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[loveliest-venus]

bittersweet - straw hats crew x reader

includes: Straw Hats crew x f!reader warnings: major character death summary: In your last moments, your crewmates reflect on their time with you before saying goodbye. content: angst, slight fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic, no spoilers, 1.5k words.

Dying was never part of the plan.

Then again, none of this was ever part of the plan, from getting experimented on to meeting a rowdy pirate crew that called themselves the Straw Hats to end up joining them, thus starting what would be the biggest adventure of your whole life. Of course, you regretted it from time to time, it was a wonder how this wasn’t one of those times.

Well, maybe a little bit. You didn’t like seeing tears further dirtying Luffy’s face. It didn’t suit him, you weren’t used to seeing him with anything but a huge smile on his face, the smile that gave you hope despite everything. Your ears were still ringing but you thought you could vaguely hear Nami’s cries, or were they Chopper’s? It was hard to say, the poison had spread fast and you were certain that the blurriness in your vision wasn’t because of tears, as your eyes were dry and bloodshot, most likely from the toxins pumping through your veins, making each breath just a little more painful and… Was it just you or was Zoro screaming? You honestly couldn’t tell anymore. Your eyes closed as your body fell forward, stopping as Luffy’s arms wrapped around your torso to hold you up, making your chin rest on his shoulder.

“Hang on!” Your captain called your name hoarsely, snapping his head to the side, desperate yells piercing through the air as Chopper clumsily dashed over to where you were, slumped over Luffy’s shaking form. “Chopper!”

“D-Don’t worry, I will save her!” Chopper’s fur was wet, snot and salty water mixing as he cried, his voice cracking at the vowels of your name while his arms reached out to help stabilize you. It hurt your heart to see them so distraught and you hated that there was nothing you could do to comfort them.

“Chopper… Stop.” Both of them froze, Luffy’s body growing stiff against your clammy skin. “It’s okay… I’m not scared,” the words tasted bitter in your mouth, in contrast to the serene look on your worn-out features. Blood was trickling down your forehead, hanging on your eyelashes and joining the tiny trail spilling from the corners of your lips. “I’m happy to die… for my crew.” You meant it, your heart had never felt lighter.

“Oi! What the fuck are you going on about?! You can’t just–!” Zoro’s voice was unmistakable, rough like the numerous knives on your body. From the looks of it, your peaceful declaration hadn’t settled well with him. You wished you could meet his gaze one last time, blissfully unaware of the milky sheen on yours. It was then that Chopper realized, with a heartbroken sob, that it was truly too late. “Chopper, do something! Hurry up!”

“Moss-head…” Zoro’s earrings jingled when he turned to look at Sanji, ready to cuss him out until he saw the look on his face, somber and pleading. It dawned on him that the cook had already begrudgingly accepted that this was it. But the swordsman wasn’t known for admitting defeat that easily, if ever.

“Save it, you damn– ,” he was cut off when a pale, delicate hand landed on his broad shoulder, Robin’s lips set in a thin line, the only thing betraying her true feelings was the tight grip she had on him.

“Zoro.” Her eyes were fixated on your battered form, her brow furrowing at your labored breathing. “This isn’t the time. She’s too far gone.” It was Franky’s turn to lose composure, aggressively kicking away the remnants of what had once been a beautiful tree. Taking away the destroyed flora, the unconscious enemies around you and your own blood splattering the ground, this could’ve been called a scenic place to die.

“B-B-But Chopper can fix her up! He always can! R-Right, Chopper?! Tell Robin that she’s wrong!” Usopp’s arms were tightly wound around Nami, both of their eyes growing misty, holding each other up in a fruitless attempt to hold it together. At the archeologist’s soft murmur of your name, their hopes were shattered, Nami’s knees buckling under the weight of her grief, almost taking Usopp with her, forcing him to stand up straighter than before, for once staring at death right in the eye. If only it wasn’t your bloodied face staring back…

Brook remained silent, for once devoid of all joy. It was happening again, someone he held dear was being taken away from him all too soon, your life cut short at the capricious hands of fate. Jinbei had a similar expression on his face, choosing to honor your wishes as you clearly didn’t want to leave them without a proper goodbye.

“Why…?” Luffy, who hadn’t stopped crying, tried shaking you as if that would rip you out of your dazed state, your hair tickling his cheek as you didn’t have enough strength to lift your head up to look at him properly. “Why did you do it?!” He kept yelling your name, now crushing you against his scarred chest, refusing to let you go. “You can’t leave us!” A choked sob rocked his body, a shiver running down your spine at the sheer pain lacing his youthful voice.

Chopper was clinging to your leg, burying his face in your calf to hide his swollen eyes. “I’m sorry, I-I’m so sorry! Please…” The mink was talking to himself at this point, stuck between begging whatever deity was listening and apologizing to you for not getting to you in time, for not being smart enough to find a cure. Zoro’s grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, loathing the helplessness wrapping around their group viciously, refusing to look away from you, still being held up by the devil fruit user’s embrace. His heart was fighting tooth and nail to keep itself from breaking, minuscule cracks growing the heavier your eyes got. Unbeknownst to him, there was already a scar in the shape of you.

Sanji gritted his teeth, taking a few steps in your direction, blinking away the moisture building up in his lash line, he didn’t want to miss any detail in your face, knowing it was the last time he’d ever get to admire it. In his eyes, you were as beautiful as ever, not even death could take your beauty away from you. Nothing would convince him otherwise.

Their allies could only watch, growing restless as the silence continued, were you gone already? None of them were close enough to see your face clearly, your crewmates had formed a circle around you, protecting you from unwanted eyes. Each of them had different opinions on your rambunctious group, however, none of them could deny that you were fiercely loyal to each other and seeing such a tight-knit crew lose a member was disheartening, a few of them inching closer to their own. It was an unspoken agreement, to pay their respects to the person who had given it her all to win this battle, saving them from a similar fate.

“Because… you called me your friend.”

Your soft voice cut through their thoughts seamlessly, a few gasps escaping from Nami, Usopp and Chopper. Zoro’s eye widened, almost losing his grip when the meaning behind that phrase registered in his brain; whereas Sanji chose to let his feelings take over, slowly sinking to his knees. Brook hung his head, and if he had eyes, he would’ve closed them, not wanting to witness the inevitable. Franky, on the other hand, kept his steely gaze on you, his fists growing tighter with each droplet of your blood that had touched the ground, none of this made any sense to the cyborg whose robotic body shook with the strength of his pained weeping. Your sweet words were like a knife to Jinbei’s kind heart, all of his memories with you as part of the crew playing like a cinematic sequence in his mind, you were one of the first to approach him when he had finally accepted Luffy’s invite. Robin could only smile, finally allowing her tears to drip down her face, wishing she could hold you for one last time. Life without you was unfathomable to them at this point, could this truly be reality? Wasn’t there any way to rewind time to save you?

None of them could see Luffy’s face, his reaction to you admitting that you were willingly exchanging your life for theirs in the name of your friendship. But it wasn’t hard to guess, seeing as he’d pressed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent to soothe his racing heart, torn to pieces by you and his inability to help you. He knew from the moment that he saw you that you would become an important part of his crew, however, he never imagined that it would end like this. He wasn’t ready to continue his journey without you. How could he become the King of the Pirates if you weren’t by his side?

“You truly are the best crew I could’ve asked for. I’m thankful for you… From the bottom of my heart, thank you.” Your eyes were fully closed, the corners of your lips curling up ever so slightly in a loving smile. It was a breathtaking image that would be branded into their hearts forever, sealed with your very last words to them.

“I love you.”

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[eddiemadmunson]

Angel part 5

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 3, 800 

Warnings:  dirty talk, fingering, cheating, choking, sex (p in v)

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne  @aemondsdoll @schniiipsel  @okfashionista @zillahvathek @teranya @tempo-rary-fix @reneki  @moonmaiden1996 @padfooteyes​ @nina2697 @ryswritingrecord @iiamthehybrid​, @justsumtuffstuff​ @aemonds-wifey @blacpiink, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor​

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Y/N’s POV

It was a Friday night and Aemond just wanted to get few drinks with his teammates and have some fun, he definitely didn't expect to see HER there with his sister and the Velaryon twins. This wasn't the place she would usually visit. This was a sports bar, he assumed that Stark wanted to watch the rugby final on the big TV and his sister followed him, dragging Y/N along with them. 

She was like a plague, poisoning his mind and showing up wherever he went these days.

For Aemond it all started as a game. He was so pissed when he missed the fuck date with the super sexy girl because of his sister’s goody two shoes friend. It was the same sexy girl that was currently sitting on his lap, nibbling on his ear and irritating him to no end. He just wanted to give Y/N a lesson, toy with her feelings for a while and then toss her away. It was never his intension to fuck her, she was far away from his usual type of girls. He liked strong, confident women, usually much older than him, women that knew what they wanted in life and in sex and who didn't expect a lifetime romance from him. She was the exact opposite. She liked to back talk to him and play hard to get, but deep down she was insecure and feeling guilty about every time he touched her. She was shy and had a romantic visions on sex. 

He only wanted her to admit that she wants him and then dump her. And she did that, he had her spread on their kitchen table, moaning mess, begging him to let her cum. He totally humiliated her when he stopped right before her cum and told her to go to her boyfriend. That was supposed to be the end of this little mind games, he had better things to do than making little girl’s wet dreams coming true.

That was his intention...

He definitely didn't plan to let her invade his mind like this. He didn't plan to jerk off to the idea of her bouncing on his cock. The way how she was moaning his name that night and begging him to let her cum was living free in his head.

He loved how she quickly submitted herself to him, listening to his orders. His girls were usually equal to him in bedroom, he didn’t like submissive girls, they were too clingy and soft, but it was different with her, he wanted to dominate her, to ruin her, to own her.

He called her angel all the time, because she was the good, dutiful girl, never misbehaving, having the best grades at school, volunteering in charity and other shit, living boring uneventful life and he wanted to ruin her perfect image, to corrupt her, to change the little perfect angel into sinful devil.

The girl on his lap bit his ear playfully and he had enough.

Aemond was getting more and more angry at her and mainly at himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He hated to admit it to himself but he wanted her and he wanted her badly. He wanted to make her moan and beg se prettily like the last time, he wanted to fuck her so hard that she will be screaming his name loudly her voice becoming hoarse. He wanted her and he was Aemond Targaryen and he always got what he wanted.

“Go bothering Aegon,” he pushed the girl from his lap, annoyed by her already.

“Come here kitten, let’s make a deal. Here are some money, go and get drinks for us and I’ll let you sit on my lap all night long,” he gave her a dashing smile and she hesitantly nodded and walked to the bartender to order something for them.

“Poor girl, she doesn’t know that my brother is lusting for forbidden fruit,” Aegon chuckled.

“I am not,” Aemond growled, irritated. 

“Sure and that's the reason why is your eye burning holes into the side of Y/N’s head all night,” Aegon laughed.

“Too bad her boyfriend is there with her,” he kept provoking his younger brother.

“I don’t give a fuck, piss off, Aegon!” Aemond said stubbornly but he was fuming inside. That fucker Jason Lannister was sitting at the table next to her, his filthy hand wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her possessively close to him the whole time. He wanted to rip off his hand out of his body and beat him with it for touching her like this. He heard enough about him and about how he treats her to know that he is not good for her. She was so responsive to him, so touch starved… That idiot didn’t know how to take care of a girl like her, how to make her body sing for him. He could bet that she pretended to cum while having sex with him many times.

“Sure brother, you don’t give a fuck and that’s the reason why are you holding your beer bottle so tightly that you will break the glass soon,” Aegon snorted and grinned lazily at the girl who came back with his drink, he pulled her into his lap, laughing provocatively at Aemond who seemed like he is about to murder someone.

Y/N POV

You were chuckling at one of Cregan’s jokes, having a very good time with your friends and Jason. You were really surprised when he suggested that he wants to spend some time with you and your friends. He made it so hard for you to break up with him. You wanted to end your relationship, especially after what happened with Aemond. You hated cheating and Jason didn’t deserve this from you. But it seemed like if he knew you wanted to break up with him and kept distracting you and today he even proposed that you both should do something with your friends.

You didn’t want to do it now, because Aemond would think that you broke up with Jason because of him. And it was not true, you didn’t care about that asshole at all. You noticed him earlier, he was sitting on the other side of the room with some long legged bitch on his lap. He looked like if he owns this place, looking sexy as hell in his dark jeans and black shirt, the dark clothes making contrast with his pale skin and silver blonde hair. You quickly looked away and sat next to Jason, so he was somewhere behind you. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head the whole evening but you refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence. 

“After we finish hanging out with your friends we can go to my place, honey,” Jason purred into your ear and you hated yourself because you didn’t feel any kind of excitement when he told you this. You remembered how wet you were in seconds after Aemond talked dirty to you in their kitchen and you quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to think about that smug asshole tonight.

“Ehm, sure, Jason, that would be nice,” you smiled kindly at him. He leaned closer to you, kissing you in front of everyone. You felt your cheeks burning, you really wasn’t a fan of public display of affection. And Jason never did this before. Light peck on the cheek or his hand on the small of your back was the only affection he gave you in public. And today he had his hand wrapped around you, he was whispering into your ear and kissed you in front of your friends. Something was off…

You didn’t know that Jason noticed Aegon glancing your way from time to time and he became possessive and wanted to show to that blonde bastard that you were his and only his.

“We can have a very sexy evening, Y/N. I can’t wait to see what hot lingerie you are hiding under this cute dress,” he continued whispering into your ear and you were very confused. He never talked like this to you. This was the first time he tried something that could be considered a dirty talk with you. And once again, it didn’t excite you at all, the idea of having sex with him tonight wasn’t appealing to you. You slightly turned your head to the left and noticed Aemond staring right at you and you felt shivers running down your spine. One look at him get you more wet than Jason’s seductive speech in your ear.

“Can we go now, honey?” he asked and you frowned.

“We just got here couple minutes ago, it would be rude, wait at least after the game ends,” you whispered back and noticed Helaena’s worried look. Jason sighed, obviously getting bored very quickly and annoyed by your refusal to go with him immediately. You appreciated that he made effort to spend some time with your friends but he was obviously doing something he didn’t find comfortable.

“OK, sweetheart, as you wish,” he smiled at you but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned into you, placed his hand on your thigh and kissed you possessively and you gasped, there was definitely something wrong with him today, he barely kissed you like this behind the closed doors. You were so confused by all this that you didn’t notice the sound of a glass being broken. If you turned around you would find Aemond sitting at the same spot you saw him when you arrived, holding a broken piece of his beer glass in his hand, glaring at you two with murderous glint in his blue eye.

“I am sorry I need to go to the ladies room,” you excused yourself and quickly escaped Jason’s lips and hands.

“I will be right back,” you assured him, when you saw him frowning at you.

“Should I go with you, Y/N?” Helaena asked you, looking at you worriedly.

“No, I am fine, I just need to refresh myself a little,” you smiled at her and quickly walked towards the bathroom area. 

You walked inside the small room, breathing heavily and looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? You are sitting next to your boyfriend and you keep thinking about the man who treated you like a trash and humiliated you in more than one occasion, there was definitely something wrong with you. But it only made you realize that you really have to end things with Jason. He didn’t deserve to waste his time with someone who doesn’t love him anymore. You just had to find the perfect opportunity and time to tell him this. You sighed and bend over the sink to pour some cold water on your face to calm yourself down. You heard the door open and close, ignoring it, thinking that it’s just some other girl who needs to use the bathroom. But then you heard the door being locked. The goose bumps rose on your skin and you knew it’s him before he opened his stupid mouth.

“Hiding here from someone, angel? Maybe from your annoying boyfriend?” Aemond asked you and quickly turned around, facing him. He was stunningly beautiful this close. He was leaning against the closed door, his arms folded on his chest, the first two buttons of his black shirt opened up, revealing more of his pale skin, his dark jeans fitting him perfectly, the whole black outfit was giving him the dangerous aura which you loved so much. 

“Stay away from me,” you warned him, watching him with caution.

“Why? Are you afraid that you will end up moaning my name again?” he smirked cockily and eyed you from head to toe.

"You wish,” you snorted and tried to figure out how you will get out of here, when he was standing between you and the door.

“I think it’s you, who is wishing for something, Y/N,” he cocked his head to the side.

“I think that you are wishing that it was not your boyfriend who kissed you and touched you, but me,” he smirked when he saw the flash of guilt in your eyes.

“That’s a lie!” you tried to defend yourself.

“I saw you, I saw you being so uncomfortable with him touching you and kissing you in front of your friends, you run away from him to the bathroom, angel,” he took a step closer to you, causing the sink digging into your back since you tried to keep the distance between you two. 

“It looks like you are the one who is obsessed with me, Aemond. Watching my every move tonight. It’s you who has a problem, not me,” you snapped. 

“I am free man, angel. I can do whatever I want,” he smirked, not letting it show that you hit the nail on its head.

“I am free to watch, touch, kiss or fuck whoever I want,” he continued as he took another step to you.

“So go and do that, go bothering someone else,” you said desperately, feeling your walls crumbling down at his presence. It was ridiculous how your body reacted to him.  

“That’s the problem, angel,” he placed his hand behind your head on the mirror.

“I want you,” he purred and lifted your chin, so you had to look at him.

“You can’t always have what you want, you asshole,” you tried to sound intimidating but you were barely whispering, the lustful look in his eye distracting you so much.

“I only want to claim what is mine, angel. And you are MINE,” he growled the word mine, the possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I am not yours, what the fuck are you thinking about yourself, I won’t let you make fool of myself ever again,” you fumed, how dared he to call you his? He had no right to say something like that.

“All you do is humiliating me and then walking away from me!” you shouted at him, stabbing your finger into his chest, feeling the angry tears in your eyes.

“There will be no more walking away this time, angel,” he assured you, completely ignoring the other things you mentioned.

“No, of course it won’t be. Because nothing will happen, let me go,” you wanted to walk past him, unlock the door and go back to your friends, but his wrapped around your waist and he pushed you back to the sink. His other hand grabbed the side of your head, pulling you to him, kissing you hungrily. All will to fight left your body as soon as you felt his lips on yours again. He was excellent kisser and his lips fitted to yours perfectly. You melted to him and he deepened the kiss, his was tongue exploring, licking the roof of your mouth, his fingers were digging into your hip, pulling you closer to him, you groaned when you felt his hard cock against your belly. Aemond smirked into the kiss and took your hand and placed it on his growing bulge. You gasped and his lips moved to your neck.  

“See, angel? See what you are doing to me? These jeans are very tight and it’s painful to be so hard all night because of you,” he groaned against the side of your throat. Your head was spinning at his words, you loved to hear him saying that you turned him on. You got bold and rubbed his cock through his jeans, loving the strangled moan he let out. He quickly placed you on the sink and grabbed your hands and lifted them behind your head, keeping them pinned there with his big hand.

“Do you want to tease me, angel?” he stepped between your legs, your dress giving his full access to your clothed pussy.

“Really?” he smirked and his fingers rubbed your clit and you whined desperately.

“Always so responsive to me, angel. Already soaked for me. Tell me, Y/N, does your boyfriend make you this wet so quickly?” he asked, his fingers sliding inside you with ease. You cried out when he found your G-spot.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“No, he doesn’t,” he admitted and you fought against his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him.

“Tell me angel, did you think about me last week when he was fucking you? Did you imagine my face when you cum?” he kept asking you while his fingers kept thrusting inside you, hitting your g-spot every time.

“No-o-o,” you stuttered, feeling your orgasm cumming quickly.

“No?” he questioned you.

“He didn’t fuck me at all,” you admitted and whined when he increased the speed of his fingers inside you.

“Oh, poor horny little thing. What kind of idiot he is that he leaves this pretty, dripping pussy unsatisfied,” he groaned against your ear, you felt your legs starting shaking.

“Aemond, please,” you begged him, desperate to cum.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he smirked and his fingers slipped out from you. You whined desperately, ready to kill him for leaving you at the verge of orgasm again. But then he started taking off his belt. You watched him with fascination, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing his protruding veins, he slowly unzipped his jeans took off his boxers and you drooled when his cock sprang free.

“Do you like what you see, angel?” he smirked when he saw your expression.

“Not bad, let’s see if you can do something good with it, asshole,” you teased him and he smirked. 

“I will stretch you so good that you will be begging me to stop abusing your neglected cunt,” he promised and stroke his cock couple times. He nudged your clit with the tip of his cock and you whimpered.

“You desperately want me to put it in, don’t you, angel?” he teased you and rubbed his cock against you, but still didn’t put it inside you.

“This tight little pussy wants to be filled with my cock, isn’t it right, angel?” he continued driving you crazy. You let out needy moans, watching him with pleading eyes.

“I want you to say it, Y/N. Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you,” he groaned and pushed just the tip of his cock against your entrance. You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

Aemond, fuck me please, I want it, I need you,” you begged him and you moaned loudly as he finally filled you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out. His cock was almost too big for you, but you were so wet that the stretch felt painfully blissful.

“Damn it, angel! You are so fucking tight,” he cursed and pulled you closer, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your nails dag into his shoulders. He pushed into you in slow, powerful thrusts, you tossed your head back, resting it against the mirror, giving him the perfect opportunity to attack the soft skin on your throat with his lips. He sucked hard, definitely leaving his mark on your skin, but at this point you didn’t care.

“Faster, harder, Aemond, please,” you were babbling incoherently but he understood you perfectly. He grabbed your hips firmly and started fucking you with quick, short thrusts. The sink under you was squeaking, not being built for such activities.

“Do you like it? Do you like how full you feel right now, angel? Stuffed with my cock, moaning like a good little slut for me,” he groaned against your ear and you whimpered.

“It feels so go-o-d,” you stuttered, your voice shaking as your whole body moved thanks to him pouding into you in savage rhythm. He wrapped his hand around your throat, the other hand found your clit and you knew that you will cum like never before.

“You are doing so good, taking my cock so well, moaning for me so fucking prettily, do you wanna cum, my filthy little angel?” he praised you and your head started spinning.

“Yes, please, Aemond, I… fuck, I am so close, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you mewled and wrapped your legs tighter around him as if you wanted to lock him between your legs forever.

“Shhh, I got you, Y/N. Cum for me, angel. Cum around my dick,” he commanded and watched your face closely. You weren’t prepared for the wave to hit you so hard, and you would have screamed out loud, but he smartly pressed his hand to your mouth, quietening your screams of pleasure. You moaned deeply, arching back and pressing your chest to his. He held you still, and you could feel him throbbing inside you, so close to just exploding.

“Fuck, angel. Your needy cunt is squeezing me so good,” he groaned and you have never heard more sexier sound in your life. It took few more thrusts into your clenching pussy for him to cum as well. He kissed you possessively as he spilled inside you. He pressed his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. Your heart beat was slowing down and your mind started working again. Oh fuck, what have you done? This was bad, really bad. But maybe he will leave you now, he got what he wanted from you and he will move to his next victim. 

“Ehm… I should go back, they are probably looking for me,” you said awkwardly and hopped off the sink. He watched you quietly, his face unreadable. You cleaned yourself up the best you could and picked up your panties from the floor but he snatched them from your fingers.

“I keep this,” he smirked and you watched in horror when he put them in the pocket of his jeans.

“You can’t do it, give them back,” you tried to reach his pocket but it was like trying to move a mountain. He pushed you against the wall.

“You will go back there, to your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, with my cum drying in your pussy,” he grinned at you, knowing that there was no way that you would let that idiot try anything on you tonight while you don’t have your panties on.

“Do you enjoy ruining my life?” you asked him, hating yourself for falling for his charms because obviously he just enjoyed toying with you.

“I enjoyed ruining this sweet, tight pussy,” he said and cupped your pussy once again. You felt yourself getting wet for him again.

“I claimed it once and will do it again,” he announced.

“No, you won’t,” you tried to protest but he only smirked at you and patted your pussy gently, making you whimpered in responce.

“Keep telling yourself that, angel,” he kissed you softly.

“See you around, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear and left you there, absolutely sated and confused...

Part 6

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic

[valhallaas]

California Dreamin’

Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x crybaby!reader

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Going on a road trip up the California coast to your hometown has its perks when Jake’s taking the wheel.

Warnings: SMUT(18+, minors dni) oral (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink

A/N: was this a dream or is it based off something that actually happened? Who knows. Let me know if you like it and enjoy!

The sun was hot as it beat against your skin. Middle of July and the California summer was unforgiving. You flick the sun visor down before reaching over to fiddle with the radio. Sharp eyes cut over to the driver’s seat when a large hand smacks yours. You couldn’t see his eyes from behind his Raybans, but you know he is giving you a look. What are you supposed to do? You’ve been on the road for four hours and you’re so bored. Going completely out of your mind. He either needs to pull over and let you run free—get some goddamn coffee—or he needs to give you some control inside the car. Sighing, you turn, head hitting the window as you lift your feet to rest on the dashboard.

“Feet off the dash.”

You groan. “It’s my truck, Bagman.”

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s glaring. “I hate when you hang out with Phoenix.”

“I wasn’t. Was with Rooster.”

“Sweetheart, I swear—”

“What?” you snap, finally looking over at him. “What are you going to do? Turn around and go home? I’ll leave your ass on the side of the road.”

It’s so quick you barely see it. The flicker in his eye. He’s angry. Your goddamn mouth. He loves to hate it. There’s anger in his eyes and defiance in yours. You can never quite do what he wants you to do. Always have to do things the hard way. He tries to lure you in with a false sense of security. Like you’ve never played the game before.

“Just a few more miles and we'll find a gas station.” he says looking over at you.

“Can I drive from there?”

“No, you can’t drive, just sit and look pretty.”

Huffing you rest your chin on his shoulder. Peeking out through his window to watch the sun dance with the ocean waves. You grew up six hours north of San Diego. A surfer girl who knew nothing but the ocean. Now you know nothing but the clouds. It’s fitting, you suppose. Toes in the sand and head in the clouds. A couple miles pass. Then a couple more. You're getting antsy and he’s not keeping his word. All you want to do is relieve the tension. You're so wound up from sitting. So busy distracting yourself you don’t notice the lazy trail of his fingertips. Up and down your thigh. Not until they’re pushing under your shorts, brushing against delicate skin.

Releasing a shaky breath against his neck, you can feel his smirk against your hairline. Your fingers fiddle in your lap. Nails picking at your cuticles. Your lips part when you feel his fingers. When you realize just how much trouble you're in.

“Take your shorts off.”

“I—what?”

“Take. Them. Off. I don’t think I stuttered, Crybaby.”

Your breath catches at your call sign. Very rarely, if ever does he call you that. You bite the inside of your cheek as a wave of heat rushes your face, spreading from your chest all the way up your neck. Jake chuckles because he knows. The smug fucker.

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

Licking your lips, you lift your hips hooking your thumbs into the elastic band of your shorts catching on to the thin band of your underwear. Goosebumps breakout on your skin even though it was far from cold inside the truck cabin. You didn’t stop pulling at the fabric until they were off your bare feet, your anklet dangling in the California sun before you tossed them beside you.

“That’s right. Be a good girl, baby.”

His voice is cold, empty. You’re not in the presence of your Jake anymore. You like to push and now it’s one of the times that you’ve pushed too far. Moving yourself up so you sat perfectly straight, your hands remained at your sides as your legs spread wide. You don’t look at him, because if you do, he’d fucking break you.

Jake sighs, his head turning slightly to look at you. “Do you know what you did?” Ran your mouth. Like you always do. It’s what you do best. You’re good at it—it gets you what you want. You keep your mouth shut now, though, much to his annoyance. He gives you another pointed look, shaking his head. “Alright, hard way it is.”

You jump when his hand comes down on the inside of your thigh. Deep breath in through your nose, out through your mouth. You will not cry. He will not get any tears from you. Your gaze stays on the sun watching as it slowly sinks. You’ve still got a few hours before you hit home. A few hours for Lieutenant Seresin to tear you apart. His hand rubs soothingly into the sensitive flesh, easing away the pain he caused. Your tense, refusing to get comfortable. He doesn’t deserve it. The thought crosses your mind the same time another smack comes down on you, the sound loud in the small cabin. It’s the first time you realize that he’s turned the radio off. He wants to hear you in all your glory.

You bite your lip to keep from whining. Not that you can’t or shouldn’t, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. It’s a battle neither of you are going to win.

“I don’t know why you do it.” Jake says, breaking the silence.

“Because it’s fun.”

His hand pauses. That was meant to stay in your head. Like usual, your mouth got away from you. Should he be surprised? No. Is he? Hard to tell, you still won’t look at him. You have to admit you’re a bit proud of yourself. Your voice was firm. It didn’t break or falter like you thought it would. It gives you confidence, makes you brave. Or it makes you stupid, thinking you can get out of this alive.

“What did you say?”

You bite back a smile. “You heard me.”

It is sharp and it stings. A gasp falls from you, your muscles spasming around nothing. His smack hit its mark right on your clit. Groaning, your head falls back against the back window. Yeah, you deserved that one. Chest heaving with every breath, your hands clenching at your sides. Jake’s body shakes next to you with silent mirth.

“I can do this the rest of the way there.”

You sigh. “I just want a break, Jake. A soda, a coffee—to use the goddamn restroom, you fucking control freak.”

Another smack and there’s no holding back the moan that escapes you now. Jake knows what he’s doing. You know where this is going. “This is your last fucking warning,”

“Don’t need it.”

“Fucking brat.” Jake pulls on your hair and turns your head to finally face him. “I’m going to ruin you, Crybaby, and you’re going to beg for it.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Oh, now you want to listen?” His fingers tighten making you wince. “Now you want to do what you're told? I don’t believe you, baby.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Your clit throbs with the pain. You will not cry. Damn it, you will not cry. Your breathing is becoming a little labored. A small whine escaping. You look around, noting that Jake has gotten off the 101. Heart flipping, your teeth dig into your lip, eyes taking him in. Jake Seresin is a good looking man, and he knows it. He’s letting his facial hair grow. It’s the most stubble you’ve ever seen on his face. If you’re being honest, you’re a little desperate to feel it against the inside of your thighs. A muscle ticks in his jaw. He can feel you staring at him. You grin.

The truck slowly comes to a stop, pulled off on a dirt road. No one around as far as you can tell. Swallowing thickly, the silence becomes tense. Jake unbuckles his seatbelt before leaning over and unbuckling yours. You want to huff in annoyance. You aren’t a little kid, even if he does treat you like one. He turns in his seat, spreading his thighs, taking you in. A large hand rubs at his chin, green eyes devouring you.

“Are you going to be good?”

“No.”

Jake sighs, taking his glasses off and sets them on the dash. “I didn’t think so.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“To see if you’d be honest.”

A hum rumbles from him when his fingers finally find your core, slipping between your folds. You’re completely soaked. You hate it when he does this to you, but you wouldn’t act this way if you didn’t want it, and you always want it. Always want him. Your breath locks in your throat when he slips a digit in.

“Shit,” he mutters, his accent tainting his words. “Fuck, baby.”

You whine again, desperation making you weak. You push your hips up to his hand, arching your back. Jake wants you to beg, he wants you a crying, whimpering mess. He pulls his finger out only to push it back in with another. He does it again and again, until you’re moaning, your own hand reaching down to guide it. There are rules. You are not allowed to come. You squeeze his fingers inside you, your warm walls wrapped tight around him. You can feel his grin against your neck. You can’t stop your hips from grounding down on his hand. Desire has taken over. He watches you closely, waiting, grunting when you clench around his fingers again. You’re close, too close.

“Lieutenant,” you breathe,

“There’s my good girl. See, that’s all I wanted. You to be good. Listen and behave. Good girls don’t get punished.” His thumb rubs against your clit, your head falls back, your hand smacking the seat. Jake leans forwards, his nose brushing against yours. “Mhm, but you like getting punished, don’t you, Crybaby?”

It’s only moments later when the white hot pleasure is about to erupt that he pulls his hand completely away from you. Your core throbs with the sudden emptiness. Your eyes snap open to see just how blown out his eyes are. His grip tightens around your throat before he lets go. You should have seen it coming. It annoys you because you only want more.

Slowly a smile creeps on your lips. Your nose wrinkles as you stare up at him. You’ve learned a lot about Jake in the years that you’ve known him. He’s cocky, arrogant, a control freak. He likes order. Why he deals with you, you’ll never know. You fuck up all his plans, a weakness he’d rather die than give up. A brat made just for him.

“This is me being nice.” You tilt your head, shaking it at him. Jake was a lot of things, but nice wasn’t one of them.  “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He raises a brow.

“Yes Lieutenant.” you murmur.

“C’mon pretty baby. Open your legs.”

You do, not realizing you had closed them. Slowly, you test his patience. Jake doesn’t say anything, only watches. His eyes never move from your pussy. He moves back so he’s sitting up. His arm reaches behind him and he opens the truck door. He gets out and pulls you to the edge of the seat, legs dangling in the open air. You lean up on your elbows to see Jake looking like a dream. He’s on his knees face to face with your pussy. You eye him for a moment, staring at the bulge in his jeans. Not sure what hell you’d pay if he caught you staring. You gasp, body slightly jumping when there’s a sudden slap against your center. Glancing up at Jake to see him with a malicious grin. Fuck. You mewl and writhe at the sting of the slap. He just chuckles darkly, relishing in the sounds you make as you squirm beneath him. Jake’s lips find their way to your skin. Biting, licking, sucking a trail up your tender thighs, teasing you.

“Such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

A squeal escapes you when he drags his teeth over your clit. You haven’t even orgasmed yet but he’s pushing you towards overstimulation. He’s purposely driving you crazy, but god, do you love it. You wiggle your hips as his head dips lower, feeling the warmth of his breath ghosting over your core. You instinctively lift your hips up, exposing your dripping cunt to him. You hear him hum in satisfaction as you moan and buck in desperation for his touch.

He sits up suddenly, placing another sharp slap to your clit, making your pussy clench. You’re going to be sore, and he hasn’t properly fucked you. That dick.

“Beg for it.” Jake commands, his hands running up and down your thighs, his fingers getting tantalizingly close to your cunt before he starts moving away again.  

“Please” you whine, finally fucking caving. He could do this for hours, but you can’t. Not right now. You want to touch him. Knowing him though, he’d pull back and away from your reach. Making this a lot more torturous than it is already.  “Please, touch me. Want to feel you, please, Jake, please. I’ll be good, I promise. I promise, I'll be good.”

He sighs, moving back to hover over you. “So needy, sweetheart, but I don’t think you deserve it.”

This isn’t fun anymore. You’re not sure where it got out of control. A small whimper, a warm tongue darting out to wet your lips. All the while Jake is watching you with mock pity. It makes you want to scream.

“All I want is you. All I need is you. Just—please. I, I’ll be good. I’ll sit and look pretty. I can, I can be good—Jake, Jake, Lieutenant—fuck, please.”

It’s the truth. You say a lot of shit when he’s got you under him. He never says much back. Not that you’d let him get a word in. He’s got you right where he wants you. A blubbering, whimpering mess.

Your name falls off his lips in a hushed whisper causing you to look at him, fixating on how his normal green was just a thin ring around black. “Let me see the ache, baby. I know you like it when it hurts.”

You smile. “You can have whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask.”

Jake gives you a breathtaking smile, his hand lifting to your face, thumb running along your cheekbone. Your breath catches. It’s a tender touch, a gentle moment. “My good girl,” he says softly.

Seeing Jake on his knees, face level with your cunt has you whimpering. You can see him smirking, his hot breath fanning over you with every exhale.

“So fucking needy, huh baby?” He questions, hands moving up over your thighs, thick fingers digging into them so tight you’ll have bruises to show for it. “Can’t help but be a bratty little whore, huh? I know why you do it, sweetheart. Whatever gets my attention. It doesn’t even have to be good attention. Huh, baby? I know—you like when I’m mean to you.”

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart. You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. Nothing but putty in his hands. Been that way since you met him. You’re still not sure how he knew. Could just see it in you. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him. But that’s the point, isn’t it? You give and he takes. Jake is good, great even, at what he does. He’ll never take what he can’t give in return.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“This all for me, sweetheart?” His voice is smug from between your thighs.  “Your cunt tastes so much better, though, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Yes what?”

You clench around nothing. The forcefulness of his voice. You moan at his words. He gave nothing else before diving in. You whimper, head falling back against the driver's seat.

“Crybaby, you goin’ to give me what I want?” he asks.

A wicked grin, your last act of defiance. “I don’t think so, Lieutenant. We’ve been at this for a while now.”

His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. He’s done this hundreds of times, pushed you over the edge so many times. Every time feels like the first time. A whimper escapes you.

“Fuck, fuck me,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Sweetheart.” He says, voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, his nose catching against your clit. You whisper his name, it falls from your lips like a hymn. He holds you open like a book he’s been dying to read. Licking up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Careful, baby.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, moans spilling out of you. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it. You feel like you’re in the sky. Head in the clouds and you aren’t sure you’re ever coming back down. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It sends you over.

Waves come crashing down. You’re surrounded by your orgasm, on the brink of drowning. It’s dragging you down, making it hard to breathe. The only thing you know is pleasure, pleasure and the familiar sting of pain. You hear it—hear him. The sound of his voice bringing you back to shore. Can hear him calling your name, feel him kissing his way up your body until his hot breath is tickling your ear. Your eyes flutter open, seaglass green meeting your glazed eyes. Jake’s wearing a fucking smug look on his face because he knows you blacked out there for a minute. Groaning, you sit up, pushing him back.

His hand raises to your cheek, thumb swiping under your eye. “You’re crying.”

God fucking damn it.

You keep silent, doing your best to ignore him as you pull clothes back on. Buckling your seatbelt you hear the engine roar to life, and this time, he doesn’t say anything about your feet on the dash. A promise is a promise. You’ll be good.

The sunset is dancing with the waves. Golden hour slowly melting into dark hues of purples and blues when you look over and see him. All of him. It makes your mouth water. This is you still being good, right? He looks like he needs your help. Slowly you slide over, hand resting on his warm thigh. Your hand tingles from the touch. It’s the first time you’ve touched him in hours and it annoys you that you’ve missed it so much. You’ve never craved someone like you crave him.

  Your fingers sneak beneath his jeans and then you grasp him.

  He jerks, but makes no move to push you away. Instead, he watches you, eyes intense, hungry. You stroke his length until he’s leaking. Full, tip an angry red. You press and squeeze and yet he holds still. He focuses on his breathing. You don’t miss the hesitance in his gaze. He’s slightly worried. Your mouth quirks, hand coming off him to pop the button of his jeans. He does his best to help you get him out. You aren’t as mean as he is. Slowly, you lean forward and take him into your mouth.

  His hand bangs against the steering wheel. Your teeth are blunt as they scrape smoothly along the head of his cock. Your tongue is warm and wet as it flicks at the slit before you wrap it around him. His muscles lock up, he grips your head more firmly. Rolling your eyes, you ease down, slowly hollowing your cheeks.

 Even still—

You pop off of him, strings of spit tangling them together. “Relax,” you urge before swallowing him to the hilt.

Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing; he was hitting the back of your throat but you had long since lost your gag reflex.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake breathes out, his hands digging into your scalp through your messy hair. “I love when you use your mouth.”

His praise makes you moan, causing Jake to find purchase at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair with a death grip. Your nose brushes his pubic bone with each movement. It doesn’t take long for him to take control, his hands holding you steady as he fucks himself into your mouth. His cock throbs, swells until he reaches his limit. You feel his balls tighten up, his pleasure coiling before bursting without warning. Instead, he spurts into your mouth, filling it up until your eyes water. You swallow it and then gasp for air. Your nails bite into his thigh as you rest your cheek against his softening cock.

Jake’s silent for a moment, his breathing evening out. You hum when his thumb strokes your cheek. Finally content, you sit up, fingers wiping at the corners of your mouth. You glance down when you feel a tap, seeing him offering you his hand. Fingers tangled with yours, he rests his hand on his thigh.

He kisses the crown of your head. “Don’t think I’m done with you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[loudmouthedllama]

Tell Them How It Really Is Llamas.

Those who have been

Ignored

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Chased away

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Those who never even get a CHANCE!

SHOW THEM HOW IT IS

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[disticfiction]

Fig winced as he tried to break free from the Devil's Snare. Ordinarily he wouldn't dare move; he knew it only made the plant tighten its grip, but he could almost reach his wand. Fingers outstretched, he grit his teeth, eyes focused as the vines enveloped his limbs.

"So close," the dark witch teased. "So, so close." She cupped her chin, her smile lecherous as Fig struggled. "Have you ever heard of the Orgasm Charm, Professor?" He flinched. "It's relatively new. Apparently the wizard who invented it died from overexertion, brought on by intense, unending orgasms. Seems the silly man was so focused on pleasuring himself, he forgot to invent a counter spell. As a result, the ministry banned its usage. Not many people know about it, but working as an Unspeakable certainly had its perks."

Fig gasped. He'd wondered why the fiendish woman removed his pants before shoving him into the Snare. Much to his dismay, she'd caught him off guard, and although he hated to admit it, she was a powerful foe. Realising her intentions, his desperation to escape increased tenfold. Wriggling as the vines lifted him into the air, he managed to touch the base of his wand, but that brief moment of hope was quickly dashed. With a cruel snicker, the dark witch used Accio to pull the wand to herself, then snapped it in half.

"You won't get away with this!" Fig scoffed, swinging his body to and fro.

"Yes, I will. We're the only ones out here."

Using Lumos to protect herself, the woman slithered between Fig's legs, which parted as the vines avoided the glow. Without warning, her cold fingers touched his labia and spread his hole, making the old wizard squirm. It was tight and small, but she persisted until his wrinkled, pinkish insides were fully exposed.

"S-stop it!" he begged, his brows curling. "Not there!"

"Awfully sensitive, aren't you? Must be your age." She took a moment to appreciate his position, and how worn his insides looked. "You're tiny, but this hole's been through a lot, hasn't it?" Fig looked away, his cheeks burning. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. It's obvious. You've been fucked hard."

"Please, stop..."

"When was the last time?" she asked, jamming two fingers inside.

"Augh!"

"I wonder how wide it can get."

Fig arched back, gripping the vines for purchase. "Stop! Please!"

"I'm just warming you up, take it easy."

His walls clasped her fingers, fighting her, yet welcoming her. She went in relatively dry, but a few simple thrusts had him soaking. Despite his age, he reacted far better than she expected, furthering her belief that the gentle, soft-spoken wizard was far more wild than he appeared. Either that or he'd been taken advantage of many times throughout his long life.

"Stop or I'll--! I'll..."

"Cum?" She pinched his clit, earning a resonate scream. "You're squeezing me. Do my fingers really feel that good?"

"N-no more! Please! Ugh!"

She thrust harder, faster, enticed by his cries of pleasure. "Answer my question and I just might."

"Wh-what question?!" he squeaked; he was truly a delicate man.

"When were you last fucked?"

Fig clenched his teeth, sweat coating his forehead. It felt so good. He could barely think as her fingers, though soft and slender, rubbed violently against his swelling walls, pulling out with a strong scissoring motion before plunging back in. He wasn't prepared for how skilled she was. He wasn't prepared for anything.

"Please stop! I'm begging you!"

Beneath his short, silvery pubes, her other hand worked his clit, which throbbed between her thumb and forefinger. It was too much. Shaking like a rattle, his stomach coiled, then burst with a pleasure so foul, tears formed in his squinted eyes. A clear liquid gushed from his cunt, his toes curling as the woman rode the waves--and she rode them for a while. Only when his convulsions began to settle did she slip her fingers free, leaving his freshly ravished hole loose and winking.

"Squirting already? I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be so weak."

Fig's chest heaved, his head hanging and dizzy. "E-enough..." he wheezed. "Tell me what you want."

"I would've thought that was obvious. I want the student, Fig. The one who can use Ancient Magic. Where are they?"

His eyes popped open. He knew what would happen, knew she wouldn't stop, but he loved that student. Special powers or no, they were like the child he never had. Finding his resolve, he lifted his head and met the witch's eyes, his own cross and determined.

"I'm not giving you anything."

"Pity," she sneered, backing away. "Don't worry, Fig. I invented a counter spell, though if you keep playing hard ball, I might just 'forget' the incantation." He watched in horror as she pointed her wand at the vines, then whispered, in a malicious tone, "Orgasmus."

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Fig's mind flashed back to earlier that morning. The headmaster, the absolute brute of a man, had called him into his office--and he hated when he did that. He knew a summons meant there was a fifty-fifty chance he'd get fucked, and he was right. He wasn't in his office more then a minute before the headmaster had him pinned down, robes flipped and hole stuffed with his impressively thick cock.

"You caused me a lot of trouble today, Fig. The last thing I need is an inspection from the Ministry! Why didn't you just escort the new student by train or boat? What were you thinking!?"

"P-please, sir! Not so rough!"

"Silence! When you asked for a sabbatical to grieve your late wife, did I say no? No! I gave you more time than is even allowed!" He thrust faster, harder, pounding the old man into his desk. "And this is how you repay me?! I have Ministry officials breathing down my neck, wondering why I endangered a student! As if I had any idea you'd be traveling by carriage, which makes me look equally incompetent!"

"Forgive me! I thought it was safe!"

"Silence!"

Fig shook his head, but didn't fight it. He knew this would likely be a consequence, especially when he only partially cooperated with interrogators. He had to leave out the vital details, to protect his student. Rookwood and Ranrok already knew, somewhat, about their abilities, and if Phineas and the Ministry found out, the world would know. Wizards and witches, both good and evil, would seek the student out. They'd be locked up, experimented on, tortured, or worse. Or all.

He wouldn't allow it.

"Sir, I-I'm going to--!"

He came, arching back with a muffled scream as Phineas covered his mouth. He loved it when Fig shuddered beneath him, his walls clasping around his cock. It felt amazing and gave him a sick sense of superiority. For a moment, he pulled out, giving the old man a brief stint of relief, but not to be kind. Rather, so he could watch his hole twitch, his gape the exact same size as his shaft.

"What aren't you telling me, Fig? What aren't you telling the Ministry?"

He couldn't say; he wouldn't. "I've t-told you everything," he lied. "A dragon attacked us, we searched for the student's luggage, then came to Hogwarts."

"You were gone for six hours!"

"Headmaster, I think you're underestimating how far belongings scatter when they fall two hundred feet from the sky."

With a growl, Phineas drove back in, burying his cock to the hilt. "Don't give me an attitude, Fig!" The old man hollered. His boss was being far too aggressive, more so than usual. "You've been a thorn in my side since day one!" He grabbed the back edges of the desk and pulled against them to strengthen his blows. "Now you're trying to end my career?! Is that it?!"

"N-no!" Fig peeped, trying to ignore the sound of the headmaster's skin slapping into his. "I would never!"

"Then prove it! Tell me what really happened!"

But he didn't. He kept his student's secret to himself, even when his orgasms threw his mind into chaos. Through the pleasure, through the heavenly shame, one sentiment persevered: Never tell.

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When Fig opened his eyes, he held his breath, feeling the harsh, rubbery texture of the Snare push against his rim. He wasn't dreaming, it was all really happening. He was going to be fucked by a homicidal plant in the Forbidden Forest.

As if sentient, the vine coated itself in his juices, then shoved in, all the way to his cervix. Nothing could've prepared him for that--for the force, for the stretch. He wailed, the dense bumps and veins rubbing his insides and straining his crease. He'd never taken anything that large, not even from the headmaster, and much to his distress it felt spectacular. His legs quaked, barely able to spread wide enough to make room, his muscles flexing, but the Snare prevailed. Smaller vines looped around his thighs and calves, holding his legs in place, then rocked him slightly as the one in his hole began to pump.

"Out! T-take it out!" he begged, writhing like a fly stuck in a web.

The surface of the vine was firm, almost leathery, brushing between even his most discreet crevices. It wasn't right. It wasn't natural. Though being ripped open by a plant wasn't the worst part. For Fig, it wasn't about how genuinely good it felt. It wasn't about how readily his hole wrapped around the intrusion. It wasn't about the sheer humiliation that he was in public and some bloodthirsty witch basked in every second of his torment. No. For Fig, the true tragedy was that the Snare, with its thick and ragged branches, hit places even his dearest Miriam failed to find.

A few thrusts and his world shattered. The unrelenting pressure that swerved through his tunnel the moment that monster entered stacked all to quickly, then came crashing down with the fury of a landslide. His clit, disturbed by the savagery, swelled as red as his rim, then quivered as a stream of liquid burst from his core. As he rode the waves of this newfound ecstasy, his eyes rolled back, his fingers cracking in random directions. He had no idea he could climax like that.

"You were barely penetrated!" the witch laughed. "You really are pathetic!" She circled around him, watching his fluids drip onto the grass. "Fig, I really don't think you'll be able to handle what comes next." With a grin, she wiped a line of drool from his mouth. "But I can help you. Just tell me where the student is and I'll let you go."

"G-go to hell..."

The witch frowned. "You're brave, I'll give you that. I guess that's typical of a Gryffindor." She stepped back, letting the Snare do its duty. "But everyone has a limit, old man."

He grit his teeth, tears welling in his eyes as the vine commenced its pounding, but harder. Faster. Fig groaned, doing everything he could to clear his mind, to pretend he was somewhere else, but his cunt was even more sensitive than before, his last orgasm still lingering. If this had happened on any other day, it might've been better, his head reeling with the image of the headmaster fucking him on his desk. This was too much for one day. It was too much for a lifetime.

"M-Miriam..." he spat, trying to replace Phineas's face with hers. She never would have treated him so poorly; though, as his pleasure mounted once again, part of him wished she had. This sensation, whatever it was, he longed to share with her. "Miriam, my love." He reached for the sky, his eyes fogging as the vile thump between his legs knocked the air from his lungs. "Aaaaugh!"

"Another one?" the witch, laughed. "So soon?"

She snapped her fingers and the vine pulled out, making the old man bleat. Once empty, his hole pulsed, searching desperately for the girth that spoiled it. What a betrayal. It wanted more, but Fig didn't. He needed it to end before he lost is sanity. As his chest heaved, tears rolling down his cheeks, the woman moved closer and straightened his scarf.

"Who's Miriam?" she asked.

Fig's shoulders bucked. "Don't you speak her name!" he barked--and that may have cost him the last of his resolve, every nerve and muscle wrenching.

"Ooh, sore spot. I see." She flicked his nose, playfully. "Is she the one who fucked you before this? You seem awfully fond of her. I wonder how she would feel if she knew you were thinking about her in this context?"

Fig wept, averting his gaze. "Please, stop this."

"I will," she quipped. "Just as soon as you tell me where that fifth year is."

"F-fuck you..." he yipped.

"My, that was vulgar." She sighed, sarcastically. "Will you at least tell me who fucked you?"

"Go soak your head."

"Wrong answer!"

Impatient, she snapped her fingers, and a larger vine slipped in, forcing Fig's hole wider than it could bear. As the length tore through him, banging into his end, he cried out. His mind went blank, any image of Phineas or his beloved Miriam fading with a flash of white. It couldn't feel good, it shouldn't, yet as the vine pumped, threatening to split his walls, he smiled.

"Oh, you like this, do you?" the witch teased, pushing down on his stomach. "I knew you were a whore."

His smile waned, his moans echoing through the forest. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the fierce build up plaguing his lower half. He was enraptured. The way the vine sawed through him, without compassion or pity, yet managed to pamper him in ways he never thought possible--it scared him. He yanked on his restraints, on the verge of madness as the thrusting and force on his stomach pushed him over the edge.

"Aaaughh!"

He came, seizing as another stream of liquid shot across the ground, propelled by the woman's compressions. When she let go, he gasped, his head spinning. He hadn't realised, but he was holding his breath, his jaw clamped as his fourth orgasm on a dirty plant warped his senses. It didn't stop. The vine kept thrusting, making the poor professor scream as it milked his climax.

"Who fucked you?" the witch asked, her tone somber as she brought her lips to his ear.

"Th-the headmaster..." Fig relented. He was exhausted, tears and drool glistening on his face. "Ph-Phineas Black."

A deafening laugh cut through the air. "Phineas?!" the woman roared, sadistically. "That pompous prat?! He's been fucking you?! Oh, that's hilarious. I thought you had more respect for yourself than that."

"Stop!" he squawked, his hole so sated, he felt his heart race with every lunge. "I can't take this anymore!"

"Then give me what I want."

It was tempting. He felt his willpower waver as the vine plowed him with ruthless intent. His student, his friend--he pushed their whereabouts down into the deepest recesses of his mind.

"I don't know where they are!" he vowed.

"Liar."

As before, she snapped her fingers. The vine pulled out, and to Fig's horror an even bigger one pushed into his entrance, parting his distended lips. Despite how well the previous vines prepared him, this one had a bout of trouble squeezing in, his walls restrained. They simply couldn't stretch any wider. At least, he thought they couldn't. Tactfully, the vine rubbed itself up and down his slit, drenching itself in his fluids, then tried again.

Fig wailed, his eyes bulging as his crease stretched across the texture. Slowly, it dipped deeper and deeper, until he felt a tremor in his soul. For a slight moment, he felt nothing. He may have blacked out, may have cum--he wasn't sure--but when the vine started thrusting, he screeched, his usually soft voice erupting into the most lewd noises he'd ever made. Euphoria. Pleasure in its purest form. His hole fluttered, intoxicated by the beating. How anything could feel that good was beyond his understanding. All he knew was that, in his opinion, he didn't deserve it. It wasn't rape, it was a gift, and one of which he was unworthy.

"Where's the student?" the witch asked, running her nails through his shaggy hair.

Fig groaned. "O-over the years it has been ... surmised that m-magic stems from two things! The users w-will and intent!"

"What?"

"If you turn to page three hundred and s-s-seventy in your textbook, we'll discuss—augh! Q-Quisling's theories on the subject and why they were discredited!"

"You cannot be serious." Irritated, the witch covered his mouth, turning his words into smothered moans. "Just cum, old man. No need to be a hero."

His brow furrowed, he did as she ordered, cumming so hard he lost count, his fluids spewing. As the waves of pleasure rushed through every limb, he felt her fingers climb over his nose, plugging his nostrils. In a panic, he gasped for air, but nothing entered, the oxygen impeded. She didn't allow him to breathe, and the vine continued to fuck him, rocking him like a metronome, sliding in and out at breakneck speeds.

His survival instincts triggered, his face turning dark as he tried to shake her hand from his mouth and nose, but the unyielding pleasure only sharpened. His last orgasm still tingling, another wracked his body, far too soon and even more consuming; but he still couldn't breathe. Terrified, he batted his eyes at the witch, pleading for mercy, but the vine kept fucking him and her hand remained in place.

He felt faint, his hue turning a light shade of blue as his eyes wandered. The pleasure mixed with a primal fear was inescapable. He felt himself slipping, saw his wife, his student, his friends, then gave in. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't fight it. Not any longer. He'd lost and he was so tired. Not just of the abuse, but also from mourning and stressing over his wife and student. He craved peace. As another climax reached its peak, he hung back and moaned with all he had left.

Suddenly, the witch's hand disappeared and his chest expanded, impulsively. Right as he took a much needed breath, his hole clinched, cumming at the same second the air filled his lungs. Mesmerizing. Somehow it felt even better, leaving him a sobbing, mangled mess.

"Where's the student, Fig?"

He smiled manically, the vine still pounding his hole. "Who cares?" he huffed. "Just fuck me..."

The witch's heart sank. "What? No, the student. The student!" She shook him by the collar, but he only tittered in response. In her attempt to break him, she'd snapped his mind. There was no point in interrogating him anymore. "I can't believe this. You useless old fool!" At her wit's end, she took aim at the vine. "You want it to fuck you? Fine. It'll fuck you into dust. Engorgio!"

Any emotion Fig felt in that moment was ineffable. The vine inflated, stretching his walls so wide, not even his captor could explain how he didn't tear apart at the seams. Somehow, he adjusted, his insides hysterically reshaping themselves to fit the beast that plowed him. Loose but tight, his crease rolled in and out, clinging to the appendage for dear life--and he came. He came with a mighty roar that gave the witch pause. Surely someone heard that one.

"Stay here and rot," she hissed. "Cum to death! At least you'll be out of Rookwood's hair!"

In a rage, she turned on her heel and ran, leaving Fig to his fate. Alone, he cried out, no longer conscious of where or even who he was. Sweat, tears, and drool flung in every direction as the assault claimed his sanity. Another orgasm, then another, then another. It was like the opposite of Crucio, wounded by pleasure instead of pain. It didn't end, every climax chipping away at his memories.

Would he die like the spell's creator--a man forced to cum until his body gives out? Ultimately, he decided it didn't matter. He loved cumming, loved the way the vine slammed into him, its attention solely dedicated to his pleasure. Even if it destroyed him. Even if it killed him. His arms and legs had grown sore from hanging in binds, but that was nothing. The pleasure was greater and he prayed it never stopped.

"Aaaaugh! Yes! Yes!"

He came again, his tongue sticking out as his toes curled and eyes clouded. Overblown, his squirting had lost its luster, the streams thinning into tiny, harrowing spurts. He needed a chance to recover, to revitalize, but the spell held strong. His cervix kissed the vine while scraped raw by the texture, his clit danced, his walls grated. Another orgasm, then another, then another.

And another.

And another.

It couldn't continue, and yet Fig beamed like he'd never known such joy. It was incomprehensible. It was an affront to all things decent, but it was paradise.

"Lumos Solem!"

A voice boomed and a blinding light filled the forest. When it dissipated, Fig was on the ground, the Snare screeching as it scrambled back under the earth, dislodging from its victim's hole. Free, at last. In a mystified state, the disheveled old man stared up at the sky, a frayed smile spanned across his face, his legs numb and sprawled from side to side.

"Eleazar! Eleazar!" The voice cried. It was Ronen. "Merlin, are you alright?!"

Cautious, he cast a charm around the two of them for protection, then took the old man into his arms. As he held him, tightly, he tried to ignore his hole, but the damage was so blatant, he couldn't help but stare.

"Oh, Eleazar..."

His gape was massive. Borderline absurd. It didn't seem possible, least of all to a virgin like Ronen; but his eyes fixed to the spectacle. Fig's insides, which wracked with spasms, flared deep shades of red, leading all the way down to his end. Those parts were never meant to be visible to anyone, and it scared Ronen, but he kept looking. He had to. His crease was chafed and distended, pulled slightly forward, his walls loose and rigid. The abuse had taken an irreversible toll. It wouldn't be able to close on its own--if ever fully--not after everything it had suffered.

"Eleazar, can you hear me?" Ronen sniffed, holding back his tears.

Fig's crazed smile slowly departed. "A-Abraham?"

"Yes, it's me. Are you alright, my friend?"

Fig sobbed. "M-my hole..."

"I know, I know. Just take it easy."

"It f-feels so good..."

"Well I'm glad it doesn't hurt, because it looks like it should."

Fig shook his head, weakly, then convulsed. "M-Merlin! Auagh!"

A jolt of pleasure made his hole contract, as if he was still being fucked. He intended to ask Ronen something, about someone, but he couldn't remember what. All he knew, all he wanted to know, were the blissful pangs throbbing between his legs, his hole slack and battered. Without thinking, he grabbed the younger man's hand and pushed it into his entrance, brushing over his aching clit.

"What are you doing?!" Ronen flushed, jerking his hand away.

"No! More! Please, don't stop!"

"Eleazar, get ahold of yourself!"

"More! Fuck me!" He ground his hips, his arm shaking as he reached for his friend. "Please! Abraham, please! I need to keep cumming!"

Ronen fell back. He didn't know what to do, but he could tell the old man was deteriorating. Possibly cursed. Afraid to lose him, he crawled closer and gave him what he wanted. It felt wrong and he hated it, but he reluctantly let his fingers slide into the chafed cunt beneath him, causing Fig to shriek.

"Aaaugh! Y-yes!"

Ignorant to any type of sexual activities, Ronen merely thrust four fingers in and out, as they fit, but that was enough. Fig was so fragile, so susceptible, the lightest touch felt like an army of men sharing his pussy. With a splintered scream, he came, completely losing touch with reality as his mind muddled.

No hole was meant to endure this.

"Eleazar! Hang in there!" Ronen cried, panicking as his friend lost consciousness. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have--!" Distressed, he cast Levioso. "I'm going to get you to the castle!"

As he felt his body lift off the ground, he cracked. The colours of the forest were distorted, his vision blurred. He didn't recognise himself, but he didn't care. He came so much, so hard, it was the happiest he felt since--what was her name? With a shrug, he closed his eyes and tucked his face into Ronen's chest, then succumbed to the ecstasy.

[badboytwink]

Chapter 3: Use Your Words

Ayden Backstrom

Friday, December, 28th.

*

I’m fucking livid, I can’t fucking breathe, this is driving me fucking crazy. My brain is buzzing with thoughts faster than my mind can actually comprehend them, my blood is boiling a deep crimson inside my body. I can practically feel the way the veins are protruding from my neck, trying to fight their way out of my skin. Fuck, this is fucking stupid I fucking hate this.

If I don’t get back to my room right now I’m going to explode in a mix of tears andpure unadulterated anger. The moment the family car pulls into the driveway I’m dashing out, acidic bile burning in my throat, I have to get back to my room, I have to get back to privacy so I can properly freak out about this.

Pulling my phone out I dial the pinned number in my contacts, my heart racing and pounding through my chest, the sound reverbrating in my ear as I wait for the line to connect.

“Hel-” The line connects and my favourite sound tries to answer, a gruff voice that sounds like it just woke up from a long, well deserved sleep. 

“We’re on different hockey teams.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop them, my voice trying not to break as my emotions keep me on the verge of breaking down, on the verge of curling up and weeping until my eyes fall out of their sockets.

“What?”

My bestfriend doesn’t sound too shocked, he genuinely just sounds tired, which makes sense, we were up all night on duo’s together, but the lack of emotion in his tone is destroying me on the inside. Doesn’t he find this as completely isolating and atrocious as I do?

“Yeah, we’re on different fucking teams this year.” I blurted out through gritted teeth, one part of me wants to lash out on every object in my room, breaking everything that I used to hold dear to me, punching holes through walls and screaming, but another part of me wants to just cry, cry as hard as I can until my lungs give out. The thought of the punishment for either makes a big lump form in my throat and I decide to just stay on the phone with Izaac and talk to him about it.

“That’s not too bad.” His gruff voice rumbles out of the phone and hits my ears, where my jaw completely drops. I’m so ready to blow up on him right now. “Not too bad? Not too fucking bad?!” I nearly burst into a fit of angry tears, the urge to scream at him is overwhelming and I can’t stop, it’s like the toxicity is lingering in my throat trying to crawl out through my words and infect others. 

“Ayden..” His soft, tired voice stops everything immediately. I can imagine him still being curled up in his bed, suffocated by the boyish atmosphere of his room. The words blank in my head and I'm forced to listen, his voice is calming, like a sedative, and I just want to hear every last word he has to say.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all work out, m’kay?” I subconsciously nod on the other end, forgetting that he can’t see me. My brain has such a clear image of him right now, that I don’t bother to remember that he can’t see my facial expressions. All I’m thinking about is the sleep lingering in his voice, making it deeper and raspy, the tips of my ears grow hot and it begins to spread, down my cheeks and on my nose, at the simple sound of his words.

“Ayden, be a good boy and use your words.” The other boy giggles, it was a common joke between our friend group because of how the words are sexualized, and it was inherently funny, but I didn’t laugh I just croaked out a vague acknowledgment of his words, letting him know that I hear his words. I understand what he’s saying, I’m just… listening.

“Okay, so don’t worry about it too much.” The anger has completely left my body I’ll I can feel is a tingle rushing down my spine and spreading a heat throughout my body. I’m behaving like an obedient dog, listening to every commands my owner has to say, chasing that silently promised reward without another word.

“Okay…” I sighed nodding my head, listening to anything else he has to say, if he has anything more to say. “I’m going to go back to bed, okay?” He keeps this softspoken tone that makes me want to listen when he speaks, seeking it out like a starving animal seeking food. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay,”

“Bye, dude,”

“Bye.”

My voice cracked on the last word, not out of emotion, but because I was purely speechless. As the line went dead I sat there for a moment, thinking and wondering about what just happened. My brain is buzzing with activity, but I can’t make out any sort of coherent thought. I’m just silent. 

On one hand I was appreciative on how much my bestfriend knew about me, how much he was able to calm me down, and how easily he did it. One the other, though, I was confused, that joke, it hit different, why did it hit different? Is there something wrong with him? There’s gotta be, No one would ever take that joke seriously. 

Maybe I’m just being sensitive, or maybe I’m overthinking things, but I swear this was different, this was more, that joke was just as much of a joke to him as it was to me, but he has a girlfriend, he would never. This was wrong anyway, it wasn’t just wrong it was bad, sinful, revolting.

I was absolutely disgusted in my own behaviour, it was just horrible, how could I do this. I was an anomaly, I was wrong. My cheeks shouldn’t be flushed after our conversation, my body shouldn’t be buzzing with sensations, my dick shouldn’t be…

Oh.

Oh

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[dizzydancingdreamer]

PSA— If you don’t like it: don’t watch it. That’s all there is to it. Please get YOUR hate off MY dash.

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[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

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[bimb0beee]

hi :) i had a dream abt sero & here we are !!!

MDNI ‼️‼️

2.6k !!

sero x y/n

warnings: sero hanta. come eating? very small, sero is kinda mean, one mention of sir, fucking against a window, pet names? angel, princess, sweetheart & puppy. uhhhh idk what else to put 😵‍💫

i hope you like it 😪💕

There is nothing that pisses Sero off like rude reporters. Reporters, who he knows would never be able to do what he does. Most of the time he can keep his temper in control. Not today, though. It's been a very long day. All he wanted to do was get home to you. But his agency made him go to a press conference. The nerve of these people.

There’s blinding lights, flashes, and too many fucking people. He grins and takes it. It's part of the job. It's been a long day. It was almost over with; he was almost scot free. Then, some stupid asshole reporter had to open his mouth.

“Cellophane! Cellophane! So… you’re in the top 10. We all can recognize that. Although, what’s it like knowing you’ll never be at the top?” The nameless reporter has a smug look on his face. Sero is going to fix that.

“Well, um. Sir. It’s funny you have the audacity to ask me such a moronic question; we both know you would never have what it takes to be here, in my spot. I’m not doing this to be the top hero. I'm doing this because I care about my country. Why do I need to be at the top to do that? I can obviously tell you’re just envious you’ll never be at the top. Fucking beautiful women, miles above the city. A real pity it is to be you, isn’t it?”

Sero laughs hysterically off the stage and makes his way home to you.

You were watching Sero’s press conference biting your lip anxiously. You know how rough his day was and how bad he just wanted to come home. You knew the second that idiot opened his mouth, Sero was gonna stop caring about saving face. You were so embarrassed when Sero talking about fucking women; you knew he was implying you. One of his favorite things to do in his penthouse high above the city was fuck you against the large window. It was scary. It was exhilarating. He loved knowing he could ruin you and none of the little ants below would ever realize what he was doing. He fucking loved it.

You were more bashful about it, but he knows how much you liked the adrenaline of looking down while he abuses your cunt on his cock.

Your body is tingling with anticipation. You’re getting everything all tidy for him. You want to do whatever you can to make his mood lift, even if it is a little bit. His dinner is warm for him and get him a nice, cold beer in hopes it’ll wind him down.

You hear him grumbling when he stomps through the front door and he looks so angry, so irritated. Then he sees you, standing by the table with a nervous smile on your face and all that anger melts away.

He smiles and makes his way over to you, “Hi, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”

you lean up to kiss him and whisper into the kiss, “I always do, Hanta.”

He kisses you a few more times before he tickles your neck with his mouth and you can’t really help the elated giggles you let out.

“Go shower, Hanta. You smell like you’re covered in sweat. Your dinner and I will be waiting for you to come back!”

“Of course I smell like sweat. I am covered in sweat.”

He stalks off grumbling. All he wants to do is hold you and kiss you. He supposes a quick rinse won’t hurt. After all, making you pleased is one of his favorite things to do.

You’re fussing with your phone when he comes out, a cute little furrow on your brow. He hates it. He wants to get rid of it. He wraps his big arms around you and grunts in your ear, “What are you doing that has you so worked up, princess?”

You yelped and threw your phone when you felt his arms encircle you.

“N-nothing, Hanta. It's nothing…”

He quirks a perfectly sculpted brow at you. “Yeah? Then why did you throw your phone? Are you being… naughty, puppy?

Your insides are vibrating in anticipation. “No, no. Of course not, Hanta. Someone just sent me an article about that asshole at the press conference and I didn't want you to see…”

He tchs at you. “Enough of that shit, princess. I don't want to deal with any of that bullshit for the rest of the night. Alright? I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, at the agency. Right now the only thing I want is…”

He's attacking your neck with such an intense vigor you can’t help but moan out.

“B-but, Hanta… your food is getting cold!”

He licks a stripe up your neck before nipping at it; making you squeal in response.

“Actually, I have everything I need in my arms right now.

He manhandles you so your ass is directly on top of his hard cock, “This is the only thing I need tonight, puppy. Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, yes sir. I'll be whatever you want me to be, Hanta.”

He groans at how good you are to him and presses your body down so he can watch himself rub his cock against your sweet, little ass.

“You look so good bent over like this for me, don’t you, princess?”

“Gimme more, Hanta. Please, missed you so much all day…”

He releases you from his hold and you're about to whine out for him to come back.

“Shut up. Go in the room and strip for me, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good, angel. Promise.”

You're dashing away from him before he can blink and he laughs loudly at your eagerness. You've always been such a good girl for him. It makes your heart beat faster hearing how happy you can make him just by listening to his instructions.

Sero waits a bit, smashes a bottle of water in the hopes it'll give you enough time to be stripped and waiting for him. He doesn't want to punish you tonight. Sometimes he enjoys it. But tonight, he just wants you to be his sweet, obedient little puppy. His cock throbs at the thought of you taking him like the good little bitch you are.

He slowly makes his trek to your shared bedroom, salivating at imagining what you look like waiting for him. It's even better than he could have hoped for. You're on your knees, in the middle of your bed wearing absolutely nothing with a sweet smile on your precious face.

“Baby… don’t you just look so pretty for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

God, he loves when you're like this. So sweet; so willing to please. To do whatever debauched thing he wants you to do.

“Come here, angel.”

You slowly remove yourself from the bed and walk so slowly over to him. Basking in the way his eyes trail all over your body.

He smirks devilishly down at you, “This all for me, puppy?”

You look away from his eyes with a sweet blush adoring your cheeks, “Of course, Hanta. It's only ever for you.”

“Place your hands against the window, sweetheart.”

You can’t do anything but obey. You're absolutely quivering in excitement. Sex with Sero is always such an exerience. He's always so good to you.

He drops to his knees and spreads your cheeks so he can see your cunt tighten around nothing.

“Wow, puppy. You're dripping. You're a nasty little thing, aren't you?”

There is no time for you to reply when you feel his face so close to your cunt. And he inhales. Fuck. its so embarassing but it always makes you so fucking wet.

He moves you up a little bit so you can feel his warm tongue on your clit.

He flicks his tongue on it before he's shoving it inside as far as he can get it. Just because he likes to feel you clench on it. He takes one of his fingers and starts softly rubbing your clit and the reaction is instant. You're clenching down so hard he thinks you're gonna trap his tongue inside you forever.

“M-more, Hanta. Give me more…”

Who is he to deny you when you're asking him so sweetly? He starts to rub figure 8’s onto your clit, putting only the slightest bit of extra pressure on it. It’s driving you insane. You want more.

“More, Hanta! Before I-”

And then he stops. Tears stream down your face when he moves away and you look down at him when you see the look on his face.

“What was that, puppy? Was that a threat? You're supposed to be my good girl, and here you are acting like a fucking brat. I was ready to devour your sweet cunt just the way you like it, but I guess I can't even do that. Such a shame.”

“W-wait, Hanta. I’m s-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Too late for apologies, sweetheart. I wanted to take my time, but I guess I'll just have to take what I want instead.”

Now, sometimes. You love when Hanta takes his time. When he builds you up, up, and up. And the other times, you love when he just takes what he wants with you. Does he make you come? Sure. but he makes himself come first. There is something so utterly, so undeniably sexy about your sweet, precious hero using you like a cock sleeve.

Youre dripping down your thighs, it’s a nasty mess and sero fucking loves it. He strips down to nothing and forces your body around so you're facing him. You look so cute and fucked out waiting for him to shove his fat cock in your pussy. You're biting your lip, looking at him up and down. Staring so longingly at his cock.

“What are you staring at my dick for? Acting like you don’t know I'm about to shove this whole thing inside you, huh, sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, Hanta… I can't help myself sometimes.”

He chuckles at how cute you can be. Even when he's about to wreck your cunt.

Sero makes his way over to you; lightly grazing his hard cock around your soaking pussy lips.

“F-fuck, Hanta, you feel so good…”

“Yeah? Of course I do. It’s not about you right now though, is it, puppy?”

You blink up at him, unseeing. All you can think about is how nice his cock feels gliding against your pussy lips. He grabs one of your legs and puts it over his arm. You look so happy, so eager to please him it makes his tip drip with pre.

With no warning at all he slides his dick inside you as slowly as possible. You want him to shove it in rough, all at once. He knows this. Which is why he takes his sweet time. Watching your face twist in pleasure.

“Hanta, you're so big, please…”

“Can you shut up? For once?”

He grabs your other leg to go over his other arm and presses your back against the cold glass.

He’s unmoving. Feeling your cunt clench around him. Knowing how bad you want him to move. He doesn't give two fucks.

“I’m going to ruin you right here. Against this window. Above the world. This is my cunt, you know? I don't care how fast or hard you want me to go. I'm going to use you however I see fit. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, puppy.”

You clench down on him so tight he can’t help but let out a loud moan.

“You're disgusting, you know that? What kind of bitch gets off on the fact that she's about to be used like the whore she is. From a hero no less. You're nasty. Filthy.”

You whisper just loud enough for him to hear, “Of course I'm getting off to the fact that my hero wants to use my cunt.”

He slowly moves his hips, feeling the slick of your cunt. It glides so nicely around him he can’t help but fall in love with how good it feels.

“Such a nasty whore, taking my cock raw. You love it don’t you? Can you feel me, puppy? Can you feel me deep inside your guts?”

You can't think, you can't see. All you can do is focus on the feeling of him stretching you out to your limits. It feels so fucking good you might pass out.

You're drooling and he laughs at how fucked you look.

“I havent even done anything and youre dumb and drooling for it already? You're sick, puppy.”

He moves a little faster, and he can’t understand why it feels so good. Why does your cunt feel like heaven wrapped around him? He wants to obliterate your insides.

He walks you over to the bed without ever removing his cock from inside you. The way he is so strong that lifting you is nothing for him.

He throws you on the bed and you look up at him in confusion, wondering why his cock isnt nestled inside you.

He grabs you by the legs and yanks you over to him and enters you in one thrust.

He places your ankles on his shoulders and starts pounding you into the mattress.

He's moving in and out with such a brutal pace you're sure you're seeing stars.

“You love this don’t you? Love when I abuse your little cunt like nothing else matters? Love when I hit you so deep you can feel it in your throat.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Hanta. Love it so much, love your cock..”

“Yeah, puppy? Love when I fill you to the brim with my come, don't you? Want to be my little breeding bitch, don’t you princess?”

“Fuck, god, yes Hanta, please. Love feeling you come so deep inside me I cant even fucking reach it..”

“Yeah, princess? You love feeling it seep out of you, don’t you, angel?

You're sure you're trying to speak. It's coming out in garbled noise. He's hitting you so deep you're sure he's bruising your insides. It feels so good, his cock hits every spot it can. He's hitting your g spot with expert precision. You're clenching around him so tightly he’s sure he's going to burst at the seams.

He leans back to spit on your clit and starts rubbing it furiously.

“You gonna come for me, huh? Come on my cock like the good little bitch you are?”

You're about to moan out a yes, Hanta when he presses down just a little too hard on your clit and your eyes flash white. He keeps rubbing your it, keeps absolutely demolishing your cunt, extending your orgasm for as long as he can. He keeps going even after you're done, even after there are tears in your eyes telling him, “it’s too much, Hanta, too much” and he doesnt stop until he fills your cunt to the absolute brim with his come.

He collapses on top of you, completely exhausted from the day and his orgasm.

“Hanta,” you’re whining and smnacking him, “you’re heavy, get the fuck off before you kill me!”

He laughs at your indignant whining and slowly pulls out of you. He watches as you try to stop his come from seeping onto the bedsheets.

“Here, let me.”

And he pushes it all back inside you and grins wolfishly at the moan you let out.

“Hanta, please… let's go take a bath?”

He takes his fingers out of you and quirks an eyebrow at you waiting for you to open your mouth.

You do it obediently; sucking his come off of his fingers, making sure they're nice and clean like the good girl you are.

“Yeah, princess. We can do whatever you want.”

You smile so brightly at him, he's sure it rivals the stars.

“I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you more, princess.”

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All Yours || Stucky

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes; The reader is Bucky and Steve’s girlfriend.

Summary: Being claimed by someone can be frustrating, especially when they’re super soldiers. However, Y/N has no choice but to give in and face reality; she’s theirs. All theirs.

Genre: Smut

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, male x female, male x male, threesome, bondage, gagging, knife kink, innuendos of exhibitionism, face-slapping, use of sex toys, fingering (anal), orgasm denial, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, daddy kink, hair pulling, double penetration, marking, some fluffy shit at the end, polyamory relationship, and mild language

Word count: 3.2k+

A/N: I’m genuinely proud of myself because, for the first time in a very long time, I have been able to write a full one-shot in one day. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Feedback is appreciated as well.

Thinking that Bucky was just calling her in for another mission, she answered the door, only to find both him and Steve standing before her.

“Um, what do you-”

“If you don’t want your little Jonathan in there to be our next mission, step out right now.”

She looked around, Jonathan getting prepared to take her out for dinner in his bedroom.

“What is this about?” she asked, turning back to face the pair.

They appeared to be much closer than before, toned bodies centimeters from hers. She stepped back into the apartment as their arms reached for her.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll go with you,” she spoke cautiously.

“We want you,” Steve started.

“We need you,” Bucky finished.

She slammed the door shut as they again, reached for either of her arms.

“Who was that?” Jonathan asked, doing the button of his shirt as he approached her.

“I-It was the plumber,” she stuttered, guarding the door to her best ability.

“Don’t lie to him, princess,” Bucky sung.

Y/N sighed, body going limp against the door.

“Princess?”

Jonathan was quicker than her, reaching for the doorknob before she could stop him. Seeing a needle full of clear liquid disappear into his neck, Y/N scrambled to her feet, running to the nearest room. She felt bad for the guy but spared not one look back at him. She didn’t fail to slip a teensy pocket knife, more like a dagger, under the strap of her bra, throwing one leg over the edge of the window, doing the same with the other, before landing on the fire escape.

She waited a few seconds, slowing her breaths to her best ability. She scanned the area, neither of them in sight as she leaned up against the cool brick wall. The buzzing in her back pocket caused her breath to hitch. She quickly silenced the call, shutting her eyes as she heard the footsteps of people approaching.

Leaning over the edge of the fire escape, she checked to make sure the coast was clear. Using her hard-earned superhero abilities, she jumped about fifteen feet down, quietly landing on the tips of her feet. She put her head down, brisk walking to wherever her mind sought out.

One night spent with the pair, and suddenly they thought they owned her. Jonathan was a casual hookup, a distraction from both Bucky and Steve. While she hated the thought of being claimed as someone’s property, she was inevitably theirs. No one made her as happy as they did, no one made her smile as they did, no one fucked her as good as they did.

There was some sort of thrill being hunted down by the super soldiers. She hid in the darkness of a corner, cursing under her breath as she heard Bucky’s vociferation.

“Come on, kitten! Speak when you’re spoken to, it’s the least you can do!”

She watched, standing on her hinds before turning the opposite way.

“Going somewhere?”

If she’d only looked the other way to make sure Steve wasn’t there, she wouldn’t have been caught.

“It was fun while it lasted, I’ll admit that,” Steve retorted, arm tight around her bicep as he led her over to Bucky.

She fought against Steve’s grip, grunting as she landed right into Bucky. They both held her tightly as they took off for their shared apartment.

“For fuck sake, let go of me!”

“You want to get us into trouble, don’t you?”

Bucky shared a chuckle with Steve, the two soldiers using their strength to their advantage as they dragged Y/N down the dark alleyway. She’d completely forgotten about the little dagger under her shirt, the tip gently digging into her skin. With many things digging into her skin - Bucky’s metal fingertips into her wrist, Steve’s fingernails into her bicep, and the dagger into her breast - she hissed.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his grip managing to tighten around her wrist.

“You’re hurting me,” she paused, knowing Bucky would let go. “Both of you.”

Their expressions softened, grasps faltering.

Idiots.

She hunched over, pretending to cradle both of her arms before standing straight to stretch, her dagger pointed outward at Steve as she took off. She winked at them, dashing through the doors of the apartment building before rushing up to the boys' floor. She put the shower on, stripping down to her undergarments, and throwing her clothes about. She quickly punched Bucky’s phone number into her keypad, smiling wickedly as he picked up, voice gruff and breath heavy.

“Wha-”

“Come find me.”

She hung up before he could say anything else, tossing her phone onto the island before making her way to the bedroom, hiding behind the curtains of Steve’s floor-to-ceiling glass windows. She felt like a five-year-old playing hide and seek, even though she knew she’d be ruined by both Steve and Bucky. She held her breath, their footsteps going crazy on the wooden floors.

“She’s not in the shower,” she heard Steve huff.

“Wait….” Bucky’s voice trailed off.

She leaned back against the window, giving anyone outside quite a view. She squeezed her eyes shut as he swiped his hands across the curtains, his metal arm landing straight around her neck.

“Jackpot,” he muttered, peeling the curtain back to properly wrap his hand around her neck.

She shuddered at the difference in temperature - his cold hand on her hot neck.

“Found her, Stevie.”

He kept his eyes on her the entire time, the sound of Steve’s footsteps ascending toward the bedroom after he turned off the shower making her heart thump against her chest ten times faster. Bucky’s eyes landed on the dagger between her fingers, reaching down to grasp it between his own.

“I should fuck you right against this damn window.”

“Who’s to say that I’d let you fuck me anyw-”

His hand tightened around her throat, constricting her airways the slightest bit.

“Did I tell you to speak?”

“You told me to speak when I’m spoken to,” she quipped, squealing as he lifted her with no effort, throwing her on the bed.

“Such a smart ass, aren’t you?” Steve tutted, fingers puckering her cheeks as he shook her head side to side, smacking her cheek after he hoisted his hand.

She whimpered as Bucky worked on the rest of her body, binding her feet to one another, as well as her wrists behind her back with thick rope. Her eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed her neck, the rope soon replacing his fleshed hand. She rotated her wrists, crying out as her neck was pulled back by the garment.

“You move, you make it worse for yourself,” Bucky grinned, watching as her spine was straightened out for them.

Using her little dagger, he slid the blade beneath the strap of her underwear, sawing it back and forth until her underwear snapped. He did the same to the other side, snatching her underwear from her body before bunching up her underwear in his palm. Her eyes widened as he pried her mouth open, the remnants of her lace underwear being shoved into her mouth.

“Now, that’s to shut you up.”

Oh my god.

She narrowed her eyes at Steve as he brought in a tall chair for her to get a full view of the unholy acts that were about to unfold in front of her. She looked up at Bucky, the brunette smirking down at her.

“What’s wrong? You scared now?” he mocked, delicately dragging the blade up her torso before slicing through the center of her bra, leaving her completely nude with pieces of rope laced around her body.

She gulped, the cloth in her mouth giving her a severe case of cotton-mouth.

“Steve, put her on the chair for me, baby.”

His hand held onto the undersides of her thighs, lifting her before placing her on the chair.

“You look amazing like this,” he mumbled, teeth digging into the plump flesh of her bottom lip.

She sighed at the feeling of the cool leather pressed up against her heat. She seemed to be relaxed, watching Steve and Bucky lock lips as they slowly stripped each other of their clothing. They stopped briefly, lips parted into a pleasant grin as they looked over at her. The sight of her seated there so primly almost made Bucky spare her pity, but he learned from the last time.

“Don’t think you’re just gonna sit there and not receive any punishment,” Steve chuckled, walking over to her.

Her eyes glossed over as he took a hold of her breast, pinching down on her nipple. 

That damn dagger.  They were having too much fun with it, but she’d brought it herself. His hands spread her legs, running the blade up her thigh before pressing it flat against her cunt. She let out a throaty groan, legs shutting in the process.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned her, pressing the blade into the inner part of her thigh yet again.

Or what?

He pulled the blade away from her skin, leaving her exposed for both him and Bucky. Reaching into this magical drawer that seemed to be the actual jackpot, Steve’s fingers twisted at the end of the little pink toy, the toy vibrating against his palm.

How many people have you used that on?

Steve seemed to read her mind, chuckling as she jolted at the contact.

“This one’s just for you princess. This is the lowest setting, any movement, I put it up higher. If I see that you're cumming, I put it up higher. Got it?” he asked.

The silicone was smooth against her velvety walls, her back arching at the feeling of the vibrations inside of her. His fingers twisted her nipple again, regaining her attention.

“You move, or you cum, and I put it up. Got it?” he asked again, watching the way her eyebrows furrowed from bare pleasure.

She nodded desperately, her legs fighting the urge to clamp shut. He and Bucky went right back to their business, never failing to take their eyes off of her.

“Y’know, it kinda hurt my feelings when you said I was hurting you,” Bucky blurted out, his puppy-like eyes reeling her in.

She wasn’t seeing straight, her head dizzy and the temptation of her arousal about to burst in her lower stomach growing.

“Was I really hurting you doll?”

She shook her head no, her eyebrows furrowing as her fingertips dug into the bases of her palms.

“You made our boy sad. You should be ashamed of yourself,” Steve tutted.

She could feel her wrists involuntarily writhing against the restraints, her neck being pulled farther back. Her mouth opened wider, tongue working to find any saliva. She watched as Steve had Bucky laid on his stomach, both of their muscles on full display. 

Bucky moaned and groaned and whimpered, face contorting in pleasure as Steve pumped his fingers in and out of his tight hole. She watched as Steve’s hips slammed into Bucky’s from behind, both men letting out vulgar moans. She shivered at the sounds being made, hips rocking into nothing as she yearned for either of their touches.

“Steve,” Bucky panted, only not a moan of his name but a calling for Steve to increase the level of the vibrator.

Steve groaned, pulling out of Bucky with a grunt before walking over to her.

“Why can’t you fucking listen?” he grumbled, fighting the way her walls clenched around the toy as he pulled it out of her cunt.

She let out a sigh of relief, slouching in the chair as he twisted the knob several times.

Oh fuck.

Her eyes widened, jaw slackened, as the vibrations progressively grew louder.

“That’ll keep you busy,” he murmured, forcing the little toy back between her legs.

She sat upright again, knees bending inward as she neared her orgasm. She used every muscle in her tongue, prodding at the fabric until some of it was out of her mouth. She spat repeatedly, smacking her tongue against her chapped lips once her underwear was completely out of her mouth.

“Let me cum! Please!”

Her voice was broken, her throat parched.

“Please, I’ll do anything! Just let me cum!”

She begged over and over and over, her boys watching in amusement as she thrashed against the bindings, legs screwing shut as she clenched every muscle to hold her orgasm. They both looked over at her, Steve being the first to walk over to her.

“You get to cum on one condition.”

She groaned, head falling toward to rest on his rock-hard abdomen. He chuckled, fingertips tugging at the roots of her hair, pulling her head backward for her to look up at him. She rested her chin atop his stomach, her legs pushing themselves together even more.

“If you want to cum, I need you to look at me.”

She did exactly that, her lips puckering to place soft kisses along his skin.

“You can’t butter me up as easily as you do Bucky, kitten. If you want to cum so bad, you need to apologize to daddy-“

“I’m sorry, daddy-“

“No. I wasn’t done talking. You’re gonna over there, apologize to him, and ride him like the good little slut you are. Got it, baby?”

She nodded, her cheeks hot as he leaned down to undo the rope around her ankles. He pressed a sweet kiss to her heat, removing the toy before directing her to stand up.

“M-My hands,” she mumbled.

“No, no, kitten. You’re just gonna use that pretty pussy of yours to get the both of you off.”

She obliged, swinging one leg over Bucky’s waist, bending both knees as his hips parted her legs.

“‘M sorry, daddy,” she muttered, littering his chest in a series of kisses.

She let a quiet moan slip as he grasped her jaw, sloppily kissing her lips. His hands roamed down her body, hoisting her by the thighs the least bit before sheathing himself between her walls. Coming back up her body, his forefingers clutched onto the rope that so sweetly left welts in her skin. He tugged on it, earning a loud moan from her as her back arched. 

Steve came up behind her, pushing her right back onto Bucky’s chest before stuffing two fingers into her anus. She cried out, teeth grazing against Bucky’s jugular as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. She remained like that, Bucky’s hips snapping up into her as Steve found his way into her right hole bit by bit. She could feel herself shaking under both of their touches, an array of moans and profanities tumbling from her lips.

“Sit up, I wanna see your pretty fucking face,” Bucky hummed, watching as Steve caught her spent figure in his arms.

His lips bit and kissed the skin of her neck and her shoulders, fingertips digging into her hips as all three of their skin slapped in unison. That was until her phone rang. She wasn’t sure how it ended up in the room but both men’s paces slowed momentarily, Bucky putting the phone on speaker before holding it up to her face. She stayed quiet, her breathing heavy as they picked up the pace again.

“Answer or we stop,” Steve grumbled.

“H-Hel-lo?”

“Y/N, where the hell are you?”

Jonathan.

“I-I’m with S-Steve an-d Buck-y.”

She moaned the last syllable of Bucky’s name as he reached up, marking her breasts with his teeth.

“What’re you doing with them?”

If Jonathan didn't already hate the two men, he sure as hell did now, but they gave zero fucks.

“She’s getting her brains fucked out, buddy. Don’t call her ever again unless you want to fall asleep and never wake up again.”

Bucky hung up after he felt he had gotten his point across, pulling one last glass-shattering moan from Y/N before chuckling into the phone, singing a “buh-bye.”

“Does he fuck you like we do? Can he make you cum over and over?”

Her head rolled back at his words, walls clenching around him.

“No. H-He could never fuck me a-s good you guys do.”

“Good. Now, you’re ours, right?” Steve chimed in, one hand cupping her breast while the other rubbed tight circles on her sensitive nub.

“Yours. All yours.”

Those were the words that granted her access to finally cum. She let go with a broken moan, back arching into Steve as their movements continued. Their paces picked up and slowed down, hips sputtering as they too reached their high. She looked down at Bucky, chest heaving as his metal finger ran up and down her side.

“That was just round one, angel. We’ve got many more hours of love-making ahead.”

-

She pulled Bucky’s large t-shirt over her naked figure after just getting out of the shower, her skin covered in slick and sweat after hours upon hours of being sandwiched between her two soldiers. She watched as they made a space for her in the middle of the bed, being sandwiched between them yet again. Her back was pressed right up against Bucky’s front, her legs trapping Steve’s in their messy tangle of limbs. 

The side lamp was still on, giving a gentle, golden glow to the room. Bucky examined her hands, eyes tracing to where his metal hand clamped around earlier. Though there wasn’t a visible mark, he felt guilty at the thought of actually causing her pain.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.

“If you’re talking about my legs, yes-“

“No. Your wrist.”

The giggle that she and Steve shared died down as she turned around to look at him.

“Bucky, you didn’t hurt me. I knew you had a soft spot for me and I took complete advantage of that.”

“Yeah, but, if I did hurt you-“

She shut him up before either of them could start crying. She could see the faint layer of gloss covering his eyes. She pushed him onto his back, her hands cradling his face as she properly kissed him. His arms securely wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to his body. His eyes shut in content, leaning into her embrace. She pulled away, forehead against his as her thumb grazed against his cheekbone.

“You never hurt me, Bucky. I promise. I’ll let you know if you ever do, but you didn’t hurt me at all, except for the wicked ache both of you gave to my legs,” she chuckled, kissing him softly once more.

“And what was that? The thing you said earlier? Something about being ours?”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, running her fingers through Steve’s hair as she rested her head on Bucky’s pillow, her chest resting against the side of his neck. She watched the big smile that broke onto both of their faces, not a single word even exiting her mouth yet.

“I’m yours. Both of you,” she breathed out. “I denied it for a long time, sleeping around with other people, but you two just keep reeling me back in.”

Steve kissed her knuckles, watching as Bucky tilted his head back to kiss her neck.

“So it’s official?” Bucky asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he looked up at her.

“It’s official. I’m all yours, mon amours.”

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i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

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[griffintail]

Finding a Forgotten Memory

Summary: A happy ending for this post and this one. 

Pairings: Parental! Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Tommy x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: ANGST! But there’s a happy ending.

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         Tommy swept his gear on the floor as he paced the length of his bedroom in his hotel, warm tears rolling down his face.

         He remembered the day Ghostbur had stormed into his home, balling, his tears creating smoke, that he couldn’t find his little blue. He had assured the ghost, she was fine. Probably hiding or she wandered a little farther than she should have.

         Grabbing his sword in case the search took too long, he followed Ghostbur into his sewer he’d moved back into after Tommy’s freedom from exile. Inside, Tommy had a few doubts as he looked at the bit of wreckage around the place.

         “Did you do this looking for her Ghostbur?” Tommy asked, sitting a barrel upright.

         “N-No. I-I s-s-s-he…” The ghost couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

         “I’ll look outside. Stay here in case she comes back alright?”

         Ghostbur nodded rapidly, clutching onto an already full piece of blue. Tommy nodded before leaving the sewer calmly then booking it to Phil’s.

         “Phil!” Tommy shouted, slamming the door open, startling the man and his crows. “There’s something wrong with Ghostbur.”

         “What? What’s wrong?” Phil immediately stood up.

         Tommy explained the situation and they both gathered everyone they could, a search party formed. (Y/N)’s name was shouted into the wind as everyone separated into many corners of the Dream SMP land and the L’Manberg land. Even people like Sapnap and Punz helped them look in their more familiar areas.

         But they couldn’t find the little girl and mobs had started to come out. Tommy, Phil, Techno, Fundy, and a few of L’Manberg citizens continued their searches. Techno and Phil went into more in-depth searches or rather questionings. Yet…there was no word of her…

         That was the night Phil fabricated the lie.

         “We’ll only use it till we figure out what happened. Ghostbur will have to believe it because Fundy refuses to talk to him but he likes (Y/N).” Phil assured the younger as he fidgeted in worry.

         They’d try to figure out what happened in the next few days!

         …

         Then a few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months…

         They’d lost hope and even though there was no message on the walkies, they knew the magic had a range and (Y/N) …she had to be gone…They didn’t know what happened, could only speculate.

         Time had to move on and people grieved, Tommy taking it hard as the little girl had helped him through hell without knowing. She was part of his family and she had made him smile when he needed it the most, not even knowing he had needed her little games and laughs. He wished he had those when he had gone through the final battle with Dream, yet even after his victory, he continued to grieve and now seethe as Dream dangled a fruit of revival in front of him.

         Listening to the same horse shit, day after day…

         They had told Ghostbur once or twice in the beginning but Phil told everyone to keep up the lie when the ghost would just break completely, unable to function at all. Tommy couldn’t handle it anymore that Ghostbur didn’t remember the one thing he thought the ghost would never forget. That he wasn’t grieving like him. The little girl only helped Tommy through a rough time but that same little girl was Ghostbur’s entire world! It wasn’t fair to her memory that Ghostbur simply forgot the end of it!

         He knew the ghost couldn’t help it and that the ghost would break if he actually remembered but it frustrated him to no end because Tommy didn’t forget and broke at his own memories and he couldn’t live like this anymore! He…he couldn’t let the little girl be gone any longer…

         He looked at the prison from his window, before clenching his hands. He needed to pay an “old friend” a visit.

         …

         Tommy stood on the other side of the netherite blocks as the lava behind him finished cascaded down and the barrier was gone between him and the smiley masked man.

         “Tommy! What do I owe the pleasure?” Dream asked, spreading his arms as he laughed.

         “Business. I want that revive book Dream.”

         “The revive book? You know I can’t just give that to you Tommy. I won’t revive Wil—”

         “Not…Wilbur,” Tommy muttered.

         Yes, the boy wanted his older brother back but he wanted this little girl back first.

         “Not Wilbur? Who would you want? Not Schlatt.” Dream mocked and Tommy clenched his jaw.

         “Just shut up you bastard and listen!” Tommy shouted and Dream stopped, watching. “You’re going to bring (Y/N) back or I’ll never visit you again and we both know how much you want me to visit.”

         Dream stood there before grinning wickedly behind his mask. “(Y/N)? Huh. You’re going to have to remind me who they are…”

         “YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO SHE IS!” Tommy snapped, doing his best to keep his tears in. “She was the little girl you hated because she made me happy during exile!!”

         “Oooh, right. Ghostbur’s kid.” He chuckled, turning from him. “How’s he doing?”

         Tommy restrained himself with great difficulty.

         “Such a bad memory, his child going missing, I’m sure he’s practically been destroyed…”

         Tommy felt the warm tears in the corner of his eyes as he took deep breaths.

         “Or did he finally forget the little brat?”

         He lost it.

         He pinned Dream to the obsidian wall and barked at his smiley mask.

         “YOU’RE GOING TO BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW YOU GREEN FUCKING PRICK!”

         Then Tommy saw his wicked grin under his mask.

         “I’d love to Tommy, but I can’t bring back what’s living.”

         “W-What?” Tommy sputtered, confused.

         Dream laughed as Tommy let him go.

         “You never saw the message because there was no message to have! It wasn’t my goal after all to kill her.”

         Tommy’s world stopped before his heart pounded. She…She was still alive?! But Dream had been in prison for three months after they finally decided she was gone. She…She wouldn’t have survived…

         “And now that you know, the clock is ticking Tommy. Will you lose her and have to deal with another ghost? Of course, I can make it simple. Let me out and I’ll give her right back.”

         Tommy shook. He had mourned for her. He had stopped…looking for her…

         Shaking his head, Tommy stepped behind the barrier, it going up, shocking Dream. No, Tommy needed to make this right.

         “I’ll find her. Suck it, green boy.” Tommy snarled, before stepping onto the bridge.

         “YOU WON’T! SHE’LL DIE BEFORE YOU FIND HER TOMMY! ONLY I KNOW WHERE SHE IS AND SHE’LL STARVE SLOWLY!”

         But Dream underestimated Tommy’s determination…

         …

         “PHIL!” Tommy shouted on the walkie as he sprinted back for his hotel for his gear.

         “Don’t talk to me, Tommy! How could—” Phil started to yell at him.

         “(Y/N) IS STILL ALIVE!”

         “W-What?” Phil stopped.

         “I went to Dream to revive her and he admitted to taking her. She’s still alive. We need to find her now!”

         Tommy slid slightly as he got to the entrance of the hotel before dashing in.

         “H-How, what?!”

         “IT’S A LONG STORY NOW WE NEED TO LOOK! We need to every fucking place Dream’s ever been!”

         They had figured she had been kidnapped. They just hadn’t known by who. Dream had been prime suspect, but even then, he had an alibi; and at the time, they couldn’t exactly search the most powerful man’s places.

         “O-Ok. Ok! I’ll get everyone!”

         Tommy grabbed his gear and went to meet with everyone else. The search was back months later but they had new information. Dream was tricky with his hiding and everyone had to be clever as they went into different corners of the world…

         Tommy didn’t sleep for two days as they searched everywhere they could as his thoughts went rampant. What if Dream was just messing with him again? Lying to get him to let him out! What if Tommy had just given everyone false hope…

         Then as the sun just breaking into light purples on a new day, Tubbo cried out on the walkie.

         “WE FOUND SOMETHING! WE FOUND SOMETHING IN DREAM’S BUNKER!”

         Fear didn’t even grip Tommy as he sprinted for the nether portal. Tubbo, Ranboo, and a small crew of others took to the task of taking the bunker physically apart in hopes to find anything.

         Tubbo justified by saying this was where Dream had held his biggest cards. He wouldn’t have kept (Y/N) too far from there.

         Tommy stumbled into the room as he saw Ranboo standing back to be there if someone got stuck as Tubbo, Foolish, and Jack carefully digging around a mechanism they had destroyed. Tommy pulled out his own pick and joined them.

         After some time, they managed to crumble away stone into a hallway.

         “I’ll go,” Tommy muttered.

         He hated the tight space of the hall but he had to know and if it was a trap, he wanted to take it. Carefully going down the hall with his axe instead, he didn’t go too far before he found a door. Opening it slowly, he found a plain room and…a little girl in a dirty blue hoodie spinning around bored in the room.

         “(Y/N)!” Tommy choked on a sob before dashing into the room and hugging her tightly.

         She yelped in surprise before grinning widely. “Uncle Tommy! I told Dream you’d visit!”

         Tommy cried as he squeezed her. She was so naïve as always. She hadn’t changed in the missing months…He missed his niece so much.

         “Your crying! I don’t have any blue.” She said, looking around the empty room.

         “I-I’m ok (Y/N).” He laughed quietly. “They’re happy tears…but there’s a ghost that would love to see you…”

         She gasped. “I missed daddy! Is he here?”

         “No…but I know he’d love to play a game of hide and seek…”

         “Ok, do you have any food? The tall man hasn’t brought me any.” She explained as he stood up.

         He frowned in confusion before his eyes went wide. The person that had been helping Dream while he was in prison.

         “(Y/N), what did she look like?” Tommy asked quickly.

         She shrugged. “He was very tall and he wore funny clothes and he wore a mask.”

         “Like Dream’s?”

         She shook her head. Tommy frowned deeply. Who the hell had been helping him?

         “I don’t have food on me but I’m sure Ghostbur will gladly give you dinner.”

         She grinned as he carried her out. The others cheered seeing the pair, sharing hugs with her as Tommy continued to hold her. Everyone over the radio celebrated as Ranboo made the announcement. Phil nearly collapsed in happiness when they got to L’Manberg, relieved he hadn’t lost another child he had helped care for.

         Reluctantly, before Tommy brought her to the sewer, Tommy told her not to tell Ghostbur about her “trip”. It was a little secret between the two of them. She promised not to tell and Tommy brought her into the sewer, seeing Ghostbur was doing his daily morning to find his little blue. He hid (Y/N) in a barrel he knew Ghostbur checked before rushing out.

         He waited by the door as he heard a cry of laughter, smiling lightly before leaving, his work done.

         “There you are little blue! It’s breakfast time, not time to play hide and seek!” Ghostbur laughed, hugging the little girl tightly, not really understanding why he had before he gasped hearing her stomach rumble. “You’re starving! Let’s have a big breakfast!”

         She giggled, agreeing with him as she snuggled into him.

         “Your hoodie is getting dirty, we’ll wash that before we go visit Phil and Tommy, ok?”

         “Ok, daddy. I love you.”

         “I love you too my little blue. I love you so much.” He muttered without thinking, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

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[notnctu]

haechan: the cocky | vol 1

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :) 

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: oral, voyeurism, explicit language ☆ WC: 2,659 ☆ SYNOPSIS: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: happy halloween everyone!! pls read the background info before proceeding with the fic!! absolutely pwp, there is no real plot here besides smut LOL and yes there will be a part two ! maybe multiple parts idk yet lol depends on my story building 

Tossing your backpack into the corner of your room, you pounce on your bed as quickly as possible. There was something about Haechan’s outfit choice today: baggy relaxed pants and an oversized plain white tshirt that only he could pull off. Something about his cool, carefree attitude riles up an inexplicable part of you. And though you didn’t have much time to drool over his incredibly impressive outfit before dashing for your 10 AM, it is all that’s been running through your head.

And truthfully if you had been caught staring for even a millisecond, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him. You’ve seen this guy go two days straight sitting in his boxers and wrinkled old tee as he yells profanities at his computer monitor. Yet, in some egotistical world, Haechan still manages to be the cockiest person in the whole house.

Haechan has pulled quite a fair share of girls, but nothing in comparison to Jaehyun or Johnny. The reason behind his sly smirks and obvious traveling eyes could possibly be that he’s pulled you, quite a number of times.

Haechan never really peaked your interest until he became the one you spent the most time alone with. He is not the type to boast about his sexual encounters, so you really had to squeeze it out of him. Long talks of his cunnilingus tactics had you wet by the end of it all, not expecting that this gamer boy had such an eager passion for seeing girls squirm from his tongue.

Eager and strong enough passion to ask if he could get a taste of you, then proceeded to bring up all the moments that he has passed by your room to see you sprawled across your bed naked and rubbing one out. You had a poor habit of not closing your door all the way.

However strangely enough, you didn’t feel embarrassed that Haechan was the one who saw you. In fact, if anyone in the house did catch you masturbating, you’d hope it was him. Your relationship is comfortable to the point of seeing the worst sides of each other, you could be your true self around him because he wasn’t some playboy to impress. He is and always will be, Lee Haechan, the boy that sucks at arm wrestling.

So as you check your housemates’ locations and thinking that the coast is clear, you begin to peel off your bottoms and panties. Every naughty thought of Haechan rolls into your lustful mind. Tugging at his fluffy hair. His plushy tongue against your clit. His light spanks against your ass. His needy hands gripping your thighs. His low throaty moans.

You get into your favorite position --- ass up, on your knees and legs spread open, with your face buried in a pillow. Your hand tries to mimic his touch: gently teasing your nipples, trailing down your stomach until you reach your sensitive bud. Your fingers gather your slick and automatically, Haechan’s name escapes your lips. Closing your eyes, you recall all the times he’s eaten you out until you’ve seen stars.

Now if Haechan wasn’t so forgetful, he wouldn’t have to drive all the way back home to grab his notebook for lecture. When the boy enters the house, he takes note of your scattered shoes at the door and the faint sound of your voice. Curiously, he walks up the stairs to the rooms and hears you calling for him and concludes that you probably heard him come home.

When he approaches your slightly opened door, he sees an image that immediately halts him in his tracks. Through the rather large slit, he has the clearest view of your dripping pussy and quick fingers rubbing at your clit. And he registers your calls for moans. You were moaning his name, not calling for him.

He glances around at the other open rooms to check if anyone else is home, but that is probably why you thought it would be completely fine to not close your door, again. When he returns to the incredibly sexy scene of you masturbating to the thought of him, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t even hear his heavy breathing.

A tent forms in his pants as he feels all his blood rushing to his shaft. He’s beyond turned on, like come on, it’s him you’re thinking about. This does nothing, but fuel his already large ego. Haechan enters your room and clears his throat, “you should really learn to close your door, baby.” 

Your momentum breaks at the sheer fear of someone else’s voice. Panic settles and the first thing you see when you look up is Haechan’s small smirk. He leans against the frame of your door, arms crossed and eyes never leaving your figure.

“Why are you home?!” You throw a pillow at him, very well annoyed at his presence and for ruining your private time. Sitting up on your knees, you try covering your lower half with your blanket. Haechan is quick to stop you, while simultaneously shutting your bedroom door.

“I forgot my notebook.” He leans in, lips inches away from yours and his hand pulling the sheets off your body. “I have twenty minutes to spare, so let’s make this quick, mmh? Seems like you’re in need of my assistance... again.” His eyes are dark, and the sunlight that seeps through your shades shines so beautifully against his melanin. The faint smell of his cologne messes with your mind and god, you want him so bad and you hate that he can tell.

“Get back into your previous position and show me how you touch yourself.” He leaves a quick peck on the corners of your lips before standing at the end of your bed. 

“What if I don’t want to?” You’re not usually bratty with other partners, but Haechan’s assertiveness and overall aura draws it out of you so naturally. 

He pokes his tongue at the inside of his mouth, protruding his cheek and tilts his head at your bratty attitude. Staring you down with hungry eyes and a raised eyebrow, he says in a serious tone, “no time for games right now. You want me or not?” 

“Yes, please.” You nod with urgency once you realize that Haechan still had class to get to. Turning back around, you rest comfortably on your elbows with your knees firm on the mattress. Your hand travels down to circle your clit again, resuming your previous lustful actions before Haechan interrupted you.

Every jolt runs down your legs as a pumping surge of electricity, all the way down to your toes. Haechan palms himself watching you get back into the mood, biting his bottom lip at the delicious sight of your glistening, pretty pussy on display for him. It doesn’t take much before he hurries to get under you and in between your legs.

He lays back flat on the bed as you hover over him, your hand still rubbing intensively at your bud and your juices collecting in your palm. Taking your wrist, he guides your wet fingers into his mouth. You moan knowing your fingers are being cleaned by Haechan, him sucking your taste off of you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, bringing your hips closer to his face. Without another second of hesitation, he licks a long strip across your clit. 

“Hyuck..” It has been established between the two of you that you have special rights to use his government name. He loves how hot it sounds coming from you, like it is meant to be spoken only by you. “..I’m.. already.. going to burst.”

He kisses your inner thighs, then encapsulates your bud in his mouth. Your legs give out at the mind blowing pleasure that comes with Haechan’s plushy licks. His tongue doesn’t leave your clit for more than a second, suckling and rubbing it like his life depended on it. 

When you peer down at him, his face is entirely pressed up against your body: nose digging into your skin and mouth latching on for a taste. He gives your ass a little spank, then grabbing a handful to squeeze. The tinge of pain turns into pleasure as the feeling of static runs throughout your lower half. 

Haechan tries to free himself from his pants, growing painfully hard that it began to feel strained. One hand unzips and tugs down hastily at his bottoms, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He lifts his shirt up as far as it can go, not once breaking his attention on making you feel good.

You yelp when his two fingers enter your hole abruptly, gathering enough of your slick to cover his own dick. With your wetness, he strokes his tip with his thumb and the vibrations from his moans sends shivers down your spine. But Haechan is more than skilled at multitasking, jerking himself off while he eats you out.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Your head turns enough to see movement in your peripheral vision. You can infer two things: Haechan is half naked and fucking his hand so fast that it shakes the bed a bit.

“Of course I am. You’re fucking hot, baby.” He only pulls away briefly to speak, his soft tongue flicking rapidly harder against you now. Haechan knows you’re close, without you needing to say much. Your toes curl at the intensity, your moans become louder, and you’re gripping onto his hair as tightly as possible.

The peak of your mountain is at the tip of your lips, your legs are about to give out at any moment, but Haechan is showing no mercy to slow down. “Just like that, shit.” Your hips mindlessly grind with his fast-paced rhythm.

Haechan can feel his own release coming just as quick, his own grip growing tighter around his shaft as his hips have no caution to stop. “Give it to me, (Y/N).” His low grunts solely push you to your edge, as you announce your orgasm. 

Your shaking legs uncontrollably twitch around his head as the euphoric feeling fills your blood stream. Like a knot coming undone, it’s the most rewarding feeling you’ve ever felt. You try to catch your breath as Haechan unlatches from your swollen clit, and his moans replace yours. 

“(Y/N),” He barely manages to speak and you look down in between your legs to see him biting his bottom lip hard and eyes closed. “--I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk... when I get back..” and with that, he cums all over his lower stomach, short strings of white landing across his body.

You roll off of him, grabbing tissues from your nightstand to clean him up. “Are you still going to make it?” A hoarse laugh rumbles your chest as Haechan remembers the lecture he has to attend.

“I’ll just show up late.” Wiping the last bit off of him, he gets up to hurriedly zip himself up. “Why are you suddenly so needy?” He jokes, partially. A smug grin appears reminding you of his haughty personality. 

You scoff at his remark, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” 

“Yeah, but why do that when I clearly give you the best orgasms of your life.” He shrugs, his tone being quite matter of fact. He chuckles mischievously at your displeased expression, running out your room before you can chase him out.

“Okay, I’m leaving!” He yells from the hall, hurrying down the stairs to catch the last half of his lecture. 

“Bye, thank you... I guess..” You pull your panties up, your voice trailing off when you step out of your room to the top of the stairs to watch him leave.

He stops to peer up at your obvious fucked out appearance, admiring you all in your glory. “Any time, baby. What are housemates for?” Haechan winks flirtatiously before he shuts the front door.

The rhetorical question repeats in your head, what are housemates for? 

As everyone floods back home later in the day, you and Haechan act as if nothing happened. That’s the thing about you two, Haechan never really feels the need to brag to the others, only if provoked. 

You two can live in this house with the other three not expecting a single thing, not knowing that there is courage behind Haechan’s bold statements. Not even the way Haechan stares at you sometimes can give anything away. This man is too slick, too quick on his feet to ever be caught.

“You make it to all your classes today, Haechan?” Johnny asks as the three of you devour the dinner Doyoung made, Jaemin once again not being home. 

“Yes, dad.” Haechan answers sarcastically and stuffs his mouth full of dinner rolls. “I had a midterm that I totally aced.” He smiles proudly, but your ears catch onto the first half of his sentence and immediate guilt settles.

“You had a midterm?” The tone of your question raises a few eyebrows at the table, the rest of the boys wondering why you sounded so worried.

Nevertheless, Haechan doesn’t lose his cool. He simply bids you his sugary sweet smile and says, “not for that one.” 

“No flirty eyes at the table.” Doyoung scowls as Haechan’s corner lip twitches into another infamous smirk. He somewhat enjoys the thrill of almost getting caught, you make it all too easy for the others to find out.

You gulp your food harshly and shy away from Haechan’s dark gaze, not knowing the right words to recover your slip up. Jaehyun acknowledges the confusion in the room, laughing nervously at your sudden bashfulness, “why did (Y/N) sound so worried?” 

Your food gets stuck in your throat, waiting to hear what Haechan has to say to your nosy housemates. “I had to come home to grab my notebook and missed the beginning of class. She’s just looking out for me, it’s cute.” 

And your eyes make the most dramatic roll, “I should’ve just let you to suffer the consequences.” 

“But you’re a good girl.” Haechan barely lets you finish, his sharp-witted tongue almost cutting you off.

“(Y/N) is the best girl.” Johnny ruffles your hair and picks up your chin, being oblivious to the sexual tension between you and Haechan. “Now, did my best girl go to all her classes today?” 

You push his large hand off of you, grumbling lowly, “yes, Johnny.” Mindful to not say dad as it would steer him with too much satisfaction, “unlike you delinquents, I actually go to class and stay for the whole thing.”

“I do too.” Doyoung bickers.

In response, you pinch his cheek harshly. “I know and I’m always proud of you, my bunny.” 

Haechan clears his throat obnoxiously, “I’m going to play games, hop on when you all are done.” He takes a few more dinner rolls as he starts heading up the stairs with his plate of food.

“Can’t, I have someone coming over in a few.” Jaehyun stuffs his cheeks full of deliciousness.

“Me too.” Johnny chimes and you’re repulsed that more than half of the house is going to be having sex at the same time. 

“In that case, that is my cue to leave and put on noise canceling headphones.” Doyoung gathers his plate to rush out of the scene. 

Jaehyun and Johnny finish their dinners at an impressive speed, “don’t be too loud, Haechan!” Johnny loudly proclaims and though you can’t see Haechan’s face, you can imagine his devilish smile through the cadence of his voice.

“Oh, trust me. I won’t be the loud one tonight.” Your phone lights up from incoming texts. As your eyes register the messages, you almost choke on your food at the implications. 

housemate haechan: come to my room when you’re done

housemate haechan: and don’t expect to walk tomorrow:) 

And you’re finishing your dinner as fast as everyone else is, shamefully excited to make your way upstairs. 

What are housemates for?

#neowritingsnet #nct-writers #kpopscape #neothestars #nct scenarios #nct smut #haechan #lee haechan #haechan smut #nct imagines

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“You’ll Love Me in the Morning”

(Miya Atsumu 18+)

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while. It’s based off this guy I knew who was a pain in the ass to deal with and I was sure he’d kill me. He didn’t though, so now this exists. Full circle, yeah?

(CW/TW: Yandere!Atsumu, [I don’t like that term for this, but it describes it well enough, I suppose???], Incel!Atsumu [??????], Non-con, Sadism, Crying, Recording, Kidnapping, A dash of Misogyny, Spitting, Slapping, Punching, Kicking, Fighting, Strangulation, Borderline snuff [but no actual death], Mind-break???, Name-Calling, !!THIS IS FUCKED UP!!, Bad proofreading but I tried my best<3, please tell me if there’s a mistake somewhere.)

Atsumu is a demented heathen and you finally have to face what you’ve picked up on for so long. This isn’t shocking. You told everyone he was weird. Why didn't they believe you?

You thrash violently against his hold as he drags you back to his bedroom by your hair. His grip is strong and unwavering. You throw punches at his arms and try to dig your heels into the ground, that only earns you a harsh tug forward.

“You fucking weirdo! Let me go!” You yell at him but he doesn’t even spare a glance over his shoulder to be face to face with your indignation.

You start to fight even harder, with more fury when he grabs the door handle to his room. You know you don’t want to go back in there and you fear you’ll never come back out if you do. You dig your nails into his forearm as you kick at his legs. You're screaming your lungs out, hoping to god that someone hears you and comes to your rescue.

Where does that get you? Nowhere.

It takes the athlete so little effort to throw your struggling body to the floor of his room and slam the door behind himself. For a second, the fight’s knocked right out of you and you're silent as you see his menacing figure loom over you.

The expression on your face is that of a deer in headlights— Atsumu can’t help but feel a little pleased and sadistic.

He looks amused, like this is all a game to him. He wears that same cocky smirk, but his eye’s are no longer gentle, there’s a darkness behind them that you know for a fact you would've picked up on had it been there before.

Why did you agree to come here?

“I want to go home, Atsumu.” You declare sternly as you get back to your feet and meet his eyes. Really though, you don’t think you can keep this facade up. Your heart is beating out of your chest and the only thing keeping you on your feet and not shaking about is will power. “Where are my clothes?” There’s demand in your voice, but you’re sure even Atsumu can hear it waver.

“Come on, baby,” He steps toward you and for every one of his steps forward you take one step back. Soon enough you're pressed up against his wooden bed frame. “Just be good for the camera.”

You eye it, the red light signaling that its recording from on top of his tv stand across thee room.

“No!” You push at his chest. It’s pure muscle. Even through the fabric of his black shirt you can feel it. You can’t fight him, but you’re not going to give up.

“Why not?” His voice is honeyed. He lifts your head by your chin and lets his thumb run over your bottom lip. His eyes meet yours and they’re filled with feigned compassion, like he hadn’t just thrown you to the floor. “I’ve been so nice to you.”

“Because I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You were supposed to be hanging out but you woke up with your clothes gone and hidden away. “Atsumu, I rejected you. Why don’t you get it?” You stare daggers right back into his brown eyes, but he just chuckles and harshly presses his lips to yours.

Your hands hastily grab onto the fabric of his shirt as you fall back onto his bed, his lips not leaving yours for a second. His large frame traps you under him. Your hands are flat against his chest as you try to push him off. It’s useless, you feel him smile against your lips as he uses one hand to grab both of your wrists and hold them away from himself. Quickly enough, your legs come up to kick at him. It’s doesn’t last very long. You whimper into his lips as a strong hand comes down to slap your thigh. It stings like hell and has you relenting immediately.

“Kiss me back.” He demands breathily, only parting for a second to look you in the eye and tell you what to do.

Needless to say, you refuse.

That only has him sitting up, and slapping you silly when you don't comply.

He holds your arms firmly and whales on you. He’s saying something about you being a “disrespectful and unappreciative bitch”. You can barely hear him—not over your small whines as you try to turn your head and wriggle away from him. He slaps you about ten times before he stops.

He lets you go— moves off of you, and you hastily move to the headboard. Maybe if you don’t actually try to run he won’t hurt you anymore.

“Atsumu-”

“What happened to ‘Tsumu?” Even if you weren’t looking each other dead in the eyes the smile he wore would be more than obvious in his voice.

There you go with that deer in headlights look again like you’re the victim, he thinks to himself. He’s the one with the broken heart; not you.

He moves himself closer to you, officially giving you no where to go or run to. He’s right between your legs when he leans forward to kiss you again. You still don��t reciprocate.

“Yer bein’ difficult,” He scolds, lacing his hand in your hair and yanking you to the side. Your heads cocked uncomfortably but you still keep your eyes on him.

“Please let me go.” Your voice isn’t strong anymore more, you’re practically begging.

You don’t even see it because you flinch when he does it but you feel it. His spit lands, frothy, thick and disgusting on your cheek.

“Stop asking that shit, yer not goin’ anywhere.” Your body tenses. Your hands come to your chest, almost curling in on yourself, when you feel his hand strike your tits— each once, individually. “Say you love me.” He yanks your hair again.

He pinches your thigh when you don’t respond quickly enough.

You just jerk away from the feeling.

Your first tear falls upon the realization that you’re not getting out of this and they seemingly never stop coming afterwards.

He lets go of your hair and your first move is to try to run away from him. You make it barely past his shoulder when he slams you down onto his mattress again. Your head bumps into the headboard on the way down, but he pays that no mind.

The struggle is violent, you’re scratching him like a wild animal and none of your kicks land solidly on any part of him. He slaps and punches you several times telling you to knock it off, but not once do you relent. He ends up with his palm flat against your face pressing you down firmly into the mattress as he pulls his sweats and boxers down and positions himself at your entrance.

You feel the head of his dick smooth right between your folds and you feel the wetness of his precum spread along with it. For the first time, your hit lands solid. You slap him across the face and bite his palm.

The only thing you see is his displeased face before your world is made a spinning blur by his fist meeting with the side of your head, it’s filled with way more violence than the last few times. Then he lands one of your stomach and it knocks the air out of you right before he guides himself into you.

You try to scream, but the sounds not there. It feels like he is tearing you apart from the inside. You twist in agony and you can hear him laughing at you. Then he moves himself and the pace is brutal. He wants you to hurt, he doesn't have to say it.

His calloused hands wrap around your throat and squeeze tightly. You're going to die; Atsumu is going to kill you.

You flounder beneath him but he pays it no mind. Moans spill from his lips like he’s enjoying himself.

“Baby, I’ve wanted this for so long,” He looks you dead in the eyes with that cruel smile. “But you don’t know how to give men what they want, do you?” Your mouth hangs open when you try to gasp for air— he takes the opportunity to spit right onto your tongue. “Been so nice for so long, but incompetent bitches like you wanna play hard to get. Hate that shit.” His grip on your throat loosens for a second; you manage to get a little air right before he tightens both hands right back again.

Now it feels like he’s trying to ram his dick right past your cervix. Bug eyed and terrified, you shake your head. It hurts so fucking bad.

“Yer bleedin’, ya know?” It’s a low chuckle. When he looks down to see where your bodies meet, then looks back up at you, he smiles. “Sluts like you deserve it. Pussy’s gunna be destroyed for anyone else who tries to use it.” His grip is now impossibly tight and you’re sure this is it. You’re sure he’s going to kill you.

This is no way to go. You don’t want to die like this, with Atsumu violating you and your lungs burning. You kick at his sides and its weak along with your slaps to his forearms and scratches at his face. Still, his skin is marked red and on the verge of bleeding in some areas.

You're coughing and trying to sit up but he slams you back down by your neck. Drool starts to fall from the corner of your mouth and you want to beg him but you can’t. Your hands squeeze at his forearm, trying to appeal to his better nature.

He just calls you a weak little bitch. “Should learn to smile for the camera, yer gonna be my little snuff star soon.” He beams.  You squeeze his arm even harder, the pads of your fingers are sure to leave bruises.

As your tunnel vision starts to kick in he lets go and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth. You choke around them as you try to catch your breath.

Your body’s limp and you’re not fighting him anymore, you’re just coughing viciously around his fingers as the worlds color comes back to you.

“Stop cryin’” He reprimands as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth to slap you. The delivery is as rough as ever but you’re too dazed to register it fully; you just let out a painful mewl. You hadn’t even realized you were still crying, but it’s even worse now. You feel the snot pooling around your upper lip. “Yer not fuckin’ dead. What the fuck are you still doing that for.”

Your chest feels heavy as you stop coughing and gasp for air. Your throat hurts, your strength is gone, but you’re alive and sure there’s a god. There has to be, you were sure Atsumu would kill you. Still, Atsumu is ramming himself right into your cervix like he’s going to magically break past it.

You muster up just enough strength to pull your self away from it with your elbows, but he pulls you back down onto it and holds you by your waist. You can feel the wetness of his fingers covered in your spit pressed against your skin. You sob out hoarsely, but there's little sound and he smirks.

Your hand viciously taps at his shoulder and you shake your head; tears are still falling. You try to tell him that it hurts, but when you open your mouth to speak, “hur-” is all you manage before your sound is gone and your throat aches. He’s destroyed you.

He gets the message.

“I don’t care if it hurts.” He furrows his brows. “Fucking me is a privilege and you’ll like whatever I give you.” Right when he says that his rhythm falters and he starts to loose himself in the pleasure of being wrapped in your heat.

“Fuck, ahhh-” He moans out, head coming down into your neck. His lips press against you in a wet kiss and you can feel the heat of his breath against you. “Should get you pregnant, it’s not like you’re goin’ anywhere.” He says before he bites into your shoulder and cums inside you with a guttural moan. Your back arches off the mattress and you feel his palm flatten against your stomach between you and him before he forcefully pushes you back down.

Atsumu doesn't know what he’ll do with you or the video quite yet. He lays on top of you panting heavily and in deep thought.

He could keep you? Yeah, he’ll keep you. He could post the video? No, that’s for him to watch and show you when you piss him off.

He’s going to make your life hell from now on until you learn to love him.

“Say you love me.”

“I love you.”

#yandere miya atsumu #yandere atsumu #yandere haikyuu #atsumu smut #astumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #this boy still haunts my nightmares and its been years #guess its kinda funny now tho #fearing for my life in the presence of a man... #he could've at LEAST been attractive #but I'll spare you all the details

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Little Girl. (Younger!Nine/Wookjin x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, humiliation, degradation, size kink, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, choking, strong language, older!y/n, spanking, wedging, a dash of fear kink. Read at your own risk. Both of you are of legal age in this.

The air in Y/n's apartment was thick with tension as she awkwardly nodded at Wookjin, the son of her kind neighbour lady seated comfortably on the couch in her living room as she fumbled through one of her drawers, grabbing the teaching notes she needed to help the boy with, still clad in her work clothes which were a tight black pencil skirt and a pretty peach dress shirt, feet bare.

Wookjin bit his lip as she looked her tight ass up and down from behind since she was crouching to level herself with the piece of furniture. The boy was struggling to fight the urge to undo the high professional bun her hair was in. It looked so pretty when it was down, flowing down her shoulders and ending just above her waist. Fuck. She was so beautiful. It was a shame how she was all smiles with him when she first moved in the apartment complex but started avoiding him when she learnt that he was just a college sophomore.

Y/n sighed as she dropped a booklet yet again, trying to suppress the shudder in her fingers. Although she had her back to the boy, the woman knew he was staring. God damn. He was always fucking staring. She hated it. If it weren't for his friendly and kind mother, she never would have agreed to tutor Wookjin.

She wanted to smack herself for being so stupid. Without knowing his age Y/n had so stupidly flirted with him here and there when she first moved in. Only to find out that he was 5 fucking years younger than her.

And the fact that his door was right opposite to hers didn't fucking help.

"O- Okay!" Finally standing up with the materials and notes she needed, Y/n softly pulled in a long breath, closing the drawer with her foot before whipping around. "Let's sta-" a surprised scream escaped the girl, the bunch in her hand falling down on the ground when she came chest to face contact with the younger one, blinking up at him in surprise, unconsciously gulping down a bike.

"W- What are you doing, Wookjin?" Her voice broke towards the end of the sentence, breath hitching as she reflexively tried to step back, ass hitting the chest of drawers.

"Tsk. Don't hurt that pretty little butt now." The woman's cheeks flushed hot at his vulgar words, heart leaping up in her throat when he placed his hand on the piece of furniture besides her, leaning down to level his face to her smaller height.

"W- Wookjin! What is this-!"

"Tsk." Using the back of his hand to lightly slap her pretty lips, the boy clicked his tongue. "Funny how you talk so much yet go mute whenever I am around" inching his lips closer to the female's, Wookjin stared down at her pretty lips, breaths getting heavier against them. "What did I even do, hm? One moment you were acting like you wanted me to fuck all your holes numb the next you started avoiding me for no reason." Before he could stop himself, his slender fingers wrapped around her pretty neck.

Fuck. It felt even better than he'd imagined. So soft, so thin, so pretty and vulnerable.

He felt his cock getting hard.

"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow he trailed his fingers up and towards her jaw, cupping it before his thumb rubbed her luscious bottom lip. "Cat got your tongue again, hm?"

Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes. Fuck. She felt so small and weak. Body frozen. "T- This is... wrong" was the only thing she could whisper helplessly. So wrong yet so good. But she didn't want to admit it. "I- I am older-"

"Tsk." Closing the distance between them in a swift motion, Wookjin pressed his lips against hers, almost moaning at the heavenly feeling. Fuck. They were so wet and soft. "Seriously?" He whispered against her lips after pulling back, other hand trailing up her sides. "That's your lame reason? Age doesn't determine anything. If you're a weak little girl who needs someone to take care of her you just are-"

"N- No!" Her features hardened, displeasing the boy as she tried to stop the hand that was travelling down to her ass, weakly pushing at his strong chest. "I am n- not weak! This is wrong! I knew this was a bad idea! Get ou-" her words locked up in her throat in surprise when a soft slap was placed on her cheek.

"Really? Funny you say that because I see you struggling with basic tasks around the complex all the time. It's quite pathetic actually. How someone your age still can't do basic things properly. A surprise how you secured this job you have honestly." Y/n's cheeks glowed red in embarrassment at his words.

Fuck. She hated how his words effected her. From the butterflies in her stomach all the way down south.

No. Wookjin was so much younger than her. He was basically a kid and she was a university lecturer. How could she let him treat her like that and make her feel do small?

And just why the fuck did she like it?

Ugh.

Her head was spinning.

"S- Shut… up" the boy threw his head back and let out a loud laugh at her petty little words.

"Aw is that the best you've got, huh little girl?" Shaking his head, he whipped the older around and forcefully pushed her against the chest of drawers, not hesitating to rip her tight little skirt all the way up to her ass, pulling at the g-string she was wearing underneath in a harsh and humiliating wedgie, landing slaps on her ass.

"Look at this pathetic little thing thinking she can decide things around here. Tsk." Y/n bit down on her bottom lip, helplessly gripping the furniture as her face burnt in embarrassment, toes barely touching the ground due to the wedgie she was in.

Fuck. It hurt so good. She hated it.

"Quiet again, huh?" Squeezing and pulling at one of her fat ass cheeks, Wookjin landed another harsh spank, pulling the wedgie up and down. "Good. Little girls like you should stay quiet and let Daddy take care of them. That's when they're the prettiest" her chest was heaving up and down, ass crack, pussy and butt cheeks on fire from the assault they were under.

The woman how good it felt. She felt so vulnerable and weak. So helpless. And then being treated like such a small little thing by someone so much younger that she'd tried to act all big in front of.

An involuntary moan escaped her when Wookjin moved the string covering her vaginal opening to the side, still having her hanging from the wedgie. "Let's take a look at Daddy's property, shall we?" Followed by a deep chuckle. "Would you look at that!" Y/n's whole body jerked forward from the harsh smack her pussy received. "Acting all innocent and like you don't like it but actually pathetically dripping down there, tsk."

Leaning forward and over her back, the boy placed his chin on her shoulder, middle finger slowly stroking her swollen folds. "But you actually love this, don't you? You filthy little thing" biting down on her ear lobe, the male pulled at it, rubbing her flesh in circular motions, fingertip prodding her entrance. "Being taken care of by Daddy because you're clearly so pathetic on your own." Biting down on her lips, Y/n felt sweat trickling down the back of her thighs, knees trembling and pussy clenching at how good it all felt. "So desperate that you'd let someone so much younger than you put you in your little place."

"P- Please!" The girl whined at last when she felt his covered erection graze against her asshole, the hole clenching in defense. "Please!" Sweat broke down on her forehead, another whine escaping her.

"Please what?" Wookjin breathed in her ear, kissing down her neck and biting the soft skin of her neck softly.

She was so going to regret this when it was over. But Y/n figured she could worry about that later.

"P- Please, W- Wookjin… m- more…" A grin spread across his devilishly handsome face when he heard the words, getting even hard at how pretty she sounded. "P- Please… please… T- Take care of me, D- Daddy… Hhhhaahhhh~" her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his finger slipped in the tight ring of muscles of her virgin pussy.

Yes. You heard it right.

"Good slut…" The boy praised, letting go of the wedgie and allowing her to stand on her feet, gripping her throat and choking her again, pushing her face all the way back and kissing her soft lips upside down, pushing his tongue in and exchanging saliva, finger fucking her tight pussy steady and good. "How does my pretty whore feel?" Letting go of her throat, he messily undid her hair, painfully aroused himself.

"S- So good!" Tears leaked out of her eyes as she cried from the pleasure. Y/n looked so pretty it was blowing Wookjin's mind. Beautiful face red, pretty eyes red eyes full of tears, breaths heavy, skin covered in sweat, legs spread as her underwear laid stretched out on one side, disheveled hair decorating her body and pupils delated, a hickey forming on her neck. "P- Please, more!"

"Fuck!" The boy whispered impatiently, plopping his fingers out of her to have the girl whined with a pout, chuckling deeply before turning her around by the help of her hair, putting her up on the piece of furniture before ripping her shirt open along her bra.

"S- Shit… you're so strong" a smug grin etched on the boy's face at her words as he pushed all the ripped fabrics out of the way, cupping her soft and fat breasts, feeling her hard numbs with the pad of his thumbs, biting his lip when she moaned from the feeling of having her tits massaged.

"Ready, little girl?" Unbuckling his pants, Wookjin uncovered his hard erection, pumping it up and down before smirking. "Brace yourself here I come ready or not~" He loved the worried look on her face as she stared at his huge cock.

"Is it even normal for it to be that big?" She innocently asked, blinking at the boy with her legs spread wide, hands out of the way and fat tits glistening with sweat.

"Awww look at this cute whore being so inexperienced" the boy cooed, wrapping his hands in her hair and aligning his tip with entrance with the help of the other. "Not that I am complaining though-" his words were cut short into a low gasp when he slowly entered her slightly fucked open virgin entrance, grunting at how her walls hugged him. "Fuck!"

"I- I've never done this before with anyone… n- not even myself…" Throwing her head back, the girl cried out, clenching around Wookjin's fat cock in defense, thighs trembling as she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, tongue swirling around the fat nub. "B- Because no matter how hard I tried… i- it never felt good, Daddy! Ever!" The woman whined needily, relishing in the pain. "I- It hurts so good, Daddy… Y- You're so good!"

Wookjin fucked her harder upon hearing the confession, grabbing her throat and squeezing the air out of her, biting her other nipple before pulling at it, slapping the other recently abused boob, fondling it before slapping it again, causing the girl to cry out.

"Because you were meant to be my cock sleeve only, babygirl. Of course nobody else can pleasure you like I can. Not even if you try, but-" gripping her soft cheeks, the boy pulled her red and teary face closer to his. "You wouldn't dare, would you?" Y/n whimpered from the frightening look in his eyes, gulping. "What? Didn't hear me?" Slapping her cheek, he gripped her face tightly again. "Answer when you're being spoken to!"

Y/n clenched around his cock, whining loudly before nodding hurriedly. "I- I wouldn't! Never! I would never! I am all y- yours!" She loved how he was treating her. Fuck. He was so good and more. It was perfect.

"Good girl." Wookjin smirked in a satisfied manner, pulling her closer on his cock and himself by her knee, making her scream because it caused his balls to slightly push in her now gaping hole. "Fuck, babygirl… you're much tighter than I'd imagined." Slapping her now bruised marked tits, the boy fucked her walls harder, starting to rub her clit.

The girl yelped, her back arching from the pleasure as she gripped at the younger's strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin and eyes hitting the back of her head from the pleasure, pussy expanding even more now that his balls were also ramming in and out of her, one of the male's hands groping her ass, middle finger stroking her hole which shrunk even smaller in defense.

Whining softly, Y/n's head weakly fell on one of his shoulders, chest heaving up and down as she trembled from the pleasure, softly nibbling on the skin of his neck.

The male chuckled devilishly, prodding her butthole teasingly with the tip of his finger while snapping his hips swift and rough. "Not yet?" He referred towards anal, ignoring the stuff that was falling off the chest from how hard he was fucking her, the loud banging noise of the furniture hitting the wall eliminating the silence in the apartment.

"That's alright, babygirl. We'll get there. None of us are going anywhere, after all."

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Unedited. Honestly, even idk what this is LMFAOOOOOO.

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