but he just feels so comfortable with you. Like he never has to question what you think of him, and he never has to think about what others may think of him because he knows that if anybody is going to yank any thoughts right out of his head it’s gonna be you. You just bring eachother up more and more every single day and as a result… he’s become so head over heels for you he makes you forget you were ever feeling insecure in the first place.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost band #ghost bc #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #wine spilt #Mary’s headcannons

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pinkiepiebones · 6 months

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The more I read of your writing, the more I love it!

Prompt/request: a time when Dracula cleaned Renfield up and took care of him after he got seriously hurt, going beyond the usual dripping-blood-on-the-wound, and actually being tender towards him 🖤

Thank you so much!!! For the compliment and the prompt!!! This one got weird and gory!!!!!!!!

Count Vladimir Tepes Dracula, Prince of Walachia, was never known for kindness. Indeed, if there were any historical annotation alluding to a modicum of kindness in him, it would be quickly followed by an abrupt rebuttal, as in the following example:

"Count Dracula would smile and gently stroke their hair... Before mounting the heads on wooden spikes."

The faintest, feeblest glimmer of humanity still surviving within the monster is quickly stifled by the overwhelming miasma of hatred and horrors that animate his undead body. "Humanity" is to Dracula as "hamburger" is to your average American- "food."

And yet.

Dracula was not a one-dimensional entity. He was complex as he was vile. He contained multitudes. Most of which were ghastly, but this is not a story about those.

Renfield is proving to be quite the familiar. He is what would someday be called a go-getter. He's fast, he's punctual, he's utterly and madly, obsessively devoted to Dracula. Dracula finds he enjoys having Renfield sitting beside him. Renfield makes little noises of delight as Dracula scratches at his scalp. Renfield rests his chin on Dracula's knee and looks up at him with wide, wild eyes, more black pupil than blue iris these days. He drools sometimes, but one must endure some drool when one keeps a dog. And Renfield is by far the best dog Dracula has ever had. A hunter and a pet. A good boy.

One late evening Dracula rises to find that Renfield is not curled up beside his coffin. The vampire winds his way out of the castle crypt and finds a meal- seven freshly-dead young women- waiting for him. But no Renfield.

Dracula reaches down for one of the bodies. But stops. He hears... something. It's not any of the castle sounds to which he is accustomed- not the steady slow groans of structural decay, nor the shuffle of rats through dust, nor the delicate sigh of tattered tapestries rustling in drafts. No, no. This was... Crying. He is pretty sure that is what it is called, anyway.

The count seeks out the sound and finds Renfield in one of the long-unused bedrooms. He is curled in a little ball on the old bed. Dracula steps closer, assessing, analysing, avian. Renfield opens his eyes in time to see Dracula reaching down and he flinches as a claw grazes his cheek. Dracula looks at the drop on his claw with curiosity.

"What is this?"

Renfield sniffles and blinks up at his Master. "Thi- do you mean my tears, Master?"

Ah, yes, that's what those are. "Why are you crying?"

Renfield's lower lip trembles. He unfolds, and it's clear from the look on his face that it causes some sort of agony for him to do so. "I didn't get away without a fight," he says, his voice ragged with guilt and weeps.

Dracula now sees that his familiar's right arm is dislocated at the shoulder and broken. His sleeve is ripped and the pale skin beneath is purple and blue. The amount of blood soaking his right pant leg makes it hard to tell the extent of the damage there- lacerations, certainly; fractures, possibly. His unruly hair is matted with blood, and it had at one point covered his face but he made a valiant effort to wipe it off on his intact sleeve with his intact arm.

Dracula's expression is unreadable. He leans down and presses his ear to Renfield's chest and Renfield startles at the closeness. "Breathe deep," he commands. Renfield obeys. Dracula can hear fluid in the lungs and hitches in the heartbeat. He stands and then sits down on the bed beside his familiar, situating himself so they are facing one another. He places his cold hands on Renfield's shoulder and arm and says, "this will hurt."

Dracula snaps Renfield's shoulder back into the socket and Renfield lets out a strangled cry. Dracula smoothes his hands over the shoulder and says gently, "shh, shh. Brave boy." Renfield whimpers.

Dracula carefully runs his hands down Renfield's broken arm and squeezes the familiar's hand. Keeping one hand clasped around Renfield's, he uses his other hand to softly grip Renfield's chin, locking eyes with him. he can't help but grin. "I have not shown you everything I can do," Dracula purrs.

The vampire lets go of Renfield's chin and hand. He uses a claw to tear open Renfield's blotchy skin and uses the same claw to open his palm. Renfield looks confused but opens his mouth to receive the blood but Dracula carefully grips the familiar's arm where he made the cut and rubs it a bit, making good and sure that his black blood is steadily creeping into his familiar. He removes his hand and watches Renfield's confusion melt into amazement as the bruises recede and the bones squirm back into place and the skin zips up. The healing power flows up into Renfield's long fingers; the feeling returns and he flexes his hand with a newfound glee.

"Master- this is amazing- you are amazing!"

Dracula nods. Of course he is. He then helps Renfield out of the tattered shirt and Renfield blushes despite everything they have already been through. Dracula tears a deep hole in Renfield's chest, digging through the tight, lean muscles and cracking the bones to ensure his healing blood could get deep down into the wounded places. Renfield gasps and moans and pants and fervently praises his Master. Dracula brushes his claws against Renfield's frantic heart and says, "shhh, my pet." He withdraws his bleeding hand and licks Renfield's blood off as the familiar's lungs fill with fresh cells and new air and the ribcage reconfigures. Renfield's blood is stale now, tainted with sins and madness, but there is a subtle sweetness there, the taste that is wholly Renfield- light and naïve. The process of fixing Renfield's leg is not as involved but it does necessitate the removal of the blood-soaked trousers. When Dracula is finished with his works, Renfield is almost entirely naked and covered with his blood, the blood of his attackers, and Dracula's blood. He looks up at his Master.

"You could do with a wash," Dracula says. "Come, let us get the water warming," and he scoops Renfield into his arms. Renfield yelps in confusion and Dracula chuckles and says, "I care about your well-being, Renfield. You are my prized possession."

Renfield sighs contentedly.

#renfield

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Sex on the Rocks (Merman x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Relationship

Warnings: 18+ content under the cut!, Size Kink, Breeding Kink

Word Count: 2578 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend discover some new things about yourselves.

Request: May I request a Merman x Male Reader? With a size kink, and breeding kink if you're open to that. Thank you! ❤️

“Can you see it?”

“Nope! This rock’s a bit too slippery-” An unflattering yelp leaves you as your hand loses its grip on the stone, your wet feet lacking any grip as you slide off the boulder and back into the cold ocean water. Your head goes under for only a second before Juno grabs you by the armpits, yanking you back up.

You sputter and cough, collapsing back onto Juno’s chest as you shake water out of your hair. Juno cranes his neck forward, barely hiding a laugh.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, just...lost my grip for a second.” You shrug off Juno’s hands. He quirks an eyebrow up, like he doesn’t believe you, and you roll your eyes. “The water’s like, five feet deep, I’ll survive.”

“I don’t know.” Juno teases, playing with your messy hair, “I know you humans aren’t the best at swimming. But don’t worry,” Juno throws his large arm around your shoulder, “I can be your Orca in shining armor.” Juno winks, a strand of his long, black hair falling over his shoulder. He looks like he belongs on a romance novel cover.

You push yourself off of Juno’s chest, giving him a playful slap.“Okay, Romeo, whatever you say. But we should find a place to chill out if we want to catch the sunset.”

Juno laughs, pushing his hair out of his face before he nods.

The two of you usually come to this cove on your date nights, finding a nice spot on the beach to laze around and talk before watching the sun descend together. But some teenagers had decided to throw a huge bonfire this very night and the beach was way too crowded for any alone time. Juno’s idea had been to swim farther out into the sea and chill on some rocks, but so far none had been both comfortable and able to view the horizon.

The two of you look around, trying to find a rock safe enough for you to climb, before Juno hums.

“I got an idea.”

You barely have time to get out a ‘What” before Juno’s arms are wrapping around your knees and hoisting you up into the air, your hands scrambling to find purchase in his hair as your legs wrap around his chest. Juno shows no sign of exertion as he presses up even higher, shifting his forearm to support your thighs and pointing you towards the sea. ��How about that? Can you see it now?”

The wheeze that leaves you is a terrible impersonation of a ‘yes’, your face locked onto the ocean as you feel your chest begin to burn with embarrassment.

Your ankles dig into Juno’s shoulder muscles, barely wrapping around his large torso as his tree-trunk arms carry you like a bag of flour.

You knew Juno was strong; He’s a goddamn Killer Whale Merman with an upper body the size of a small table, of course he’s strong.

But wow, did the way he easily throw you around turn you on way more than you thought it would.

You nod your head, taking a deep breath as you try and focus on other things, not about rock hard your boyfriend just got you.

Unfortunately for you, the position you're in has your crotch pressed right up against Juno’s chest, in between his strong pectoral muscles.

Juno’s eyes drop to your navel, clearly noticing your growing bulge. His expression doesn’t even shift; His arms just loosen and let your body drop down, until you and him are face to face.

“Are you hard right now?”

You nod, trying to play it cool. It wasn’t as if this was weird, you two were dating, but something about getting a boner from something so simple had you a little embarrassed. Like you were 13 years old again, sneaking peeks at porno magazines and Monster Manuals under your covers late at night.

“Was it because I picked you up?”

You pause, nodding slower this time as you avert your gaze. But a claw comes under your chin, tilting it towards Juno with a slow, controlled push.

Juno had always been a huge teddy bear. You wouldn’t think it, what with the rows of sharp teeth, his long claws, and the myriad of scars that decorate his back and shoulders. But he was as sweet and docile as an Orca Merman could be.

But the look in his eyes at this moment sends a shiver down your spine; They’re so intense and focussed, if you didn’t know better you would think you were about to become his next meal. He rolls his gaze up and down your body, noting how your breath catches when he moves his hand down your neck. He runs his hand downward, thumb brushing against your collarbone and his claws tickling your pulse point. He licks his lips and the smirk he gives you might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, you like that? Then how about,” In a quick movement, he presses his body up against yours, forcing you against a nearby rock, “This?”

Water drips from his chest and onto your face as he pins one of his hands right next to your face, looking down at you with a sultry look. You suck in a harried breath as an overwhelming heat resonates in your belly. The end of his tail curls around your ankles under the water and his other hand wraps around your neck. His grip is light, but it serves as a reminder of how easily he can pin you down, how vulnerable you are in his large, very large hands.

‘Thats, uh,” You suck up the excess saliva building in your mouth, “That’s...r-really good.”

“Hmm?” Juno chuckles, playfully squeezing your neck before his hand drops down to your chest. He pushes his palm into your skin and flexes out his fingers, covering a good portion of your upper half. “You like being pinned, my little mate?”

Words have fully departed from your mind, so you just nod your head, breathless.

Juno leans down and places a gentle kiss on your jaw. It’s light and delicate, like the Juno you know, but the heat it spreads across your body is anything but.

“Naughty boy.” He whispers in your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck. You lean and curve your neck into his mouth, desperate for his affectionate kisses and nips. His teeth just barely meet your skin, enough to leave little bruises and send shocks across skin. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” Juno wraps his atoms under your thighs, yanking them around his hips and forcing you upward. Your crotch presses against his navel as he shifts you both toward a flatbed of stone. “You’ll look so good, dripping with my seed.” Juno hoists your body up onto the rock, his large hand pressing against your stomach and pushing you onto your back. You do so easily, the cold surface feeling especially icy against your flushed skin. Juno pulls himself over you, his triceps bulging as he lays his massive form on top of you. As he rests on his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight, water drips from his soaked hair and onto your face. “My pretty boy. My beautiful, fuckable, mate.” Juno purrs, claws stroking the side of your face.

You weave your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. His tongue easily overwhelms yours as his large chest presses down into you. Your hands travel to his back and clench around his shoulder muscles, craving the feeling of his skin on yours. He’s so much taller than you that you barely reach his lower abdomen, but you fumble your hand downwards to his slit, eyes still clenched shut as you make out.

The hardness of his exposed shaft finds your fingers, dripping with his pre-cum and hot against your palm. You squeeze, clumsily and fervently, and Juno chuckles.

“So eager.” He pulls away, a long strand of saliva connecting you two. “Don’t worry, it’ll be deep,” Juno thrusts into your hand with a grunt, “deep inside you soon.”

With a soft pat on your cheek, Juno scoots himself down your body until his face is level with your crotch. He grabs the tent in your swim shorts, giving it a playful squeeze before grabbing the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up. You shimmy your hips to get the article of clothing off, but before it can even go past your ankles, Juno presses your lower half upwards and folds you in two.

You crane your neck forward, trying to see Juno’s next move, before the feeling of his hot tongue on your ass sends your head back against the rock. You let out a groan as Juno’s tongue begins to prod the ring of muscle, his large fingers leaving indents on your legs as he voraciously digs in.

Jun has always been quite dexterous with his long tongue; On your first date he showed off how easily he could tie a cherry stem into a knot, which had done things to your body not exactly appropriate for a first meeting. It’s also slightly ribbed at the sides, teasing your insides at just the right spots and adding an extra hint of friction as he reaches far inside you. You pant and claw at the rock below you, before finding purchase in Juno’s hair. Your climax grows steadier and steadier. It strains your shoulders and neck, but you try and peer up and look at how perfectly he eats your ass out.

Knife sharp, baby blue eyes meet yours, and it’s like a gallon of ice-water has just washed over you, goosebumps rising all over your skin as Juno sends you a wink.

You’ve never seen this playful, dominating side of him before. You can’t help but thank your improper boner for awakening it inside him. Especially when he hits that part- that part-ooooh.

Juno detaches with a pop, his tongue sliding out of your ass as he licks his lips. With one hand still firmly gripped around your thigh, he pushes himself up so you’re face to face. His long fingers splay out next to your neck, his palm easily matching the size of your head, as you give him a dazed and pleasured look.

“You ready?”

You nod, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes wander up and down his body, your lower half seizing as he playfully squeezes your thigh. He removes it to grab his shaft, spitting into his palm as he strokes and places his tip at your entrance.

“Tell me if the stretch is too much, okay?” Juno whispers, that familiar sweetness back in his voice. You nod, but all you’re focused on is that little bit of pressure, teasing what's to come.

Juno slowly inserts himself and he both of you throw your heads back with a groan. He worries his bottom lip as he sinks farther and farther into you, pressing your thighs up to your chest. The harsh scrape of stone rings in your ears as his claws dig into the rock, small pebbles flying outward as he leaves long, white marks below him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Juno finally reaches his base, comfortably seating himself inside you with a small roll of his hips. His chuckle is stuttered, peppered with a moan as he gives another tiny thrust.

“Hm, good job, taking me all the way in. For a second I thought I might be too-” Juno humps with a little more vigor, forcing the air out of your lungs, “Big for you.”

You shake your head. “N-No. You’re just-Ah!-right.”

Juno laughs again, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“Good.”

With that, Juno slowly amps his pace, adding more thrusts with a lot more power. His jutting hip bones dig into your ass cheeks as he punctuates each thrust; Grinding deliciously against your prostate before pulling out until only the tip is left. He moves the hand by your head up to your other thigh, clutching tight as he lays his weight against your lower body. Your knees have been pressed into your collarbone, the stretch a little uncomfortable for your lower back, but the shockwaves of ecstasy do everything to relieve it.

“Don’t think-” Ungh “I’ve ever been this deep in you before.” Ah “Can’t wait to f-fill you, it will be so delicious.”

Your tongue has started to fall out of your mouth as your brain grows fuzzy, your only responses being slurred “Yes” and “Uh-huh.”

“You’re going to look so good, dripping with my cum. I’ll pump you so full, my beautiful little mate.” Juno’s claws dig into your skin, leaving small, white half-moons in the meat of your thigh. “Perfect little breeder. You’ll take it all, huh? Don’t want to waste-” Juno gives a harsh thrust, “a-” and then another, “-drop.”

You nod, movement uncoordinated as your climax begins to reach its peak. The burning in your gut feels red-hot, and you wrap your ankles around Juno’s lower bag, urging him to go deeper, hit even harder. Juno lets out a delicious moan.

“You want it? Say it, beg for my cum.”

Juno slows down his thrusts, getting tantalizing close to your deepest spot before pulling out. You whimper.

“Please, please! Give me your cum, give me it, all of it!”

Juno leans down and gives you a long, passionate kiss, before resuming his pace. Your lower half begins to jerk as you get closer, closer, closer-”

“Ungh, cumming!” Juno roars as the two of you climax together, his dick pouring thick load after load into your ass. You can feel it seep into your skin, dripping out of your ass as Juno rides out his own orgasm with tiny humps. The shiny substance coats his navel and crotch, catching the setting sun as he finally pulls out.

Your legs scream with relief as they uncurl, relaxing your legs onto the cool stone below. Juno unfurls his claws and collapses next to you, chest heaving and his skin flushed pink. The sound of your breath and the crashing waves is all that lingers, both of you too tired to even form a thought.

A shaky claw pets the side of your face, pushing some unruly hair out of the way. You turn your neck to the side, enjoying Juno’s content and debauched face.

“We should,” He sighs, “Do that position more often.”

All you can do is nod, leaning just close enough to give your boyfriend a bunny kiss.

“Yeah, definitely.”

As the two of you catch your breath,you notice the blend of purples and pink hues off the sky above. You crane your neck upward a tiny bit and catch the slightest bit of yellow, hinting a trail to the sunset, still out of your view.

You cuddle up to Juno’s chest, resting your head on his pecks, and point upwards.

“Do you see the colors?”

“Yeah,” Juno whispers, a claw playing with your hair, “It’s beautiful.”

The sun falls far away, the night sky darkening into a pitch black, with few spots free of light pollution. The wind brings a chill and you know the swim back is going to be a bitch on your muscles.

But in the arms of your boyfriend, everything feels perfect.

#my writing #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #merman #merman x reader #monster x reader #monster romance #monster/human

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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yooo the ddlg thingy w bo and kuroo was so so good, pls do a part 2 or another fic similar to that. i rlly rlly liked it, especially the poly relationship and the names ahhh 🥵

I’m glad you enjoyed it, Anon. Personally, it’s my favourite dynamic when I write. I’ve had this one saved for a while, so I thought I’d share. Enjoy the filth❦.

Welcome Home.

➪Genre: NSFW 18+ ➪warnings: Poly Relationship, DDLG Dynamics (Papa & Daddy title used), blow jobs, face fucking, hair pulling, gagging, praise and degradation kink, brat taming, penetrative sex (female receiving), falling into subspace ➪Character(s): Dom!Kuroo x Dom!Bokuto x Fem Reader ➪Summary: Kuroo comes home after work to find quite a surprise in the living room. ➪Word Count: 2.7k ✯The most important part of these dynamics is trust & consent✯

“I’m home” Kuroo called out at the front door, a little pleased smirk slowly fading from his face as he received no response. He knew both You and Bokuto had the night off and was confused to hear silence.

That is until he heard a sharp breath, a subtle “fuck.”

Kuroo raised his brow, dropping his briefcase and kicking off the nice shoes you had bought him for his last birthday.

“(Y/N)?? Bo??”

“Living room.” Bokuto’s voice was tight when he spoke, concerning Kuroo even more as he suddenly felt the need to rush. “What’s the matter, Bo— “

Kuroo cut himself off, a slight flush rising on his cheeks as one of his signature laughs slipped past his lips.

“Well, I’ll be damned, right here in the living room huh?”

You were perched between Bokuto’s thighs, lips wrapped around the length of his cock and being held there by Bokuto’s hand, which gripped at your locks in a firm grasp. Your thighs trembled slightly, fingers curling into the fabric of the shorts Bokuto wore as you let out a choked little sob.

“She was being a bad girl~” Bokuto spoke with a little grin, loosening his grip a bit to allow you to slowly rise off his length. Kuroo approached tongue pressing over his bottom lip as he knelt down. It was only then that Bokuto allowed you to rise completely, strings of drool connecting your lips to Bokuto’s rock hard length as you let out a shaky breath.

“Were you being a bad girl for Bo baby? Hm?” Kuroo hummed softly, a smirk growing as you whined and attempted to lean into him, only for Bokuto to grip your hair once more and keep you in place.

“I-I...” You finally sputtered out as you caught your breath, a slow blush rising on your cheeks as Kuroo smoothed his thumb over your swollen lip. “Were you being a brat?”

You whined first before you answered, a breathy little “yes” slipping past his thumb before you took it between your lips, suckling it softly in an attempt to earn his affections. Kuroo had to bite back a groan that wanted to bubble free, tempted to keep his thumb between your lips had Bokuto’s raging cock hadn’t been bobbing and begging for attention right by his head. He pulled his thumb away with a pop, watching your lower lip tremble slightly as he stood.

“You know brats get punishments baby.” Was all he spoke before Bokuto groaned, tugging you back onto his cock. You whimpered, fists clenching back up in the fabric of his shorts as your head was pulled down low on his length, nose brushing against his pelvis as tears swelled in your eyes. Kuroo bit his lip at such a pretty sight before his tie was yanked by Bokuto. The males smashed their lips against one another, having them both groaning softly.

When Kuroo pulled back he chuckled softly, watching the hungry passion swell in Bokuto’s eyes as you choked on his cock, spit spilling past your lips and making a mess of the cushions beneath him. “She musta been real bad to get you going like this”

“Gunna fuck her pretty mouth,” Bokuto said in response, hand gripping your hair tighter as you choked a whine around his skin. “Since it was so fowl earlier”

Kuroo took a seat on the coffee table then, loosening up his tie and leaning back a bit to get a good view of the whole ordeal. “Well, fowl mouths do deserve a good fuckin’.” He repeated with a smirk, smoothing his palm over your trembling spine to make you squirm even more.

“Make sure she doesn’t touch herself. Only good girls get to do that.” Bokuto spoke through gritted teeth, rising your head just enough so you could take a large breath, chest trembling as your eyes fluttered and threatened to spill tears. Kuroo nodded and used his feet to push your thighs further apart, smirking when he felt the heat that was already built up under your skirt.

“‘m sorry... sorry for being a brat Papa...” You managed to whisper out, before Bokuto growled low in his chest, pushing your head back down and this time thrusting his hips forward, feeling his tip smack against the back of your throat.

“Now your words are all pretty huh? What happened to that little bratty attitude from earlier?” Bokuto grunted out, his eyes narrowing as his hips continued to thrust forward into your mouth. You took your punishment, tears spilling and drool bubbling you’re your swollen lips as you choked around his cock. Kuroo breathed deeply as he watched. Bokuto was always the rougher of the two, and watching the way he manhandled their partner had Kuroo tensing, his own length feeling constricted in his pants

“You gunna cum in her mouth, Bo? Yea, Washout that filthy mouth?” Kuroo purred, palm staying flush against your spine as he watched. Bokuto grunted out a response, gripping your hair tighter as he kept up the brutal pace, the sloppy sounds beginning to echo throughout the room.

“This what bad girls look like Kitty... mouth full of dick and eyes filled with tears,” Kuroo murmured, his nails slowly clawing down your back and earning a muffled sob, your fingers white around the fabric as you desperately swallowed down your boyfriend’s raging cock.

With a pace like this Bokuto knew he couldn’t last long. He thrust hard and fast, eyes rolling back a bit as he moaned. “Fuck- better swallow every drop, or we’ll do it again until you do birdy.” He sputtered between grunts, finally loosening his grip on your hair he thrust up one last time, tilting his head back in a moan as he came strings of white down your throat.

You whimpered, body trembling as you desperately swallowed him down. Bokuto kept himself between your warm lips a bit longer, moaning low as he felt your throat constrict around his dick. Slowly he pulled you off with a slick pop, tilting your head back so he could take hold of your chin instead.

“Lemme see.” He ordered, having Kuroo scramble to his side so he could see too, boys groaning in unison.

Your eyes swelled with tears, mascara running down your pretty face as you trembled. Your lips were swollen and a bit pink on the corners from being overstretched. Your chin was covered in drool, strings still clinging to you as you lulled your tongue out, mouth opening wide to reveal no cum was left in your mouth.

“Hmm good girl, you took your punishment so well baba.” Bokuto cooed, Kuroo humming in response as Bokuto smoothed his cock over the length of your tongue, watching the way you whined and softly wrapped your lips around his tip. You gave it a final suckle, settling for a kiss instead as you pecked along his length.

Bokuto shivered at such affection, reaching down to pull your trembling form into his lap instead. He smirked a bit as you clung to his thigh, core hot and damp as you mewled, gently rocking yourself along his thigh. Kuroo leaned in, smoothing his thumb over your cheekbone to wipe away from leftover tears and makeup.

“You did such a good job kitten, proud of you,” Kuroo mumbled, grinning a bit as you were quick to lean into him, continuing to ride along Bokuto’s toned thigh. He snaked a hand under your skirt, cupping your sex to feel the way it radiated against his palm.

“How’s your little cunny feel baba? You needa come now hm?” Bokuto spoke as he licked his lip, unable to hold back a playful grin as you nodded desperately, pressing your hips forward into his palm.

“Mhm, needa come, please Papa...” you murmured, head lulling a bit so you could nuzzle into Kuroo’s palm, eyes fucked out as you suckled one of his fingers. Kuroo groaned softly at such an action, feeling Bokuto’s palm smooth over the very obvious bulge in his slacks.

“Why don’t you fuck her babe? Still feelin’ a bit rough.” He leaned in so he could place a kiss against Kuroo’s earlobe. “I’ll save that for you later~” A shiver ran down Kuroo’s spine but he happily obliged, slowly pulling his fingers from your lips only to have you whining for attention.

“Don’t worry princess, Daddy’s gunna give it to you,” Kuroo reassured, standing so he could completely take off his tie and unbutton his work shirt. Bokuto took the opportunity to place a kiss against your swollen lips, easily scooping you up so your back was pressed flush to his chest. He eased his large palms over your thighs, hiking your skirt up in the process as he mumbled against your ear.

“Look at that wet little pussy... got off good on your punishment hm? You were such a good girl for Papa, so Daddy’s gunna give you a good treat okay birdy?” His voice had lightened, lost its edge from earlier as he nuzzled his nose into your hairline, gripping your thighs and pulling them further apart as you whined for any sort of friction. Kuroo shushed you softly, stripped of his work shirt and belt as he pulled himself free.

Bokuto couldn’t help but smirk as his rock-hard length, watching the way it bobbed once freed. “Looks like you got off on her punishment too.” Kuroo snickered at such a comment, cheeks a bit flush as he positioned himself properly. He leaned in to place a soft kiss against your cheek, lulling you back into focus as your eyes fluttered. He could tell the scene was getting overwhelming and had to reassure you.

“Don’t go just yet baby, I’m gunna make you feel good I promise.” He promised, palm smoothing over your soaking core. Kuroo and Bokuto watched with hungry eyes as he peeled away your panties, watching the way they desperately clung to your soaked pussy. You shivered as it was exposed, attempting to buck your hips forward only to be held fast by Bokuto.

“Relax baba.” He murmured, watching the way Kuroo gently brushed two fingers through your slit. “Let Daddy do all the work; you just sit here looking pretty for us.” You could only whimper in response, back arching a bit as Kuroo pressed against your clit, rubbing smooth circles on it with his thumb as his other hand coated his length in your slick, rubbed the tip against your folds.

“Please Daddy...” You murmured softly, one hand gripping tight to Bokuto’s forearm while the other reached for Kuroo, desperate to cling onto him. “Please Daddy please~” your speech was nothing but babbles at this point as Kuroo slowly pressed into you, groaning as your tight wet walls hugged perfectly around his length, sucked him in until his hips were flush against your trembling flesh.

“Shhh, you’re okay baby... Daddy’s gunna make you feel so good.” Kuroo promised, taking hold of your hand and intertwining their fingers as he slowly rutted within you. He went slow and deep, pausing every so often to feel the way your walls squeezed along him, milked him towards a high. You squeezed his hand tightly, head falling back onto Bokuto’s shoulder as you mewled from the pleasure, the tension slowly tightening in your core. Bokuto whispered words of encouragement against your hair, telling you how pretty you looked and how well you were doing.

His fingers gripped your thigh a bit tighter as Kuroo picked up his pace, biting on his lower lip as he watched the way your cunt swallowed Kuroo up greedily. His free hand smoothed over your throat, fingers slipping within your mouth which you happily took. You moaned around thick digits, suckling happily as you began to tremble. The knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter as Kuroo fucked into you.

“You have such a pretty pussy kitten. So perfect for my cock. You gunna cum soon?” Kuroo spoke between grunts, squeezing your hand tight as his thumb pressed to your clit. You were practically squealing against Bokuto’s fingers, tears swelling in your eyes once again as you reached your high. Kuroo wasn’t far behind, sweat gathering on his hairline as he pounded into you, hips rolling so he could rub along your sweet spot.

“Cum on Daddy’s cock birdy.” Bokuto encouraged, his fingers slowly pumping within your mouth as drool dribbled around his digits. His fingers gripped tighter to your thigh, pulling back on it as he pressed his lips to your cheek. Kuroo groaned in delight, pressing his forehead to Bokuto’s other shoulder as he rocked harder into you, feeling himself come undone.

The feeling of his warmth spilling within you sent you off the edge, eyes rolling back as you too finished. You squeezed his cock, spilling along his length and making a mess between the three of them. Kuroo’s thrusts became lazy, as he allowed both himself and you to ride out the high. You were completely dazed, fucked out, as you slumped into Bokuto. He hummed, slipping his fingers from your swollen lips and pulling your hair away from your forehead.

“You did such a good job birdy... taking Daddy’s cock like that,” Bokuto murmured. He ran a hand through Kuroo’s messy hair, grinned as he lifted up his head, placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Kuroo straightened up, slowly pulling out of you and groaning at the sight of the mess they created in Bokuto’s lap, the way your thighs trembled, and your pussy clenched at the air. He chuckled a bit as your face turned into the crook of Bokuto’s neck, eyes fluttering.

“You okay baby? Come back to us (Y/N) ...” he spoke softly, palm smoothing over your used core as Bokuto sat up a bit, nuzzling you gently. You had fallen deep into subspace, eyes glazed with tears and body trembling within Bokuto’s lap. Bokuto wrapped his arms around you, swaying you gently as you finally whimpered. “There you are baba; you feel okay love?”

Kuroo pulled his now soft length back into his pants, smiling softly as you let out a soft noise, curling into Bokuto’s lap. “Mhm... felt good.” You mumbled; your eyes still dazed. Bokuto sighed in approval gently patting your back. “Good. You gunna be a good girl for me now?” He asked expectantly, grinning a bit as a blush rose on your cheeks, feeling you nod against his skin.

“Well, that was a lovely welcome home gift.” Kuroo purred, running his fingers through damp hair. “Gunna shower, wanna join kitten? I’ll clean you and put you to bed.” You perked up a bit at such a suggestion, mewling as you squirmed a bit against Bokuto, held your arms out to Kuroo. The action had him cooing softly, easily pulling you from Bokuto to hold you against his chest.

“Such a good baby.” He snickered. Huffing a bit as he adjusted you, he began to walk around the couch and towards the bathroom. His free hand smoothed over Bokuto’s head, fingers running through damp hair as Bokuto sunk into the couch cushions. A little smirk twitched on Kuroo’s lips as he leaned in, saw the bulge still tenting up in Bokuto’s sports shorts. He got up close to the grey-haired ear, tongue slowly poking along his lobe as he whispered.

“After I put baby to sleep, I’ll come back prepped, ass up and ready for you.” Kuroo purred low, earning a pleased grunt from Bokuto as he grinned in response. “Now that will be a fuckin treat.”

The boys were interrupted when you whined against Kuroo’s neck, legs tightening up around him a bit. “Sleepy.” You mumbled, earning a pleased little huff from both of the boys. You became so soft, so whiny after falling into subspace. But the boys didn’t mind, they enjoyed babying you as much as you let them.

“Okay kitten okay, we’re going.” He spoke as he patted your rear affectionately, placing a kiss against Bokuto’s lips that was soft and full of desire. Yet he still walked away, a smirk on his face as he held you tight and got excited imagining what Bokuto was gunna do to him.

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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hawks’ secret to being productive

↳ bottom hawks x top, tall reader (6.24 ft / 190cm)

summary: Hawks tries to write his report after successfully coming home from a mission, however, he gets distracted by Y/n wanting to help him get his report done faster.

w.count: 4k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, ass eating, cock warming, a bit of hair pulling, biting, size and height difference, big dick penetration

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“Hey.”, you said rather quietly to not startle him too much as you poked your head through the living room door.

“Y/n.”, immediately, a teasing smile appeared on his lips once he looked up from his laptop – he had been laying on the sofa with just pants on, his usually big, red wings mere stumps due to the fight he had yesterday night.

“Are you done already, Kei?”

“No, not yet.”, he then sighed and turned to the laptop in front of him again. “I just cannot find the will to write, like fuck writing reports. I got that villain in jail and rescued hundreds of people, isn’t that enough?”, Hawks rolled his eyes in annoyance, making you snicker.

“I know. Maybe I can help you?”, the tone in your voice suddenly changed when you walked to the sofa, Keigo immediately shivering in anticipation and his usual grin spreading across his face.

“Oh? Really? Help little old me?”, chuckling, he watched you intensely with his golden eyes as you kneeled onto the sofa to hover above him, your big body emitting so much warmth. “Y/n…”, barely breathing your name, it was enough to hear a small snicker from you before you leaned down.

One hand buried in his blonde, soft hair, you pulled his head back, earning his cute whine and delightful hiss, just to slam your lips on his. Inevitably, Keigo was feeling turned on in an instance, wantonly moaning into your mouth when you massaged his scalp. Your tongue being so hot as you danced with his, eliciting small grumbling moans from his throat.

“Y/n…”, already breathlessly groaning your name, you pulled back and looked at him for a moment, shimmering gold eyes, a little bit of drool – hmm and that just from a little bit of kissing.

“Try to get back to your work, Pretty Boy, okay?”, you placed an almost gentle kiss onto his lips, making him purr.

Turning his head again, Keigo felt your hand combing through his hair for a moment, to make him sigh in bliss, only for him to twitch once he could vividly feel your lips on his sensitive back.

“Y/n… It looks a little weird, huh? Haha.”, he tried to laugh off the condition of his wings, now mere stumps, but in reality, Hawks was a bit insecure having his back exposed like that.

“Nhn, what are you talking about? You are my handsome boy. Just as gorgeous as before.”, the low whisper gave him goosebumps, Kei shuddering and moaning softly when you kissed along his spine.

Breathlessly moaning your name once you reached his stunted wings, a blush crept onto his cheeks, thus quickly hiding his face in his arms. You didn’t tease him about his little stumps, instead where they and Kei’s back met, you kissed him, earning his soft blissful hiss.

“W-Wait, haha, that is embarrassing.”, he laughed shyly, having you kiss his little stubs, and yet, his skin was so sensitive there and you knew it.

“Hmmm, just concentrate on your work, okay, Baby Boy?”, the vibration of your purr against his skin sent a visible shiver down his spine, making you chuckle and continue to kiss down his beautiful back while hearing his soft gasps and little groans.

“It…it’s not that easy, you know?”, Keigo hummed in pleasure, trying to open his golden eyes again to write his report, but feeling amazing and loved by his lover just had more priority right now.

You didn’t answer with anything else but a mere grunt, before you finally reached his tailbone, biting and marking his skin while your hand was busy groping his little ass with your big hands and massaging it.

Biting his lip, Takami’s hips were moving on their own to push back against your touch as he loved being marked by your teeth and also simultaneously trying to get a little bit of friction from the sofa against his hidden cock.

“Hah!”, a surprised gasp escaped his throat, followed by a delightful “OH!” when you had pulled down his pants and spread his cheeks, your swift tongue already slipping in-between. Moaning your name with his raspy voice, Keigo’s whole body was shivering when he felt your wet tongue moving against his little hole, making him wet and soft quite easily.

“Y/n…Y/n… Mhhh”, almost whining, he clawed at his own hair with his free hand and shamelessly pushed his ass back against your face, wanting more – no – needing more.

“Hmm, pretty boy likes that, hm? Your cute little hole is twitching so much, haha. And that from a little bit of teasing. So cute and sensitive.”, you laughed, teasing him even more.

Kei felt his face being all hot and probably really red from your teasing words, but he couldn’t help but whine a “Yes, yes. I like it, don’t stop. Please.” back, being honest and not holding back, because why should he? Being a brat just wasn’t his thing, Hawks had always been open and honest in the bedroom and that was one thing you certainly appreciated.

Spiting between his cheeks for a bit of lubrication, it was then Kei’s turn to move on from biting his lip to biting into his fist or he would have been way too loud, feeling so turned and hot when your tongue pushed inside. Your wet muscle moving and wiggling as your hands were spreading his ass properly to give you enough room to enter his cute little hole as far as you could with your tongue.

Hawks’ cock was twitching in his pants, a small wet spot already in it, since he never wore any underwear after showering, hence why the movement of his hips gave him a small friction. Though, soon, you held his ass tightly in your hands so that he couldn’t thrust anymore, merely whining loudly and pushing back wantonly.

“Y-Y/n… such a tease.”, he choked out under a breathless laughter, only to moan once more when you pulled out in one go, before you teased his hole with the tip of your tongue, swiftly flicking and licking. The almost feathery touches made Hawks shake and groan, trying to push back more, but he couldn’t, having to endure your teasing.

“Ahh!”, once you pushed your broad tongue against his skin and licked over his twitching muscle, it was hard to hold back the loud moans, even though he had already left bite marks on his own hand from trying to suppress his sounds.

“Hmmm Baby really loves getting his ass eaten, huh? So, so cute and honest, hmhm.”, a chuckle followed your seductive purr, his little high-pitched approving “Hmhm” made you smirk.

Pulling your tongue back eventually, you spit onto his skin one last time before you reached out your finger and rubbed against his cute, messy hole, Kei already opening up and inviting you to tease him more while he was a shivering mess.

“Y/n… Please… I want it. Let me warm your cock while I work, plea- nggff.”, he couldn’t talk further when your tongue was back to lapping around his soft muscle while simultaneously teasing him with your finger.

For a moment, he thought you would just ignore his plea, but only a few moments later, you pulled back completely and sat back up.

“I hear you, Handsome. But we need lube.”, and so, you stood up, even though he was whining a “Noo, we don’t need it, I can handle it, Baby. Please.” while grabbing your hand and pulling you back.

“Kei…”, you could see the lust shimmering in his golden eyes, and yet, when you leaned down, the kiss you pressed onto his lips was so gentle, before you said, “We can't, Sweety. As much as I just want to ram myself into your tight little ass.”, then leaning in and whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you and spit alone ain’t it, you know that. You are just too small and cute.”

For a few seconds, he just stared at you, displeased and pouting, only to then say, “Ugh, I hate you for being right.” Dramatically sighing, he let go of your hand and after another soft kiss and chuckled “I love you too, Handsome.”, you swiftly went into the bedroom to get some lube.

Blowing a strand of hair out of his face, he waited until you came back, still a little pouty because he hated it when such things interrupted sexy time, but of course, Kei knew that spit wasn’t enough, especially considering how small he was compared to you – still… he wanted your cock inside so badly already.

Looking ahead at his laptop and the almost blank document, Hawks got excited just thinking what you were about to do. Warming your cock while working was something you had both done quite often already, hence why, when you finally came into the living room again, he immediately presented his ass again.

“Come on, Y/n. You make me wait way too long.”, he whimpered while shaking his hips, making you snicker and sit down again, just to hear his blissful groan when you grabbed and spread his ass once more.

“I know, I know. So impatient, but don’t worry. We can continue….right away.”

Squeezing out the lube, Kei was instantly shivering and twitching again, before another moan left his glistening lips when you pushed two fingers inside effortlessly, spreading his hole, though his small “Wait.” startled you a bit.

However, Hawks was simply rising and changing positions so he was kneeling beside you now, flashing that teasing smirk as he whispered, “You better hurry and prepare me.”, before he pulled down your pants, your big cock bouncing back and almost making him drool just from seeing it.

“Don’t worry, Baby, I will.”, though your own heavy groan as he didn’t wait to swallow your cock made his heart jump.

Moaning around your thick dick, your free hand was buried inside his hair, which only spurred him on, hence he started moving skillfully, taking as much as he could into his little mouth while your digits were back to ramming into his tiny hole, another soon following to spread him properly, the squelching sounds of the lube and his sloppy sounds from sucking you off made his pretty dick twitch and ooze even more precum.

“Hmmh mhhh!”, suppressed, blissful moans were escaping his throat, just to pull back and tease your cockhead with his tongue, drooling on it for greater slip before sucking on your tip while listening to your own delightful moans that got him even more riled up. Meanwhile his hand was busy softly squeezing and massaging your balls.

“Ahnh?!”, a surprised cry escaped his throat when you hit against that sweet spot, your breathlessly groaned “Found it.” only making him whimper and teasingly pinch your thigh in embarrassment.

“Are you ready, Pretty Boy?”, were the words that excited him the most, and so, Kei released your cock with a loud pop and raised his head, his shimmering, teary gold eyes telling you everything you needed to know.

“I thought you’d never ask, Baby.”, he smirked crookedly, hence you leaned forward to capture his lips, making him whine when you pushed your tongue into his mouth, a hot fight for dominance igniting immediately.

Clawing at your t-shirt, Kei’s knees felt like pudding and yet, the more you kissed him, the more vigorously your tongue moved and intertwined with his, the more he sank against you defeatedly, completely wrapped around your little finger as he groaned into your mouth wantonly while you were still stirring up his insides with your digits and making sure to spread him open properly.

Only after a few mind-blowing kisses, you finally pulled back, making him gasp and smile deliriously, before he instantly came back to reality when he was suddenly empty and twitching. “Y/n…”, he barely whined with a cute pout on his lips.

“Hmhmh, what? Isn’t this what you wanted, Kei? I thought you wanted to be stuffed full with my cock? Please, take it away, my love.”, and the grin you flashed him was seriously dangerous for his heart.

Gulping lightly, he nodded a bit, just to grab the lube to drizzle a bit onto your cock as well. Kei was glad you were holding his hips once he hovered above your lap, his back and little stumps pressed into your chest as he slowly slid down and guided your cockhead into his tiny hole.

“Hnnfff!”, throwing his head back against your shoulder, he instantly hissed in pleasure when you spread him easily, your own growls and groan making his heart swell knowing you felt as good as him. Thanks to the lube, he could easily push his hips down inch after inch until your cock was snugly buried inside and Hawks was comfortably sitting in your lap.

“Hmm fuck, so nice and warm. Hah, I missed having your tight ass around me, Baby.”, you dreamily sighed and kissed the nape of his neck, making him whimper and shiver while kicking the last bit of pants that were hanging around his knees off and onto the floor, thus sitting fully naked in your lap.

The feeling of having your cock stuffed inside his little hole, being spread so deliciously much and knowing you enjoyed yourself too, was sending him already on cloud nine. For a few moments, you stayed like that, your lips simply nipping and kissing on his neck and Kei just leaning back and relishing the minutes of having your dick inside.

Your hand was soon sneaking around his waist and lazily playing with his pretty dick, your lover barely whimpering and breathlessly moaning as he spread his legs more to give you more room to softly stroke him.

“I…I need to write my report…”, he whispered eventually.

“I know … You are just so cute and pretty, it’s hard not to touch you, Kei.”, the purr against his skin sent a chill up his spine, while he was also laughing a bit, cheeks a soft rosy color because your words made his heart jump.

However, after a few more seconds of savoring the moment, you then grabbed the blanket that was always resting on your backrest of the sofa, to softly place it on top of him so he wasn’t cold being that exposed, especially since you knew how easily cold he was.

Takami then also reached for a pillow and his laptop, a small hiss escaping his lips when his cock rubbed up against the cushion and blanket when he put it into his own lap, but nothing more.

Blinking a few times to get rid of the blurry vision, he then reached out his shaking hands and started typing again, while your own arms were lazily resting around his hips and your lips softly kissing his ear and neck, making him sigh and lean into the touch more.

It literally only took a few moments and Keigo was already extremely comfortable with this current situation, the ever so light twitching of your cock inside his wet hole reminded him every time that he was stuffed full, yet, it made it easier for him to write, snuggled up against your big body, warming your cock and simply feeling you pressed against his back.

The delicious feeling of your soft lips against his skin and your hands massaging his outer thighs was sheer bliss. Enough touches to not distract him while keeping him on cloud nine and not letting him drift away.

And the softest groans and little moans that escaped your lips whenever he would tighten around your dick, made the little feathery stumps puff up every now and again, loving the way you sounded and enjoyed yourself, being fully into this situation as much as he was.

Even though his head should have been empty, his fingers were moving quickly on the keyboard, words spilling onto the document. For some reason, warming your cock while working made him work more efficiently. Hawks felt full and warm and loved, maybe that’s why he could concentrate more on his job.

Your little kisses and bites should have distracted him, but they only made Kei relax more against you while the only sounds were occasional little groans and the typing on the keyboard, otherwise it was quiet. However, when you moved a little to adjust yourself, or just to tease him, he couldn’t suppress his little blissful grunt as your thick cock was moving in his little hole, making him shiver and gulp in order to stay concentrated.

“You are so warm and wet, Baby…”, you purred and his concentration was basically out of the window as he whined your name quietly. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to hold back. God, you feel just… so amazing. The way your tight little hole squeezes my cock, fuck.”

Inevitably Takami was tightening the moment you said that, his walls pulsating with lust and massaging your big dick with every little twitch, making him once more hyper aware that he was stuffed full.

“J-Just a little longer. I’m done soon.”, Kei said after he had tilted his head and pulled you in for a quick kiss.

Turning to his laptop and snuggling more into your lap to feel every inch of you again, he went back to typing his report while your hands were softly caressing his sides and your lips gently peppering kisses onto his neck.

If it wasn’t for you being impatient, Kei probably could have sat there for the next hours without moving much, the feeling of your cock buried inside and making him feel so full was amazing. Even if he would try to imitate that feeling by using a butt plug, it could never compare to your actual cock; the light twitching, the pulsating, every little thing a plug couldn’t give him, you could, making this situation so amazingly intense and hot and why he wanted to draw it out as much as possible.

Hawks’ heart was thumping wildly in his chest when he realized he was approaching the end of his report faster than he wanted. Being able to work so efficiently by warming your cock was so lewd, he would die if anyone would ever find out about it.

Relishing the last minutes of feeling your warm dick buried inside his ass, he typed the ending of his report and then closed the laptop and put it onto the desk in front of the sofa, your lips immediately kissing along his ear and the deep purr escaping your throat made him shiver.

“Y/n…”

“Pretty boy is done, hm?”

Kei only nodded, only to have you throw away the pillow from his lap and rip away the blanket to expose his twitching, leaking cock and the mess he had left on the sofa.

“Look at you… you really love having my cock inside, hm? I bet you want to sit on my dick all day long if you could, hm, pretty boy?”, you chuckled and reached down; teasing him by softly stroking the tip only, just to hear him whimper and buck his hips.

“I… I would love that.”, he answered so honestly while leaning back against your strong chest, ass tightening around your cock when you started moving your hand a little faster.

“Hmmm having your warm, wet ass around me all day… Fuck, that would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Snugly buried inside your cute little hole.”, your words excited him, his pretty dick already so red and hot and leaking so incredibly much.

Merely warming your cock wasn’t enough anymore, he wanted to feel you – properly. Thrusting his hips lightly, Kei moaned and begged, “Please, Y/n… Ahnh Baby, fuck me!” And his wish was your command.

Letting go of him, you instead grabbed him underneath his knees and pulled his legs up, before you leaned back onto the sofa and started pulling out, Takami immediately moaning when the feeling of being stuffed to the brim was gone, only to cry out once you rammed your thick cock back inside, almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

“Y/n!”, throwing his head back against your shoulders with a loud moan, he was merely clawing at your arms while you fucked him silly. Due to warming your cock for the last 30 or so minutes, Hawks was so sensitive and sexually loaded that the penetration against his sweet spot made him see little blinking lights.

“I-I’m gonna…”, he barely choked out under crying, his own dick and balls bouncing vigorously due to your hard thrusts, knowing how to ram into him to make him babble merely incoherent stuff. Even though he warned you, you didn’t stop, didn’t let him catch his breath, instead your movements got rougher and more uncontrollable, which only made Kei cry even more.

To think he was so incredibly sensitive that he could cum in mere minutes after warming your cock was embarrassing, and yet, he didn’t care. Because as your own deep groans left your lips, he knew you were as close as him, knew that when his little ass was warming your cock it was a sweet torture for you that pushed you both closer to the edge together.

After a few minutes of him crying and whimpering, Hawks could feel how close you were, your movements became more erratic and sloppy and with how close he was himself, it only took a few more of your uncontrolled thrusts against his prostate to make him arch his back and desperately moan and cry out your name as he emptied his cock all over himself, spurts of seed hitting his tummy and up to his chest while his dick was moving and bouncing.

Listening to your own groans and loud moans of his name made his heart almost explode, before he could already vividly feel your own cock twitching and pulsating in his ass, feeling your cum filling him up as you were shaking and falling back onto the sofa completely.

Moaning and groaning in unison, you held on to him, while Kei held on to you, both of you letting your hips ride out that orgasm fully.

“Stay…”, Takami barely croaked as he put his pushed his hips down completely onto your lap to keep the cum stuffed in his ass, making you laugh a little.

“Don’t worry…we can stay like this for as long as you want.”, you panted and whispered in his ear and he just sighed blissfully while snuggling against your chest while you let go of his legs to rest them on the sofa again, so you could sling your arms around his small body to hold him close.

“Ahan”, laughing and moaning kind of at the same time once you reached out your hand to touch his oversensitive, still leaking cock, but he didn’t stop you from softly stroking his tip and squeezing out every last bit of cum, instead, he was just gasping for breath and laying there as you touched him lazily.

Turning his head, he puckered his lips a bit, immediately getting the attention he wanted as you leaned down to kiss him, this time, your tongues entwining and playing softly while your hand was caressing him, all while he still felt your big cock inside his little ass, this time even more full than before thanks to your huge load.

“Thank you, Handsome.”, he then mumbled against your lips, your questioning “Hm?” only making him chuckle and whisper, “For helping me write my report. I appreciate it.” and the grin that appeared on your lips was enough to make him bite his own a bit.

“No problem, Pretty Boy. Always at your service. And now come here.”, and with that, you had pulled him back to capture his lips, Hawks merely sighing in bliss and relishing the moments of successfully having written the report and being connected with you.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: did i mention how much i adore this birb boy? pull his hair, spank him and make him drool and he will still beg for more, hawks is such a pretty little bird man and hungry for y/n’s cock 24/7😌 also, i had fun w the title lol

#salemswriting.#hawks x male reader #takami keigo #hawks #takami keigo x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom hawks

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Talk the Talk, Walk the Walk

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dirty Talk

Summary: Atsumu proves that he knows exactly how to make you feel good

A/N: This is for the Bully Girls Club’s Summer Euphoria Collab. Masterlist to come~ Can’t wait to see how everyone in the server spices up my summer!

Your eyes appreciatively rake over sinewy muscles and tousled blonde hair as the setter in front of you easily tosses the ball on the beach volleyball court in plain view from the towel you’re situated on. But you scoff, blatantly rolling your eyes and making a point to look away when he senses your gaze and cockily smirks, sending a wink your way.

He’s eye candy for sure, but the arrogance leaves much to be desired.

But unlike you, Atsumu has always been attracted to a little bit of spice and his eyes light up in amusement when you sneer at him, already making note of where you’re seated so he can fast track towards you once this set is done.

The sun feels good on your face and you happily close your eyes, soaking in the rays...until you can’t anymore. You open your eyes, scowling as you look to see what or who’s interrupting your moment, only to be briefly shocked by a familiar face that’s irritatingly only more attractive close-up.

“I’m Miya Atsumu. Thought you might want to know the name of the person you were eyeing like a piece of meat.”

You don’t even get to retort before he’s plopping down beside you, far too comfortable, far too close, far too warm...Quickly shaking your head clear of traitorous thoughts, you finally find words again, indifferently dismissing him with a cool shrug of your shoulders.

“You’re nice to look at, but I’m not interested in boys who only care about making themselves feel good.”

You’re expecting the irritated flash at your snarky enunciation of that mocking word and now you’re just waiting for him to either leave or snarl at you with predictable alpha male howlings of exactly how good he’d make you feel.

But what you aren’t expecting is the way his body relaxes from its brief annoyed tension and the way he looks at you with half-lidded eyes and a playful grin.

“Tell me what makes you feel good then.”

You hate how easily your face heats up at the drawl in his voice, the way you fumble for words under his inquisitive stare. But the flicker of triumph you see in his eyes has you squaring up, too stubborn to back down from a challenge.

You meet him face to face, staring into his eyes as you lean in so closely that the tip of your noses gently brush, your breaths fanning against each other.

“It would be pretty boring if I had to spell it out for you, don’t you think, At-su-mu? Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

It’s your turn to gloat at the way his eyes widen when you plant a coquettish kiss on his lips, quickly parting and standing up before he can return it, shaking the sand off yourself and your belongings as you begin to pack up. But you giggle when he scrambles to his feet, shouting out a goodbye to the group he came with before matching your strides, grabbing your tote bag from you much to your pleasant surprise.

“Such a gentleman.”

“Can’t let you tire yourself out before I even do anything, can I?”

Atsumu’s tone is lighthearted, but there’s a hunger in his eyes that makes you shudder in anticipation and you sink into his touch as he wraps an arm around your waist. Calloused fingertips lazily circle your bare skin as he slips his digits under the hem of your shirt and you’re lulled by the soothing touch, only to gasp when his hand suddenly slips down, firmly squeezing one ass cheek in the palm of his hands.

“Rise and shine, babe. We’re here.”

And sure enough, you’re staring at an unassuming door, just one of many in the love hotel the two of you have impulsively chosen.

It had been all fun and games until this point, just harmless teasing and flirting, but as the handle turns and you step into the room, bed first and foremost in your vision, reality sinks in and you can feel your bravado shaking.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

Surprised, you spin your head in the man’s direction, caught off-guard by the consideration in his voice, racing heart calming a bit at the sincerity you see in his eyes. And suddenly it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore when you see the way Atsumu sheepishly rubs the back of his head, waiting for you to decide what happens next.

You’re quick to grab his hand, new found courage giving you the boost you need to pull him onto the plush surface with you, squealing when the two of you land in a tangled heap, Atsumu’s toned torso pinning yours to the bed.

There’s a sense of security, of rightness in the way his body molds to yours, and you eagerly wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in as he surges down to press his lips against yours, tongues immediately slipping past their pillowy boundaries to taste and tangle. You whimper as he continues his exploration, his conquest of you, leaving a wet trail in his wake as his tongue and mouth taste every expanse of your bare skin.

Clothes are shed and your nails dig into shoulders as he decorates your neck, collarbones, and the valley of your breasts, teeth sinking in deeper than they should at times. Yet you don’t care, not when the pain melds so deliciously with the pleasure, and you shamelessly rub and writhe against him as lips suck pert nipples, tongue flicking back and forth across the sensitive tips.

“Feeling good yet? Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat and dripping down here.”

You can’t refute his words, not when you’re too busy whimpering, head thrown back, mouth open in an obscene o-shape as two fingers push your slick folds apart, sinking knuckles deep inside of you with minimal resistance.

All you know is euphoria, heat, the lewd sound of Atsumu’s fingers thrusting in and out of you rapidly, curling just right in a way that has you feeling every drag of his digits against your drenched walls. And then you’re falling apart when a thumb circles and rolls your clit, body trying to convulse but unable to, trapped the way it is under the athlete’s frame.

“Too much. Too much!”

You whimper and weakly grasp at Atsumu’s forearm with trembling hands, body twitching and spasming as overstimulation begins to wrack through you. But he doesn’t stop, cruelly only increasing his pace, a sadistic grin slicing his handsome features as you scream and sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head and drool trickling from the corner of your lips.

“But I proved that I can make you feel good. Don’t you think you owe me?”

An animalistic sound is torn from you as Atsumu swiftly replaces his fingers with his cock, stretching you far wider, sinking in much deeper than his fingers had, assaulting your already oversensitized cunt.

You don’t know how long you can take this, how much more you can take. Even breathing seems borderline impossible and you’re grasping and clawing at anything within reach, bedsheets, skin, leaving long red lines on sunkissed muscles.

Atsumu hisses, the pain of your nails slicing flesh only encouraging him to piston his hips even faster, even more viciously. And he watches as closely as he can between pleasured groans as your tight walls clamp around him, watching as you shatter to pieces underneath him, not even a hint of the mouthy brat he had met earlier left in you.

Pride and arousal lance through him at the fact that he’s the one who’s so completely ruined you, who’ll continue fucking you into a mindless mess all night. It’s so tempting to tease you more, to really draw this out despite how his own balls are tight and aching for release, to test the limit of his own physical boundaries, see just how long he can methodically rut in and out of you, watch you pass out split apart on his cock.

But he has all night long to take you apart over and over again and he gives in to the roar of his blood, the need to mark you inside and out, relentlessly sinking in and out of you, pace beginning to stutter, tempo becoming erratic. And finally he’s joining you over the edge, thick white spurts splattering your insides and adding to the mess between your legs.

There’s only the sounds of his pants and your soft sigh of relief and contentment as you finally get to rest, body sinking into the sweat soaked sheets underneath you, listless and tingling with the echoes of mind-numbing pleasure. But despite your utter exhaustion, your lips still quirk upwards in a lazy grin as Atsumu leans down, gently pressing his lips against yours in an affectionate kiss before collapsing to the side of you and curling against your prone figure.

“Get some rest while you can. The night’s still young and I fully intend on getting the most use out of the room I paid for.”

You snort, hand haphazardly swatting in Atsumu’s general direction, eyelids already drooping and submitting to the bone deep tiredness enveloping you, not needing to stay open when you can clearly imagine the shit-eating grin spread across the man’s face right now. But despite the internal roll of your eyes, you melt into the soothing warmth alongside your body, already looking forward to the next few rounds you’ll spend with the man beside you.

#haikyuu smut #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Who knew brooms could be so useful

Bored soo here we go :D I dont even known if people read this, buuut idc ima post anyway - Have fun besties

Warnings: 18+, um James‘ broom? *nervous smile*

Part two

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„Sirius, Marlene and I want to practice, wanna come?“

„Why should I, s‘not like you pay me any attention when I do...“

„Well, you could sit there and look pretty?“

„Sod off Potter, I‘m not your cheerleader.“

„Oh c‘mon love, you don‘t wanna see your sexy lover boy all sweaty and glistening in the sun?“

„Merlin, James you are a pain...Alright go ahead, I‘ll join you in a bit.“

James cheered and pressed a quick kiss on your shoulder, before he pushed away from his position behind the couch and ran to the quidditch pitch. You sigh and pack your bag to go join the fool. James is a pain, but he is your pain and really hot so you don‘t mind admiring the way his strong thighs wrap around his broom, or the way he stetches his arms above his head and his shirt rides up to show his toned stomach. And James simply adores the idea of his girlfriend seeing him play, it gets him so exited and giddy, you can‘t help but give in.

„You need a medal for keeping up with the boy“, Remus said as he took your place on the couch. „I do, don‘t I,“ you reply, laughing softly and shake your head fondly.

„You don‘t wanna come? I‘m sure you wouldn‘t mind watching as well...“

„Wipe that smug grin off your face Mrs. Potter or I will scratch it off.“

„Calm your claws kitty, I‘m merely jesting. But you sure?“

„Yes, I‘m sure, I don‘t fancy Sirius, okay?“

„Who said anything about Sirius?“

Remus glared at you and you just grinned back, obviously enjoying his embarrassment.

„C‘mon Remus, it‘ll be fun. Come oooon.“

„Promise to tell me if I stare too hard? Or accidentally drool?“, Remus asked, his lips twitching upwards. „Yes you silly boy, I‘ll smack you out of it. Now c‘mon lets go, they are waiting“, you said, tugging him up by his arm and the both of you followed after James.

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You and Remus had been sitting outside, watching the others practice for nearly two hours now, cheering them on and placing bets, on who is flying the fastest.

„Alright, enough, I need a break from you“, Marlene puffed out flying towards you and Remus to snatch a water bottle.

„Fuck you, Marlene just cuz‘ you can‘t cope with all this swag.“ Sirius.

You looked at Remus sharply, „Did you teach him the word swag, Kitty?“

„Merlin no, I couldn‘t live with the embarrassment of him saying that in my presence. He probably got it from Lils.“

„What‘s so bad about me saying that?“, Sirius scoffed, offended. „You act as if I‘m a posh boy, who doesn‘t know how to be rowdy.“

Silence.

„Sorry mate, but you are the poshest of em‘ all.“

„Fuck off, James. You are aren‘t exactly punk either. Don‘t act like you still don‘t hold up your pinky when you drink tea.“

„That was one time, Padfoot, let it go!“

„Guys, shut up. Sirius, Remus has been complaining about his appetite for the last forty minutes, for the love of quidditch go and eat with him“, you said pleadingly, throwing a suggestive smile towards Remus when you heard him take in a sharp breath.

„Fine, c‘mon Moons, I‘m starving.“ Remus threw you a look that said ‚I don‘t known if I should kiss you or kill you‘, making you grin at him and send him a quick kiss.

„They still haven‘t figured it out, have they darling?“

„Nope, m‘still working on it. Both of em‘ are thick in the head.“

„Alright, get up I wanna show you something“, James said smiling eagerly and tugged you up so you could sit on his broom, your back pressed to his sweaty chest.

„Nothing dangerous I hope...“, you mused, turning your head over your shoulder to give him a long, filthy kiss on his lips. He immediately kissed you back, hands around your waist tugging you backwards and moaned a little into your parted mouth.

„Fuck, what was that for?“

„You really have no idea just how much I enjoy seeing you play, do you. Fuck James, seeing you like that, so commanding and sweaty and passionate makes me so hot. That‘s why I never want to watch, you make me sound like a needy slut.“

„Fuck darling, I had no idea. Merlin, I need you..“, he stuttered out, panting hard when your ass grazed over his cock, both of you still on the broom.

James took off on his broom, his hold on you tightening and flew to a secluded place by the lake, away from the prying eyes at Hogwarts. He landed on the ground, your knees on the grass still sitting on the broom and his hand curled around the roots of your hair, tugging your head to rest on his shoulder and kissed you deeply. His other hand ran down your body to rest on your breast, pinching your nipples softly and making its way to your stomach. He caresses your thighs, hand moving towards your aching pussy and slowly moved his hand under your skirt to gently play with your cothed pussy. You let your mouth fall open and gasped quietly, head turning to suck on the salty skin of his neck and grinded down on his hand, hoping to get some friction on your swollen clit. You could hear him breathe heavily in your ear, his cock straining against his joggers.

„James, baby, stop teasing I need to cum, please..“

„Get yourself off on my broom and I‘ll let you have my cock, pretty girl. Can you do that f‘me?“

You stopped moving and turned your head to look at him. He stopped moving his hand as well, pretty eyes staring into yours, almost innocently, and cocked his head to the side. „Well, can you?“

Fuck, yes. Yes you could. You wanted to.

„Yes, James.“ He smiled at your eager tone and murmured a quiet, „Go ahead“, before ripping apart your panties and hiking up your skirt to watch you closely. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them against your pussy lips as you slowly began to grind down onto the broom underneath you, your pace slow and hesitant.

„Come on, darling, where is your enthusiasm from before? I thought I had you all hot and bothered, hmm.“

When you still didn‘t move faster he tugged your head back to look in your eyes.

„Don‘t test my patience, we both know that you are a needy slut, stop acting all shy now. You want my cock, you work for it.“

You whimpered at that, hips suddenly grinding down harded on his fingers and broom, the thought of him not fucking you with his cock making you ache.

„Atta girl, there we go. Jus‘ like that, fuck you‘re so hot. You like fucking my broom? Hm? Like humping it like the greedy slut you are? My greedy slut, ah“, his voice cut off with a moan. His cock rubbed against your ass and hearing him moan so closely in your ear made you go harded, grinding your clit on his broom, focused on being good for him.

„James, m‘gonna cum, ah ah James“

„Good girl, cum for me. Cum for me, cum all over my broom, yes“

You came hard, hips stuttering, pussy clenching around nothing. You leaned back against him, legs trembling and he kissed you, hands rubbing gently at your bare legs.

„Fuck, love you‘re so hot, I need you so bad. Please let me have you, please“, James whined.

„Fuck me Jamie, m‘yours. Take me, get yourself off.“

He picked you up by your underarms, flipping you to lay on your back, tugging down his joggers. His brows are furrowed, lips bitten raw, shiny and red as he rubbed the head of his cock against your leaking slit, before slowly sliding in. His forehead came to rest on yours as he looked deep in your eyes and kissed you again, rocking his hips and finally fucking you hard. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his hard cock and went faster, fucking you brutally against the ground hands intertwining with yours as he placed them beside your head.

„I can‘t get enough of you darling, fuck, you make me feel so good. Mmm, so perf- ah so perfect f‘me“

He couldn‘t talk without moaning, seeing you get off on his broom got him so hot he couldn‘t stop fucking you. Rutting deep inside your pussy with his hard cock and grinding his hips against your clit, clearly wanting to get you off again. One orgasm is never enough with your James.

„James, please I‘m gonna cum ah“

„Fuck baby, cum. Cum with me“

Both of you came hard, hands gripping each others tightly, feeling each others hot breath on your mouths and continued to ride out your orgasm together. He fell forward, resting his weight on your body and you wrapped your arms around his quivering form. James was always sensitive after sex and needed a little cuddling before he could get up. See thats what you do to me love, he would say, beaming at you.

But for now you were content to just stroke your boyfriends hair and bask in the afterglow of sex. Who knew brooms could be so useful?

#harry potter smut #james potter #smut #james potter smut #hp marauders #marauders smut #marauders era x reader #james potter x you

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carelessannie · 3 years

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I’d love to read starker + tiny!innocent!peter with their first time 🥺🥺🥺 a/b/o would be great too

Okay okay okay something about this really screamed crossover to me so... here’s a Starker + Tangled crossover (you can guess who is who) with omegaverse and really dirty smut

Damn, I hope you like it anon! Really just took the smut and amplified it 👀👀

Warnings: omegaverse, sex pollen, fuck or die trope and dub-con, forced heat/rut, virgin peter, and I’m just gonna add coming untouched so I can put it on my bingo card because hot damn

Here’s my bingo card, the square coming untouched for @starkerfestivals

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Tony traces a finger up Peter’s leg, smirking when he jerks away with a huff. He loves working the pretty pink Omega into a fit— he’s so easily flustered, god— and watching his face heat up and scent turn sweet in embarrassment.

“C’mon, crazy— show me how you do the healing thing again."

Peter glares at him, crossing his arms, “Why? Why do you need to know, bandit?"

“Ooo, bandit, I like that,” Tony sprawls out on the ground, peering up at Peter through the tall blades of grass. Peter’s moving his hands, quick little motions that Tony is absolutely entranced by, and he realizes the pretty Omega is weaving a flower crown. Damn, that’s adorable. When Peter doesn’t answer him, Tony turns onto his stomach and crawls closer, “Aww— don’t be like that, pipsqueak. You don’t have to show me anything."

Peter’s face scrunches up, his fingers stilling in their movement.

“Fine."

Tony sits up taller, “Fine?"

“I’ll show you how I do it. Come here,” Peter waves him over and points to the spot right in front of where he’s sitting. They both cross their legs and shuffle until their knees are pressed together, Tony marveling again at how small and sweet the Omega in front of him is.

“Give me your hands,” he commands, and Tony obeys, curious already. It’s truly unexpected when Peter grabs his wrists, guiding Tony’s fingers to tangle in his curls. “Hold on, okay?” Peter confirms, waiting until Tony nods.

Peter releases his hands and pushes his chest slightly, backing him flush against the boulder he’s resting on. Tony’s breathing picks up, speechless as Peter straddles his lap, sliding down until their chests are flush together. Through it all, Tony cradles Peter’s head reverently, jaw dropped in awe.

With one last shuffle, Peter leans forward and rests their foreheads together. He breathes deep, placing his delicate hands on Tony’s cheeks, and starts singing— low and sweet under his breath. When his eyes open again, there’s a golden rim around his iris, and his scent is heady, strong and deep with desire.

“Omega,” Tony gasps, tugging on Peter’s curls until his head tips back, exposing the long, pale column of his unblemished throat.

“Please,” Peter begs, lips falling open in a cry of pleasure, shaking the foundation of the forest around them, “touch me, Alpha— please."

Tony flips them and pins Peter to the ground, easily slotting between his legs and fitting his teeth around Peter’s neck, growling low and possessive. Peter’s scent is thick around them, and all Tony feels is insatiable heat, low in his gut.

What the hell?

With a snap, he pulls off Peter’s neck and looks down at the tiny Omega, using a thumb on his chin to force eye contact. Peter’s eyes are hazy, still ringed gold, and his lips spread in a saccharine smile.

“What’s wrong, Alpha?” he purrs, wiggling in Tony’s hold.

“What did you do?"

Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What do you mean?"

“I mean,” Tony gestures down, to where their obvious erections press together insistently, “I know we were having some magical moments— and I know you think I’m a scoundrel— but I’m usually not this horny at the drop of a hat. What was in that healing spell, Pete?"

“I’m not... I’m not sure,” he stutters, looking up at Tony fearfully, “It usually heals and does the... the... aging thing. It’s never... I’ve never..."

Tony understands, oh god does he understand. With the most restraint he’s ever show, Tony picks himself off the needy Omega, making sure their skin and bodies aren’t touching. Peter whines, but Tony ignores it, has to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, Petey, I really am— but there’s not way I’m stealing your virtue like this. As much as I’d love to, you deserve better than a romp in the mud, especially with an Alpha like me."

Peter sits up and reaches towards him, “No! What? I need you, please Alpha—"

“I can’t do that, Peter, please,” he begs backing away further. “I’m going to take care of... this,” he motions awkwardly to the obvious tent in his pants, “over there. And I suggest you do the same. We can talk in the morning."

The last thing Tony sees as he hurries away is the broken expression on the sweet Omega’s face, and his delicate hands tearing at layers of clothes.

Tony sighs, thankful to be out of temptation’s way, as he pulls out his cock hastily.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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Tony can’t come. It’s been an hour and his cock is purple, drooling and throbbing, with no knot and no release in sight. Every stroke is painful— not to mention the agony of hearing Peter cry just across the clearing.

He’s strong, but he’s not that strong.

The scent of Omega heat reaches him where he kneels in the dirt, and he’s up and moving without a second thought. When Peter sees him— strutting across the forest and over to the cave where Peter has tried to den himself— the Omega sobs, holding out his arms in a silent invitation.

Tony kneels next to him, scenting for hurt and distress on his Omega. He knows it’s his fault Peter is so needy, so drippy and sad, and helps him by petting his hair, shushing him softly. Their skin presses together, and Tony can feel the heat fever already.

“M’sorry ‘mega,” he growls, feeling his rutting fangs extend in preparation. Peter’s eyes are closed and he claws at Tony’s back, singing a chorus of, “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” that is making Tony salivate.

He turns Peter around, moving the remains of his shirt and pants to give the Omega some cushioning to rest on as he arches his ass into the air, and leans down to taste. Slick is pouring out of his Omega, ripe and untouched in his arms. He latches his mouth to Peter’s sweet lips and sucks, using both hands to hold his hips in place as he coaxes more and more of Peter onto to his tongue, into his mouth.

Peter is panting and pleading with him for “more, Alpha,” but Tony knows the sweet, virginal Omega has no idea what he’s asking for. He watches Peter’s face for discomfort as he pushes in a finger, groaning as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. Peter drops his chest to the earth and cries out, pushing back into Tony’s hand.

“More, more, more Alpha!” he shouts, tiny cock twitching adorably as his pussy desperately clutches around Tony’s finger, almost as if it’s trying to draw him in further.

With a growl, Tony shoves another finger inside, working Peter’s body with one hand and using his other to stroke himself, coating his cock in wet, Omega slick. He knows the tingling in the back of his head, the rush of aggression and hormones means he’s hitting a rut as well, but none of it matters— not with the world’s prettiest Omega writhing under him and calling him Alpha.

His fingers pull out and bring an obscene amount of slick with them, that Tony immediately uses on his cock, pumping it desperately as he sidles up behind Peter. He crouches behind the Omega, putting his hands on Peter’s waist as the tip of his cock slides in between glistening lips, bumping up against his entrance.

Peter jerks, panting, as he looks up at Tony, “Wh... what is that, Alpha?"

“My cock, ‘mega. M’gonna fill you up, make the hurt go away,” Tony can barely get the words out before he’s sinking in, breathing hard as the Omega’s velvety slick passage is stretched wide around his cock. And he’s tight— oh, fuck, he’s tight. Tony’s never fucked a virgin, never even had an Omega in heat, and he can’t stop the way his hips immediately start to thrust, pistoning in and out of Peter’s trembling body.

“Perfect, fuck Peter— so perfect for me."

Peter whines and clenches down, “So full, Alpha! Please, need more."

That’s all the permission Tony needs to pick up his pace, slamming their hips together brutally as he fucks the Omega into the forest floor. His tony body fits perfectly into Tony’s hands, and Peter keens so beautifully when the Alpha changes angles, driving down mercilessly into his sweet spot.

Peter screams, “That! Right there!” and Tony snarls, giving the needy Omega exactly what he’s asking for. He reaches around, groping at Peter’s slight waist and chest, until he can take two handfuls of soft breast— barely a handful, but still soft and alluring— and pinch down on those pretty nipples, hard.

His Omega shakes apart, wailing, “Alpha, Alpha, oh, oh— I’m gonna, oh!” before painting the ground with his release, milking Tony’s cock as he fucks him through his orgasm relentlessly. The pressure is fucking heaven, and Tony’s thrusts shorten, turning into a shallow grind, as he feels his knot expanding.

Peter’s breathing picks up, little mewling sounds escaping as Tony fucks him with his knot, working past the Omega’s oversensitive entrance with a few filthy circles of his hips.

“S’it bigger? Why’sit bigger?” Peter whines, wiggling in discomfort.

Tony shushes him, falling to his knees as the knot finally slips in with a pop, releasing load after load of Alpha cum deep into his belly. “F-fuck, Pete. Just... oh, baby just breathe, okay?” he tries soothing Peter as the smaller boy starts to whimper— loose and boneless on the ground.

It’s difficult, but Tony manages to get them situated on their sides, pulling over a bedroll to keep his perfect Omega off the dirt and earth. He wraps Peter up in his arms. He buries his nose in Peter’s curl, damp with sweat, and breathes deep.

“T-tony?” Peter turns back to look at him, precious tears clinging to his eyelashes, “What happened... to your... your...” he squeezes down on Tony’s knot purposefully, and then blushes, hiding is face in embarrassment.

This Omega is too much, Tony thinks as he groans— another wave of pleasure rolling through him, pumping more and more cum into the sweet, pure boy in his arms. “God, Pete— you’re gonna kill me. It’s... it’s my knot, sweetheart. Keeps us locked for a bit,” at Peter’s sad whine, Tony hums and pets his side soothingly, “but— with your heat, I bet I can make you come on it again."

“C-come on it?” Peter whispers, sounding overwhelmed and terrified, and Tony recoils a bit when his sugary-sweet scent turns bitter, distressed.

Oh god, “No, no baby, just rest, okay? I’ll take care of you. I promised, remember?"

Peter’s body relaxes and curls back into Tony’s arms, sighing gently, “I do. Thank you, Alpha. And then... and then we can go see the lights?"

Tony chuckles, already reaching a hand around to work Peter’s sweet little Omega cock back to hardness.

Oh, they’ll be seeing the lights alright.

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a-kaash-me-outside · 3 years

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elaborate more on sub atsumu😞 that peg fic got me obsessed help sksk 🥸

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oh god yes thank you for this ASK because i would love to go more in-depth about sub atsumu as depicted in my pegging post bc i have so many //thots// i hope u enjoy this bc mmmmm i did

// nsfw (minors dni !!), f!reader, bottom!atsumu, brat taming, toys, restraints, crying, power dynamics, atsumu’s tits sorry

no because he is literally such a bratty little bratty bottom bratty bitch brat

did I mention he’s a brat

as i mentioned before, he is totally okay with whatever you throw his way. when you first mentioned tying him up, you were expecting him to be weird about it or apprehensive in any regard, but he was so cool about it

now, you've gotten so used to using restraints and they're just really helpful because you know you're not strong enough to combat the physical bratty tendencies of tsumu, and also they just look so good against his skin, like they were meant to be there

and after you both got comfortable with using them, he was so open to whatever else you wanted to use, like you've definitely used a ball gag on him before to shut him up and it was weird not hearing his whiny bitching as you teased him, but he did look so cute drooling and trying to protest

but more than a gag, it is so satisfying, so fucking gratifying to pull his pretty mouth all the way onto your strap, his lips stretched around the girth, tears pricking at his eyes, hands bound behind his back so he honest to god had no control at all

you just thrusted into his mouth, abused his throat how fucking long you were, and when you pulled all the way out he would either scowl at you and say something, lick his lips and open up wider, or, on the very rare occasion, thank you

will cum all over himself, thrusting into his fist and spilling over his own hand, cumming untouched against his stomach, shooting his sticky load so fucking far when you jerk him off that it gets on his face

he absolutely loves when you touch his body when he cums, caressing his tits and thumbing over his nipples and clawing into his thighs and running your fingers down his biceps like fuck

is the most grateful bitch ever when he finally cums, sobbing your name, calling you baby over and over thanking you so fucking loudly as he releases that you almost forget how much of a brat he was earlier

and fuck he’s so Fuckinnggntntn GORGEOUS when he cums it’s unfair

you push his hair out of his face and hold onto his face and his eyes roll back in his head and he can’t stop himself from humping whatever he can come into contact with or the air if there’s nothing there

and his load is so big and he’s so messy and he loves how much you praise him when he cums because honestly it’s the only time he gets praised bc the rest of the time he’s a little fucking bitch

but when he looks that good and is that fucking thankful when he’s cumming, you can’t help the praises that come out of your mouth, telling him he’s such a good boy for you making such a mess all over himself, so pretty and sticky and big

yes he’s so fucking perfect when he cums but this is more so about how much of a bratty bitch bottom he is and so mmm

there’s this one night where he’s absolutely horrible, he’s worst he’s ever been, he refuses to listen to anything you say, and everything you do to combat his brattiness is met with a smirk or a laugh

"yer fucking delusional. the only reason ya think yer in charge is because i cant move, cant, cant actually oppose anything ya do"

"you've got a nasty mouth there, miya," you retort with squinted eyes, lowering down to his level to see if this fight in him is genuine or just for show. you're expecting to see a sort of calmness having taken over upon calling him by anything other than a catered nickname. you expect it to ground him in any regard, but it feels like it just fuels him even further.

"how's this fake power trip ya've got goin' on here?" he spits, leaning forward against his restraints, "i swear to god, if ya took me out of these restraints, ya wouldn't have an ounce of control over anythin'"

it's written all over his face, this need, this expectancy for you to fight back, and you want to. you want to laugh at him and tell him that he was just taking your cock so nicely or jeer at the fact that he's much better used than heard, but this is so different than his typical outlashes. if you sent a condescending quip back at him, it would only make his attitude that much worse.

he's so strong in his convictions, in these power-hungry thoughts, that when you actually start removing the restraints, you can feel the momentary hesitance. he's still for only a beat, not knowing what to do with the situation now that he has all of the free range that he was whining about earlier. and then he moves, realizes that he can test you even more now, and pushes the restraints to the side.

"'m not gonna fuckin grovel to you for anything. ya need me more than i need you, fulfillin' yer little authoritarian daydream, try somethin' now that ya don't have me-"

"you have a choice, atsumu," you cut him off, crawling onto the middle of the bed, lying flat on your back and uncapping the lube. "you either come ride this cock like i know you've wanted to do all fucking night."

you pour the lube onto the head of your strap, using your fingers to spread the slickness down to the base, fucking up into your hand so slowly that you don't need to see the look on atsumu's face to know his mouth is wide open.

"or you can lay on the floor and jerk off to the thought of it. either way i'm pretty happy."

there are a few moments where you actually let your mind wander to the possibility of atsumu not swallowing his stubborn pride and doing what he really fucking wants to do. he's not walking over to you, not yet at least. he's just staring, a wounded expression on his face and internal conflict so intense within his eyes that you can see it despite his averted gaze.

when he does finally walk to you, it’s like he's walking towards imminent death, slow and defeated, and you've never felt better. there's a smile growing on your face that you're sure will never disappear and now feels like the perfect time for a condescending comment.

"what restraint or rope brought you here, pretty? right to me."

he doesn't respond with something coherent, only grumbles as he causes the bed to sink at your side. you don't force him to come up with a witty response, figure that he's been through enough tonight considering his vast change in mood. plus, you don't need him to say it aloud, nor does he need to say it aloud, for both of you to know deep inside what's true.

miya atsumu isn't just a bratty bitch bottom, he's your bratty bitch bottom. no amount of restraints or external causals would change that.

he's gentle when he throws his leg over top of you, resting it carefully beside your hip, whimpering when he feels the wet length slide against the underside of his cock.

"right, one more thing, actually, before you can fuck yourself,” you murmur, looking up at him with big eyes, rubbing your slicked strap beneath his thick thighs. you lean in closer, voice low to cause the preceding shivers across his skin.

"grovel, tsumu."

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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wetter | reader x minho

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: smut, angst, pwp

Tags: harddom!minho, sub!reader, fuckboi!minho, fratboy!minho, waitstaff!reader, hookup au, degredation, penetration (r), oral and facefucking (m receiving), several mentions of gagging bc of deepthroating, fingering (r), semi-public sex (bathroom), quickie, cumshot (face), several allusions to infidelity

Word count: 2.5k

Requested: “hard dom!minho... with degradation...pls...” & “my thoughts are filled with hard dom!minho with degredation 🤤” (original ask)

There’s something intoxicating about hooking up with a person when the only thing that you know about them is the heat from their lips.

Some would argue that this makes them less of a “person” but more of a fantasy. If you had know their name, it would’ve made other strings twist in the mix. If you had known their name, maybe you would have been inclined to look them up maybe, or even worse, fall asleep with their name running over and over in your mind.

It was best when they tasted like sin and like the daydreams that you had never uttered.

He wasn’t like the other men that you would lead into the spotless bathroom of the country club which practically shone from the hard work of janitors who were paid less than the meals served at the god-forsaken place. As a part of the wait staff, your pay was dismal, but at least you could get a good fuck out of it once and a while.

Then men that would frequent the country club and golf course were always the kind that had starving hands and dicks that would twitch under their belts from the slightest brush of your hand. They were the kind of men who had wives, mistresses, and even handsome young men who could be at their beck and call. You liked to think that you were unlike those who they secretly craved. If anything, you were their daydreams.

This man seemed to be no different--at least in looks.

He sat with his legs spread where he socialized with his young friends on the veranda. The small group ate their salmon on bagels and caviar along with expensive cocktails that you barely knew the names of. A couple of them already had girls on their laps, and they fed them cherries which stained their plush (and likely fake) lips.

This man sat alone with his cardigan and perfectly pressed pants and loafers that appeared to have never been worn before. He had barely touched his food, but rather seemed to satiate his appetite from the teasing and dumb laughter of his friends. Judging off of his chunky and extravagant watch, there must’ve been no way that he had paid for the thing himself. Daddy or Mommy’s money made him appear as if he was some heir or prince. He even smelled like one too.

The male patrons would often follow the way that your hips moved when you walked to and from their table, or how your hands would rest on the crystal glass tables as you took their orders. You knew they must have been imagining what your fingers would’ve looked around their cocks.

He even gave you the same look.

You had guessed that he must’ve been college age or some kind of graduate. His friends wore Greek letters, so you assumed that he must have been one of the “brothers.” A long time ago, someone had told you to be especially careful of his breed of boy.

“Care to accompany me away from this crowd?” He had whispered into your ear, tickling it, when you had reached across to grab the plates.

The other boys had decided to go to the pool or the gym--not that it mattered--and his hand crept behind your waist as soon as he had excused himself from the rest of the group.

“I’ve got to call my mom real quick. If she wasn’t such a nag all the time...”

He held your hand as if he had known you, but it was likely not to rouse suspicion.

“Nice to meet you.” He sneers, looking back and passing the crowds of women in their feathered hats and other golfers in their finest designer polos and slacks.

You nod, noting that his hand feels strong and domineering in your own, and you can’t even begin to wonder where he might be taking you. If you were lucky, they would take you to their rooms and lay you down on the California King Sized Mattress, then you wouldn’t have to bend uncomfortably. However, this wouldn’t always be the case. Most of them favored coat closets, bathrooms and powder rooms.

You kept your head down as he pulled you further down hallways, praying that none of your coworkers would take notice. Some of them already had, however it wasn’t like any of them cared...not when they would often indulge in the same vice. Unhappy marriages were where most of you found some brief moments of happiness.

The young man snickered finding his hiding place and promptly lead you along with him into the towel closet which had been unlocked by the pool boys. The door was painted white and louvered with slits for airflow. It was then when you knew this would have to be one of the times when you would have to bite your tongue back.

He closed the door as quietly as he could, then turned to shove you back against it, and smear his heavy breaths over your mouth where he slicked his tongue against yours immediately. As he did so, his heated fingertips set to shrugging off your apron and hastily throwing it aside. You returned by sinking your fingers under his leather belt and jingling the metal around. If he was to see you bare, you wanted to see him too--something told you that he had something to show under his designer cardigan and this cotton shirt which must’ve cost a similar fortune.

His abs were toned as you had expected, and they rippled under your fingertips. The young man popped the button to your pants, and you reciprocated doing the same. Just like the others, it barely took anything for him to get hard. His length swelled against your stomach and he grinded it into you too just so you could feel his eagerness.

“You were practically asking to get fucked? Weren’t you? You whore.”

The young man smiled out his poisonous words, but they felt as luxurious as they usually did when you had heard them grace your ears. He kissed you once again with a mixture of teeth and tongue that ran your lips raw while you pulled down his pants to his ankles and tugged at the elastic to his briefs.

“Fuck, you really do want it that bad don’t you baby?”

His hands palmed at your own quivering sex which had slicked with your own arousal from his greedy advances. His hand pushed at the confines of our underwear and pants where he started to rub incessantly, then ate up your shuddering moans which floated from your lips to his.

All at once, he removed his hand and left your knees to buckle from the sudden lack of contact. With a deathly glare, he brought his fingers to your gasping mouth.

“Wetter.” He demanded before dipping them onto your tongue. You lathered them with your salvia where he twisted them around your muscle with the taste of bitter sweat and your own cum.

Once he saw fit, he drew his soaked fingers back down to your waistband and resumed teasing at your sensitive skin.

“You’d like to taste my cock wouldn’t you? Are you hungry enough for it, kitten?”

You nodded, trying to hide your whimpering from his touch.

“Get on your fucking knees then.”

He nearly shoved your shoulders to the ground, but you didn’t need him to prompt you. You pulled down his briefs on your way down his body, springing free his hardened member that was wrapped in thick veins. You firstly jerked at his hooded shaft beading with his cum, and you kissed at his tip roughly too for good measure.

“Did I say to tease me? Take me in your throat, you slut.” He slapped at your cheek, then aligned his dick with your lips. “What? Scared that it’s too much for you?”

“No.” You answered while testing him from below. “I can take it.”

“Show me.”

You did so--even though his considerable length burned and stretched out your throat at first. You knew that sometimes they liked it when they saw you cry, so you let the tears well at their own will. You hummed against his dick while he pushed at your gag reflex. With your right hand, you took his shaft back to twist at it while your head bobbed. Your steady pace kept your gags at bay, but every so often he would jerk his hips a little with a grunt, and you would nearly loose your composure.

“Is that as deep as you can take it? Fuck...here I was thinking that you would feel different...”

The young man laced both of his hands to the sides of your face: the exact place to give a cue into his intentions.

“Let me know if you need me to stop.” He growled.

He fucked your face deeper and deeper, gradually working up to a pace that felt comfortable while you puffed up your cheeks. Gag after gag he teased, and the strings of your drool slicked and bubbled on his cock while dripping down your neck too.

“Your pretty, tight, little throat feels so fucking good on my cock. Is that how you like it you cockslut?”

Hot tears dripped down your cheeks while you nodded the best you could in response, and your feet startled to tingle where they had fallen asleep where you knelt.

“Oh fuck yes.”

All that you could do to steady yourself was claw at his lower back, then moan helplessly against his length which stretched you out so well, it was impossible that it had felt this good before.

The young man pulled out after leaving your lips raw, pausing to pant like a wild animal while still firmly holding your head. You gasped, open mouthed, and sucked in air greedily while your spit strung from your lips to his cock.

“Stand up.” He commanded, and pulled you to your shaking feet. “Ready to get fucked sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.” You said, lightheaded, wiping the drool from your mouth onto your uniform sleeve.

The young man smirked out before turning you face first into the door. “Good. Don’t make a fucking sound doll. That is, unless you want to get caught? To have someone see you fucked out like this?”

“N-no...”

“Lets feel then how tight this hole of yours is.”

He let out a devilish sounding chuckle while bringing his hips to yours and coaxing his cock into your leaking entrance. He was just as thick in your hole as he had felt in your throat, and you squeaked out feeling the challenge. With your face pressed against the wooden door with ventilation slits, you could see the feet of those walking past, barely even knowing what had been occurring on the other side. Light from the hallway peeped in and striped over your whole body which the man ravished.

“Spread your legs farther...that’s it...just like that.”

The stranger thrust slowly at first, like he could just barely give you a taste of his full length; like you barely deserved it too.

“Fells good, doesn’t it? Such an obedient little fucktoy for me, aren’t you? I bet you were dreaming of this happening weren’t you? ...Looking at me the way that you were...”

“P-please...” You begged for him to quicken, but that wasn’t even your place.

“Do you fuck everyone like how you fuck me? I should have guessed that you would put out for anyone with those coy glances. I’m no idiot.”

“H-harder...fuck me harder...”

“Harder?” The rich young man scoffed, “I get to decide when I go harder.”

The man rolled his hips, and the patting of skin filled the darkened room. He gasped out while finding his rhythm, then reached around his fingers to tease at your lips once more.

“Wetter.” He chanted.

You did as you were told, he and rewarded you with the harsher grinding of his hips. Once his digits were properly wetted again, he brought them back to your throbbing sex, and rubbed at it with the same ferocity that he snapped.

“Cum all over my fingers you whore, cum like you fucking want it.”

His words were dizzying, and you gently rocked yourself over his hand and focused everything you could to drawing out your orgasm which was nearly there.

“That's right. Fuck my fingers kitten.”

The stranger too began to shake and you could sense that he had started to let go as well. The door rattled where he had you pressed against it, but he didn’t appear to care in the slightest.

“Oh god,” You peeped as quietly as you could, and felt your orgasm begging wildly.

He stopped for a couple moments to tap lightly into your arousal nearly on the edge, then laughed wickedly at the way that your whole body shook in response. All the while, his hips maintained their quick drags.

“Cum for me.” He demanded once more, and you obliged, finally erupting over his fingers with the cream of your cum lathers over your thighs and wrapping around his digits.

The words came out airy and broken, “S-shit....s-shit...”

He had become unchained, then turned his whole attention to the way that his fingers dug into your hips and how he could graze you so deep inside, it was like nothing you had known of before. He then grabbed at your ass with the bite of his fingernails while he pumped with hitched breaths.

“Back to your knees.” The command was sudden, but soon you found your shaking legs right back on the ground.

The stranger jerked himself fervently with eyes screwed shut and his own soft moans trailing from his pink lips and wetted tongue.

“Look at me.” He whispered. With one more flick of his wrist, he sent himself spewing his white and warm cum all over your face; ruining every feature. You closed your eyes to protect them but permitted your tongue to him freely where he jerked out the last of his milkly liquid directly onto your taste buds. His cum had painted your cheeks, and dripped from your jaw. At last you swallowed down the most you could with the bitter aftertaste that you had loved so much.

“Well, that’s certainly a sight.” The man reveled at his work.

You gasped out for him and grabbed a nearby towel to wipe the rest away, although he appeared somewhat disappointed by this. He too took a towel to wipe off his length and sweating forehead. After, he was silent picking up his clothes, and jingling his belt once more back over his waist. It often ended like this: the few words spoken in the moments before they left.

“Thanks for that babe.” He grinned. “Name’s Lee Minho. ‘Hope I’ll be seeing you around again.”

~🌹~

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gallickingun · 3 years

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Hi I saw that thirsts were open and ✨oh boy✨ I would let Tsukishima Kei degrade me to hell with no remorse ✌🏻

tw: degradation; “sir”; dacryphilia; after-care because i am weak and need to be told im pretty; also a little bit of praise but not necessarily praise kink lol;

ps, reminder that ~drabble~ requests are OPEN! this includes sfw/nsfw for bnha, haikyuu, dragon ball, avatar, or jujutsu kaisen!

Your chin wobbles and your eyes look like glass, your fragility projected in your sweet little irises. Tsukishima smirks, tugging his lower lip into his mouth by his canine tooth, “What are you crying for? I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.”

The plush of your ass is red, throbbing with welts and begging for mercy. You grit your teeth and try to keep your muscles from flexing too much, the pain rippling through you with each small movement. You dig your head into the pillow so you don’t have to look over your shoulder at his condescending tawny gaze, almost like he is glowering down at you for having the audacity to take up the same space, even though you two have shared this apartment for nearly a year.

“I should give you something to cry about,” he licks his lips and digs the heel of his palm into the small crevice between your shoulder blades, shoving your chest down into the mattress.

To accent his words, he grips your hip with the hand not preoccupied with pinning you to the sheets, blunt nails dug harshly into your skin until he’s left evidence of his presence behind. A sob rips from your lungs, but is muffled by the down of the pillow you stifle yourself with. Tsukishima huffs out a snicker and resumes his relentless pace, each slap of his hips against your ass reminding you of how harsh his hands were mere moments prior.

“K-Kei,” you garble his name, drool seeping from the curve of your lips as you whine, trying to move your hips to no avail, his iron grip on your waist unwavering. Another smack is slashed across your backside and you still your body, squinting out tears, soaking the pillow beneath you.

You feel the uncharacteristically soft plush of his lips press to your shoulder, and your body relaxes under the administration of the affections. It is but a quick reprieve before his harsh, calloused palms and biting words make their return.

A cry parts your lips when Tsukishima’s middle finger presses against the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your hips, ruthless in his ministrations. You warn him through driveled words that you’re going to make a mess on him, that you’re going to unravel if he continues to touch you like this. You’re not sure if you’re speaking coherently, but it’s all the talk you can afford at a moment like this.

“Filthy little whore,” Tsukishima huffs against your throat, nipping at your ear each time his body ruts up into you. The quick, salacious drag of his cock against your innermost parts is a mixture of pleasure and painstaking ache. He snickers when you wriggle your hips, begging quietly for more than he’s giving you, “Such an eager little bitch. God, you’re so desperate. Aren’t you?”

Your hands scramble behind your back to try and seek out his wrist, his forearm, or his knee. Something, anything, to anchor you before you float away. A weak little, “please, Kei,” trembles from your lips and he sighs like you’re the biggest inconvenience known to man. Even still, a palm reaches forward and presses into the mattress, close enough that you can angle your wrist to wrap your delicate fingers around his pulse point, counting each thud of his veins to bring yourself back to earth.

“So needy,” his tone holds no malice this time, although you suspect he didn’t originally mean for it to come out so tenderly. Tsukishima clears his throat and pistons forward into you to try to get you to forget any benign slip of the tongue he might have made. A high-pitched whine makes your throat ache and he rolls his eyes, a motion you catch with the way your chin is tucked against your shoulder, “What, your fingers can’t make you feel like this? You can’t figure this out on your own? How pathetic.”

You know if you come now, he’ll punish you for it later, since he hasn’t given you permission to fall apart on his cock just yet. His moan is guttural to the point that it sounds like he’s growling when you clamp down on him, your walls begging for reprieve.

He does not grant you the solace you are so desperately searching for, instead peeling his touch from your clit to pinch at your nipple, the sharp lightning strike to your sensitive bud making you keen. Your head slams back into his collarbone and you whimper at the pain of bone on bone, but Tsukishima is as steady and resilient as they come. His voice is low and gravelly in your ear, patronizing to the perfect degree, “I swear to God if you come before I tell you to, you won’t know what pleasure is for weeks. Do you understand?”

Your body is worn out, overstimulation making your cunt flex and your thighs quiver under the strain of holding yourself up for so long. You gulp and sniffle and you cannot react or respond to him, your mouth unable to catch up to your mind.

“I expect an answer,” his tone is clipped and a fresh bout of tears well up in your eyes, but the way he speaks does little to quell the slick between your thighs. Each slap of his hand and his words only washes a new wave of arousal between the walls of your cunt, translucent white dripping down his cock and staining the bed until the sheets are damp.

“Y-Yes,” you manage, nodding so hard your whole body shakes.

The world ceases to spin but your mind cannot stop, so you’re stuck somewhere between upright and dizzy.

Tsukishima’s mouth is close to your ear, the bow of his lips dragging along your lobe, “I hope I misheard you, or did you really not address me properly? Are you looking for a punishment, brat?”

Before you can answer, Tsukishima’s palm strikes your ass several times, until you’re foaming at the mouth with an apology, “Yes sir, yes sir! I promise I-I understand, I-I’m sorry!” And you’re not sure how many times you beg for his mercy, for his forgiveness, but you do so until you’re unable to speak. Between the way his cock spears your cunt, tapping against your spine with each thrust, and the sweet yet poisonous words that fall from his maw, you can’t hold yourself back any longer.

And so you beg.

You beg and you beg and you beg for him to either stop his torturous actions or let you feel the ecstasy of release. Your hands claw at him until you leave trails of red on his pale skin, your tears soak the pillow until you cannot make out a dry spot of fabric, and your knees knock mercilessly into his hips to try and still his movements. What you cannot see through the bleariness of your tears and subservient haze is the glint in his irises, honey bleeding down his spine until he feels the sickeningly sweet taste of it in his gut. As if by some form of osmosis he can taste the thick of your cream as you drip down his balls, and he can’t stop himself when he sneers, “Making a mess on these sheets, sweetheart, what a filthy little thing you are.”

“Please,” your voice is so small, so fragile, and Tsukishima feels that familiar twinge in his gut when you fixate your pouting gaze on him. He grits his teeth and turns you so you’re on your back, ankle hooked by his shoulder, only this position does little to help you stave off the impending doom of your orgasm.

“Gonna listen to me, yeah?” his words are rushed and you know that means he is near the end of his patience and his resolve. Tsukishima grunts and his eyes screw shut, hips pausing so he is buried to the hilt, “When I tell you to come, you better come.”

Your teeth clang together with the ferocity in which you nod to tell him you’re listening, and that you will obey. Tsukishima’s cock pulses within your walls, and the reaction makes you cant your hips forward and your eyes roll back just enough that he feels feral at the sight.

“C’mon then,” Tsukishima near-growls in your ear, pressing his chest against yours as his body begs for the closeness this near to pleasure. His hips bruise your supple skin and your fingernails find the flesh of his shoulders to make your own mark, both of you branding the other in the heated moments of ecstasy. He nips your jaw and noses your cheek, voice dropping an octave and you feel the molten magma churn in your belly, “Make a mess on my cock.”

As if that final phrase, one of permission and wanton lust, sets your body free.

A sobbing whine sits pretty on your tongue, eyes screwed shut as you clutch him with whatever parts of yourself you can find within you to move closer. His torso leans back, eyes raking appreciatively over your shaking frame before settling on the conjunction of your body and his. Amber irises narrow as he watches his dick slide between your folds, dripping with your combined arousal, and his whole body shudders.

His name rakes from the back of your throat and it burns but you can’t focus on anything other than the gushing of your insides, aborted thrusts bringing your hips closer as you grip his biceps with unabashed intensity. Your cunt feels warm and you chock it up to your own orgasm, but then you feel Tsukishima’s cock softening slightly, the head of his pulling away from your cervix as he works himself through his own high.

“K-Kei,” your wobbling voice forces his eyelids to open, warm irises seeking out the sight of you.

“You did good,” his mouth finds yours and a soft kiss is volleyed between the two of you, “Proud of you.”

Your eyes are still blown wide, pupils swallowing the color of your irises. Tsukishima nudges his nose against your jaw and kisses faintly down your jugular until he reaches your collarbone, a teasing lick administered to the prickled skin. Your hands go slack against his shoulders, kneading at the muscled plane until you feel your soul settle.

“Did good,” you echo, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I listened!”

Tsukishima laughs, only this time it is genuine and free of it’s usual sarcastic lilt. He massages your thighs and kisses your ankle before resting your legs back against the mattress, still caged between your knees. He nods, reaching up with one hand to brush his knuckle against your cheek, “Yeah, you did. And what happens to pretty girls who listen?”

His kisses trail between your breasts and down over the bulge of your belly until his mouth is hovered over your core, your words and his overlapping as you watch him in awe, his pink tongue slipping from between his lips to accentuate the end of his sentence and yours.

“They get rewarded.”

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heli0s-writes · 4 years

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A/N: Instead of attending to the rest of my WIPS, here’s 1.6k words of Bottom Bucky and Service Dom reader. Throatfucking. Erm. Cathartic crying.

Warnings: Bucky working out trauma. Please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

You teach him how to want things again.

His pieces from the past, the joys he used to have taken too soon— you tell him he can have it all back.

It started with food, predictably. No longer being tube-fed slurry, Bucky quickly embarked on discovering all the new flavors of the 21st century.

Chocolate alone was a month-long passion as he attempted to scrub out the standard issued combat rations haunting his tongue. Chalky cuts like cold pressed gravel— fuck that. The first time you broke off a square of unroasted, dark, sprinkled with Himalayan sea salt chocolate, Bucky’s head hit the back of the couch with a pathetic mewl and a million things rushed through his mind of all the ways he could keep feeling this good.

Sleep came next— something he thought he’d had enough of, but the difference between getting perma-frosted every decade and lying face down in whatever memory foam’s made out of is lifetimes apart.

Bubble baths. Streaming apps. Nice clothes.

Attention and affection. Kisses. Braids in his hair. Tickles for extra laughs. His ego’s in overdrive because he has half a thought about anything and you’re fulfilling it like his personal genie. You say he needs all the dopamine he can get and you’re gonna give it to him.

And you give it to him in spades.

Orgasms. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s spoiled rotten.

Morning sex, afternoon sex, sex before bed. Blindsided in hallways and under conference room tables. The compound pool’s been properly christened more than once, and if Tony ever found out just exactly how many of those precious luxury cars have seen the imprint of Bucky’s ass, he’d set them all on fire.

But, reconciliation comes for him eventually. Spend long enough feeling all good he figures it was about time he starts screwing it up. He turns greedy, he starts wanting for too much. His girl’s an insatiable little beast, but even beasts have limits.

Bucky went shy when he asked, stuttering about how it’s okay if you didn’t—if you weren’t—it’s kinda strange— but you’d put your hand over his and tilted his chin up.

“Bucky,” you said fondly, “Baby,” and then a sweet smile curled over your pretty pink lips like spun sugar, “I’d eat your ass like a five-course meal. I’ll let you fuck me on the moon. What is it, huh?”

He could’ve kissed your dirty mouth silly.

“I want you to use a toy—"

“We do all the time.”

“—on me.”

And that sweet candy pink smile turned red hot and wicked. No limit in sight.

You approach the bed like a fever dream and all the blood in Bucky’s body congregates south.

Nothing on but the 2-day-shipping-because-the-phone’s-a-genie-too leather harness sitting snugly on your hips and a grin. The heaviness between your thighs hangs like both an offering and a weapon.

He asked for it. He wanted it. Just—maybe, to start— can you be rough with him. Then, stuttering once more because he doesn’t know how to justify why. It doesn’t make any sense and it’s hard to say out loud that with all the things you let him have, that after nearly a century of being out of his own body, he… wants to give it away.

He’s messed up, baby. Sick down to his rotten core.

You only shushed him. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll rough you up real fucking good. No why’s necessary.

Fleshy weight brushes against your inner thigh, swinging idly from one side to the other. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, still dressed at the edge of the mattress, skin beginning to prickle, nerves taking a hard left into arousal. When your hand finds rough landing in his hair, he thinks he must be the luckiest bastard in the entire world.

Bucky drops on his knees like dead weight, nearly tearing off his clothes, feeling the upsurge of heat in his cheeks and chest. His eyelids are fluttering, your face going fuzzy but he can still see that look of adoration you reserve for him.

He’s pondering if that old saying is true—if there can be too much of a good thing, if he’s become spoiled sick, or if he could overdose on pleasure when you start thumbing the edge of his mouth.

“Pay attention,” you say with a glimmer in your eyes. “Open.”

He’s tingling when you put two fingers in, moving around his tongue, scissoring them against his inner cheek. They explore for a while, bolder each passing second. He can tell you’re getting excited too, your chest heaving gradually, watching him with curious intent.

“You like this?” You ask, lip between your teeth, and Bucky nods, leaning further in, spit following the path of your hand down to his neck. You palm the cock like it’s always belonged to your body and he’s mesmerized at how it rises from your grip, moving over his face to rest on his cheek.

“It’s big, baby.” You warn, full on now. You stroke the outline of his jaw with it, leaving a burning path in its wake. “You sure?”

He quietly likes that you ask—honey-toned and patient, needing to hear it, knowing that he needs to hear it from himself. All those things he’d been made to say with his body and not with his mind.

Now he gets it back, as you said. Gets a part of himself back, too.

“Yes—ah—yes.”

Bucky’s words are slurred into your hand, but he’s begging with his eyes. Yes. I want it. Please let me. Please make me. Please fix me.

You replace your fingers, sluicing up the cock with his spit. Then, you fuck his mouth slow, feeding it to him inch by inch before dragging it away. Bucky’s lips are quivering for more, jaw slack, panting hoarsely. He feels overcome at how you stand over him, mesmerized by him, too.

“Yeah, honey,” you croon, and Bucky’s heart swells with pride. “You’re doing so well, pretty boy.”

He’s licking blindly and sucking between ragged gasps when he attempts to say your name, knowing full well he’ll never get the whole word out before you wedge back into him. And god, it’s hot. It’s dirty and filthy and so fucking sweet.

You grasp the base of his skull, keeping his head still and laying into his mouth rhythmically. The cockhead hits Bucky’s throat, pushing into the soft palate, reaching further. His eyes are rolling, whimpers catching where the toy ends, caught in the breath of air in his mouth.

“Take it, baby,” you command, and Bucky gags. One hand scrambles for your thigh, other clawing his own, pressing red crescents into the flesh. It hurts. It hurts good like it never did before and Bucky chokes it down, eyes squeezed shut now, tears prickling from the ducts and collecting at the corners.

“Oh, you’re so good,” and his body just keeps lighting up. “You good boy. You perfect, perfect boy.” And he’s nodding desperately, needy, gut coiled tight like a spring.

“So fucking dirty,” you hiss, pulling hard on his hair, “Look at you— leaking all over yourself.”

He is. He’s a goddamn mess, sticky lines of precome down his shaft and collecting at his base.

“Drooling all over my cock like this. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Uhhngg— hnnng—” He moans weakly at the things you do to him and for him.

“That’s right, you are. Keep going, show me how much you want it.” Jesus, the way you make him feel— like he could be exactly who he is and never have to apologize for a goddamn thing. Broken and ruined but you’d still give him the whole fucking world.

The noises Bucky’s making are muffled and obscene as he fists himself, shuddering and pumping erratically. One more final drive from your hips and he’s bursting at the seams, shattering to pieces, coming with a strangled cry.

You don’t let up, taking his throat unrelentingly, watching him sob and fall apart. He’s going limp in your clutch, letting his eyes well up like pools, your smiling face so beautiful in the crystalline light.

If he’s sick, then you must be the fever he can’t sweat out. The fire burning through his bones until he’s nothing but smoldering bits of debris afterwards. Grains and soot of him floating in the steady flow of your faithful current.

When he’s made a perfect mess of himself, come-covered and quivering, you finally let him breathe again, pulling out wetly.

“There you go,” you say, kneeling to kiss his panting mouth, “Did that feel good?”

Your lips are a cool balm on his swollen ones and Bucky hums a response, body still thrumming. “Yeah,” he sighs, sensitive like a wound, raw and open and tender. “Real— good.”

You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair, letting him rest in your arms. You wipe away the tears on his cheeks and over his trembling eyelids.

Gentle words tumble from your lips. Promises of love and of good memories to replace the bad ones. More kisses. More affection. More reclamation.

All those little granules of fractured time, you collect in the soft surrender of his mouth. Wet and salty, they fall together there, and Bucky feels himself clicking into place. Perfect and whole and treasured like an iridescent pearl.

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steviespanties · 3 years

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Since Steve’s parents are out of town so often, he and Billy have a habit of hooking up at Steve’s place. Steve’s room is nice and all, but Billy has a thing for fucking Steve in his mom’s bed;; ((HI I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT AND YOUR STORIES THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH MASTERPIECES💖💖))

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH AND ALSO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS!!! (This sent me down an interior decorating rabbit hole trying to figure out what Steve’s mom’s bed- and then her own room might look like😅😂 Please imagine a layout similar to this, but with another window on the other side of the bed for more light. The ‘sofa’ and bed look a lot more like this, but the colors and style are more similar to this and this room.) 2.2k words, rated E. Steve POV, some manhandling, some frottage, some rimming and dirty talk. Anal sex. Ya know. My usual.

Steve’s parents have a big enough house (and are rich enough) that his mom has an entire bedroom for herself. She calls it her boudoir, because it’s where her walk-in closet is and where she keeps all her fancy makeup, lesser used jewelry and perfumes. There’s a massive four-poster bed with floor-length drapes matching the curtains, a chaise lounge, a vanity, all in creamy white and bathed in warm lamp light.

Before he gets together with Billy, Steve doesn’t even think about it’s existence. It’s just another empty room, after all. The most he sees of the house are the entrance, kitchen, living room and the walk upstairs to his bedroom with his own bathroom. Hell, sometimes it slips his mind that he technically lives in what counts in Hawkins as a mansion.

Billy, however, becomes obsessed with the ‘boudoir’ in particular.

The first time he's supposed to really stay over, not just crash in Steve’s room and fuck him into his bed at 3am, he steps through the front entrance, whistles after a survey of the hallway and goes “Aren’t you gonna show me around?”

“Yeah, sure. Just take a pair of house shoes from over there.” Steve gestures towards the shoe rack in question and Billy’s expression goes from amused to disbelieving.

“Seriously?”

Steve glares at him. “Yeah. Seriously. My parents put in new flooring over the summer and now everything has to look pristine for the two times a year they have visitors over.”

It's such an unnecessary, stupid rule to enforce all of a sudden when Steve has rarely worn shoes around the house anyways.

He’s barefoot when it’s warm outside and leaves his shoes by the front door to change into thick wool socks during the cold months. And somehow, his parents still have found a new way to make him feel like he’s walking on eggshells in his own home.

Still, he watches Billy sullenly take off his shoes with growing amusement that gradually lightens the bad mood Steve’s gotten into just thinking about it. He figures he can give Billy a quick tour of the house and then order pizza. Watch a movie, fuck in an actual bed instead of getting each other off in the cramped backseats of their cars.

What happens instead is that Billy spends a ridiculous amount of time dragging Steve through his own home. He looks into guest rooms. Shoves his nose into cabinets. Looks out of windows like he’s staking out the neighborhood. (Woods. The neighborhood is mostly woods.)

“What are you, a spy?” Steve jokingly asks when Billy lifts up a painting to peek behind, like he’s looking for a safe. Billy scoffs, all mock-offended. But Steve can see a hint of a blush form on his cheeks. Gotcha. It’s kinda sweet how curious he is about the place, even if his main complaint is that it “feels like a show house.” Steve doesn’t have the heart to point out that he’s not too far off.

It’s when they step into his mom’s room that a predatory glint enters Billy’s eyes. “Ohh, is this where Mama Harrington sleeps?”

“Yeah. Sometimes. She wanted a room to get ready ‘in peace’. I’m pretty sure she just wants to drink prosecco in peace.” He watches Billy’s fingers trail over the fabric of one of the creamy white curtains framing the window. They part and his rings glint in the sunlight he’s suddenly bathed in. When he turns back around his hair is lit up gold and frames his head like a halo. Steve licks his lips. The fun thing about dating Billy is that he not only matches Steve in terms of libido, but seems to have a sixth sense for the moment Steve’s thoughts get distracted by his gorgeous everything.

Or maybe Steve just isn’t very subtle.

That glint in Billy’s eyes turns into hungry laser focus. Sets him into motion until he’s all pressed against Steve, a hot line of unrelenting muscle pushing him closer to the bed until they tip over and onto the mattress. Half hidden by more curtains hanging from the canopy. Sunlight follows them.

White teeth flash in an easy grin, quick and sweet, and then Billy’s lips are on Steve’s. His body weight pushes Steve into the creamy white bed cover and the air out of his lungs in a huffed laugh. Underneath him the texture of the blanket- distinct raised ribbing- digs into his skin. Billy’s hands dig into his hair.

The slick heat of Billy’s mouth and his thigh shoved between Steve’s legs is intoxicating. Makes it impossible to form a coherent thought when his focus narrows down on Billy on top of him, curls just long enough to fall down and tickle Steve’s face. He makes the most delicious sound when Steve grabs his ass and pulls him closer, till their hips are lined up just right. Steve pulls. Billy pushes. Like a conversation in a language purely made of heat and pressure, hitching breaths and choked moans. Against his own growing erection, painfully trapped in his jeans, he can feel Billy fill out as well. The pleasure is maddening. Enough to make Steve feel a burst of wetness pulse from his dick into his underwear. Enough to make him roll his hips up, searching for a better angle.

“Billy,” he sighs, not sure what he wanted to say afterwards. Just enjoys saying his name.

“We’re wearing too many clothes,” Billy complains in response, like he picked up whatever thought Steve dropped in the minuscule space between them. They break out into a familiar flurry of limbs and discarded clothes. A condom packet and a small bottle of lube make it from Billy’s discarded jacket onto the comforter next to Steve’s head. He snorts.

“You sure you weren’t a boy scout at some point? Feels like you’re always prepared to get your dick wet.”

Billy rolls his eyes, fond smile belying his annoyance. “Shut up. Turn around.” His voice has taken on that deep, rough tone indicating how much he’s turned on. Steve leans back instead, takes his dick in hand. Enjoys the rough drag of his dry palm when he drags it up in a loose grip. Just enough to tease. Billy raptly follows the movement. “Maybe I will if you ask me nicely.”

Oh, he loves this game. Put up a token bit of protest when Billy gets bossy, until he gets impatient and starts dragging Steve around until he’s nothing but putty underneath his hands.

“Show me your pretty hole, babe. I won’t ask again.”

Steve’s dick pulses in his hand. He watches Billy with half-lidded eyes. The way his muscles shift, getting ready to move. Hungry and powerful, like a big wildcat.

In the next second, he’s on Steve. Makes him gasp out an involuntary yelp when he easily flips him and drags him up by his hips. Until he’s on his knees, face buried in the bed cover and hot breath suddenly ghosts over his hole. There’s barely enough time to reorient himself before the scratch of Billy’s mustache and the slick warmth of his tongue press into his crack.

“Ah, fuck yes.”

He’s never done this before Billy. Not with any of the girls he fucked or dated. Not with Tommy, who he’s traded sloppy, shameful handjobs and blowjobs with. He doesn’t think he can ever get enough of feeling Billy’s tongue on his rim, swirling around until he’s dripping with saliva. Pushing inside where he’s sensitive, pressure and stretch of his hole making him squirm and push his hips back immediately.

It’s almost embarrassing how greedy he is for Billy’s mouth on him. His lips wrapped around his dick. His tongue shoved deep into his hole, held in place by those warm hands on his asscheeks. Holding him open so Billy can get even deeper, making him moan and drool into the blanket beneath him. It’s like a pulse, curls into him till his dick pushes out another spurt of precome and he can feel himself twitch, heavy and aching between his legs.

A slicked up finger joins Billy’s tongue. Makes the stretch just a bit more intense, but still so, so good. Billy only comes up for air when he adds a second finger. Steve can feel him rest his cheek on his ass, probably watching the movement of his fingers up close. He seems to have a thing for the sight of Steve’s rim stretched, his hole filled up and glistening.

“Gonna make you a complete mess in your mom’s bed,” Billy huffs into his skin. “Gonna make you cry and cream yourself all over her sheets.” He thrusts deeper and stretches his fingers until they tug at Steve’s hole and he groans with the ache. “Better get going then,” he tries to taunt. It falls flat with all that desperation laced through his words. The thing is, provoking Billy only gets you so far. Steve can tease him into impatience, but once he’s fully grasped control, he revels in it. Basks in Steve’s frenzied, futile attempts at irritating him. Like he’s had his chance, but the game is already won.

Steve doesn’t mind losing that much anyways.

“Just you wait,” Billy says fondly.

All Steve can focus on for a while is that glorious, slick movement of Billy’s fingers. The way he pushes in and out of him, stretches his rim and his insides, rubs over that spot inside of him that makes him frantically claw at the textured bed cover underneath him. Just long enough to make him whine and push back, pulse around a third finger that stretches him even wider.

At some point, when he’s reduced to a sweat-slick line of tightly wound pleasure, he finds himself empty. Barely registers the sound of a ripped open condom wrapper. Warm, humid breath over his spine that wanders up up up until there’s lips and teeth on his shoulder and Billy’s cock slowly pushes inside.

There’s a growing spot of drool-wet fabric his face presses into that swallows some of his moans. When Billy moves, satisfied sighs and barely coherent praises tumbling from his lips, Steve grasps the bed cover tight.

Billy’s hips find a rolling, unrelenting rhythm. The drag of his cock is a drug Steve can’t get enough of. Dreams about, just as much as he dreams about the tight heat of Billy around his dick.

He wishes he could turn around and admire Billy’s flushed face. Hold him between his spread legs. Get lost in his eyes and dizzy from his freckles. But Billy’s weight on his back and his mouth sucking hickeys into the back of his neck isn’t bad either. He tries to hold himself up, tries to concentrate on carrying that weight on his back, but with each thrust inside it’s like his knees spread wider and his elbows sink down until he’s pressed flat onto the bed. And then his dick makes contact with the bed cover and gets pushed right into it right along Billy’s thrusts.

“Ah!” The moan is embarrassingly loud. Louder than any other noise he’s made so far. Of course, Billy picks up on it.

“You gonna be a good boy and blow your load all over your mommy’s sheets?”

“Shut- shut up, fuck.” Billy just laughs, voice shot to hell.

Even if Steve wanted to, he can’t escape that mouthwatering pleasure the additional drag of rough fabric against his dick provides. Because even if he wanted to try, he can’t pull away from Billy’s weight on top of him. His heavy, thick cock inside of him that holds him open and fills him up.

He comes with a sob. Pushes his face harder into wet fabric. Pushes his dick through his own mess. Pushes his hips back to meet Billy’s thrusts, even when it becomes just a bit too much.

Billy rests his entire weight on him when he comes with a deeply satisfied groan. Through their aftershocks, he buries his face in Steve’s hair and they rest in companionable silence.

It’s not the last time they end up fucking on that bed, no matter how many times Steve complains about the laundry with flushed cheeks.

...

Steve isn’t enough of an idiot to not understand that Billy likes to fuck him in his mom’s bed because he likes the conquest of a room that’s ‘forbidden’. He’s the same at parties, likes to sneak into rooms he’s not supposed to be in. Likes the thrill of doing something nasty with Steve in a place his mom will walk into and never even suspect what’s happened.

And Billy? Billy doesn’t want to admit it, especially not to Steve’s face, but... the way Steve’s hair looks against the creamy-white sheets in his mom’s bedroom? The soft yellow glow of light, the blush that spreads from his cheeks down to his neck, to his chest faster than it does anywhere else- it’s addictive.

The best part, the one they both like a little too much is what happens afterwards. When the raised ribbing of the bed cover has left indents on Steve’s face where it’s been pressed down. On his arms and knees. On his back, where only Billy can see and trace it for the rest of the night, reverent and sweet.

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