#so ffffucking satisfying

[peakyblinded]

PEAKY BLINDERS’ TEN MOST ICONIC MOMENTS according to my followers

[5th place] "WHAT FFFFUCKING LINE AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE CROSSED?!”

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not to be nasty or anything but i wanna fuck coryo on my strap so hard he pees himself

anon, i welcome filth, so don’t worry. this is sending my insanity out the window. And idk if you even wanted this exactly or you were joking but alas.

mdni; tw piss kink (if you don't like it, just don't read it!)

It would be one of those nights where Coryo just needs to let himself go. He's so fucking stressed about all the work he needs to do.

And he had already been working his ass off all day but there was still so much to get done now that he's officially running for office. Nights like these are when little words are spoken at dinner between you two, but the way he leans into your touch and the slight glint of tears in his eyes as he looks at you puts you right in the position you need to be to satisfy him (and yourself).

That's what led Coryo to be on his knees and forearms in bed with you behind him, fucking him with your strap. The dick wasn't even that big, but it was enough for Coryo, especially when he's came twice already. He so badly wanted to just shove his face into the pillow so you wouldn't see his tears, but he knew you liked it. In fact, his face was so wet from his tears, the pillow was already damp.

He really thought you'd let up after he came the second time, the mess beneath him on the bed made him whine in embarrassment but you simply leaned down to kiss his back before fucking your hips into him again. Coryo always had a hard time talking when he was like this, but when he chuckles at your movements, you know this is exactly what he wanted.

Usually when you overstimulated him, it was to make him a mess. You loved seeing him ruin his satin sheets with his cum, his beautiful face splotchy from crying and his hair an absolute mess. This was the case as you thrust into him, his cock still leaking in small dribbles onto the bed, his own hand gripping at his hair to relieve some of the sensitive tension coursing through his body.

Coryo felt the pressure in his bladder after he finished the second time, but he paid no mind to it. He thought you'd slow down as you always did when giving him his last orgasm of the night. Usually, you'd turn him around so you can kiss his face, mumbling, "my pretty boy," as you milked him dry in the most agonizing way possible.

Not tonight though. You're not even sure why, but the sight of how sloppy the possible President of Panem looked on his bed urged you to go harder. It was as though a switch flipped in you and you're gripping his hips tightly, nails surely leaving marks as you pound into him.

Coryo did not seem to mind though. This time, he did push his head into his pillow. "ffffuck," he hisses out, followed by a grunt, "k-keep goin' please, s-so close."

He'd even try to reach a hand down to hold his aching cock, but it was too sensitive to the touch, his own hand starting to shake. You hear him mumble but you can't even make out what he's saying. Coryo knows he's saying absolute nonsense, becoming a blabbering mess.

He hears how heavy you're panting and your voice go soft, "one more for me, okay? I got you," and your hand splayed on his lower back as as you exert whatever energy you got left in you to fuck him silly.

He's spilling onto the bed again before you can even utter another word. It's a smaller load, but it still sends shockwaves throughout his body until the feeling is gone. He's so relaxed, so focused on the way you move the cock in him slower now, your hand rubbing his sweaty back in a soothing manner, he barely realizes that he's starting to piss.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers and moans in relief at the feeling, and he hears your gasp when you notice what's happening. Coryo whines, but spares a glance down at himself, seeing the cum stained sheets beneath him and his piss soak into it as well, creating a puddle at his knees and yours. Coryo surprises himself when he feels the twinge in his stomach and his cock twitch, but he's waiting in silence to hear what you say.

He expects you to pull away and berate him. "Oh my baby, couldn't hold it in?" Your voice sounded like the embodiment of a smirk and Coryo wished he could turn and roll his eyes at you. All he does is nod and your hand is rubbing his back again as he finally finishes relieving himself.

"Why was that hot?" Your laugh is breathy and he lets out a breath himself as you slip out of him, leaning down to kiss the small of his back.

"You're never gonna let me live this down," he mumbles, slowly moving from his position. When you see his face, he's got a small smile.

"Never. Especially since you liked it, you perv." You give his hair a tussle and his cheek a kiss before going off to the bathroom to run a bath for both of you.

Coryo scoffs, trying to act like he didn't but you see through him. You always see through him. So much so, the next time one of these nights comes about, Coryo is asking for it. "Held it in half the day, baby. Think you can fuck me hard enough again?"

let's chat about coryo, here :)

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Kinktober 21

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I love pervy Lo'ak. It's delicious to me for reasons that I will explore more with my therapist lol. I hope you guys enjoy! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Pervy!Lo'ak, Masturbation (F and M)

It had been 3 days since Neteyam had gone away on the hunt with Jake, Lo’ak, and the rest of the hunting party. You knew it was going to be a long trip, but what you weren’t ready for was how needy his absence would make you. Even his scent was starting to fade from your skin. It’s torturous being without his touch for so long. He never leaves you so long by yourself. Your need burned deep in your belly like forest fire. Tonight, you’re once again searching for relief with your fingers which did little to satisfy you in any real way. Still, you try your best letting your mind fall into a haze of flashbacks. Neteyam’s hands and the way he would grope and massage at your body. Your chest, your thighs, hips, ass, everywhere. His warm breath against your skin while his tongue licked along the insides of your thighs. The way the tips of his fangs would tease over your hardened nipples.

A soft moan passes your lips and it finally feels like your body is remembering how to melt into ecstasy. You curl your fingers up to press against the spongey part of your walls and the sound it makes has your cheeks turning violet. Small waves of relief roll over you and your eyes roll a little letting yourself release a deep breath to open you up more for your fingers to hopefully reach deeper.

Unknowingly, when you shift your position on your mat, your foot accidentally hits the throat comm that Neteyam had given you for emergencies. The tiny device quietly hums to life under your weight.

On the other end, Neteyam and Lo’ak are out searching the ground for where Neteyam had dropped his throat comm and ear piece.

“Bro, are you sure it was over here? We’ve been looking for forever already. I’m ready to go to sleep.” Lo’ak says with an exasperated eye roll.

“Go back if you want, but I’m not leaving without it.” He responds still keeping his eyes trained on the ground and searching through the dense foliage.

Lo’ak huffs to himself almost ready to give up and let his brother continue his search on his own. He probably would have went back if it weren’t for the fact that he knew their dad would chew him out for leaving.

He takes a few steps further in the direction that they were heading and proceeds with pushing random leaves and bushes and things out of the way. Suddenly, his ears perk up with the sound of a low, almost imperceivable hum. He moves closer to where the sound is coming from. After digging through another bush or two, he finally locates the comm and ear piece. “Finally” he breathes to himself.

When he picks up the little devices, he can hear the low static sound that usually means someone is on the other end, but there’s no voice. That is until he hears a sound through the small ear piece.

“Ahn…Neteyam! Mmf!” followed by a wet, squelching noise.

His face flushes immediately recognizing your voice and realizing what you were doing. This may be the most confusing boner he’s ever had. In some ways, he regarded you as a best friend and someone he often got up to no good with. But at the same time, he could recognize that you were still a beautiful woman and the thought—the knowledge that you were just on the other side of this tiny speaker burying your fingers into your wet cunt and squirming around in pleasure had his mind going to obscene, disgusting places.

“Ffffuck, right there! Right there please!” your breathless pleas hit his ears and all the blood races directly to his cock. Fuck, what’s the right thing to do? Clearly, you didn’t mean to call and he should give the throat comm back to Neteyam, but…you just sound so pretty. I mean, it’s not that bad as long as no one else knows, right?

With a quick scan of his surroundings, Lo’ak quickly pulls his tewng to the side and starts to palm himself. His tip is already slick with precum which he uses his thumb to swipe and make the glide easier.

“Shit…” he growls lowly to himself. He can already feel that he’s not going to last long. Not with the sound of your drenched pussy ringing in his head.

“Oh Great Mother, please don’t stop!” you call out and he imagines that it’s him you’re begging to make you feel good. That he’s currently thrusting into your tight heat instead of his fist. Your ankles next to his ears, fingers gripping at the mat under you, a thin layer of sweat making your skin glisten, and the gorgeous flush of your face…it’s extremely enticing. He knows that he shouldn’t be thinking of such things about you, but something about that fact makes it even more thrilling. The high of getting off to the sound of you playing with yourself without anybody being privy to his actions is getting to him.

“Ahn~ oh, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck! Yes, baby, cum for me. Wanna feel you…” Lo’ak can’t help but mumble to himself feeling his own composure slip.

“Ah haah ah….AAH!” your moans are sinful and unrestrained while you come undone on your own fingers, slick running down your knuckles. Little did you know, at the same time, you had driven Lo’ak right over the edge and made him make a mess of his own hand.

While coming down from your high, clearly you must have moved your foot again because the device cuts off and it goes radio silent in Lo’ak’s hand. He tries to steady his breathing while also mentally coming to grips with his own perverted actions.

There’s little time for self-reflection now as he hears Neteyam getting closer. In his panic, he quickly tucks his dick back into his tewng which is a sticky, uncomfortable mess, but it’s all he has for now.

“Still nothing over here. Any luck?” Neteyam asks as he’s approaching.

Lo’ak quickly walks his way holding up the small communicator. “Be more careful with your stuff bro.” He drops it into Neteyam’s hand and keeps moving forward needing to put some space between them so he can go clean up.

Neteyam glances at his brother and his throat comm wondering what his deal was, but shrugs it off as Lo'ak just being cranky at the end of a long hunt. Doesn’t matter. All that matters to him is that they’ll be coming home tomorrow and he can finally see you again.

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Sneaky Rat~

Minors do NOT interact. Dom! Listener, Charlie is a peeping tom (manifested it before Yan!Charles fr), name calling (called pervert, he just found something about himself), face riding, riding dick (assumed bc it got to long)

When Casper was told by Charlie he wouldn't be here for the day they shrugged it off "Okay! I'm probably not gonna do anything today, so love you and be safe." But when he left. Casper couldn't help but think about his hot mouth, how even when just talking to them he'd slur some of his words. In this way that just got Cas going.

It didn't help that they heard a whimpering audio on tiktok that almost sounded like Charlie. Fuck, they just want to use that tongue of his now. Shaking that thought away quickly as it came since Charlie needed to do that thing. Cas couldn't remember what it was but it was something. So instead they grabbed their phone and a toy.

Playing with their sex, they though how charlie moaned for them. How he would get this fucked look on his face, even drooling a bit. Luckily Charlie was into audio recording of both of them fucking. "Casper! Ffffuck! Yeah...ye-yeah! Oh baby fuck!" Words worked their way into their groin.

Casper made the toy go faster, fuck it wasn't like Charlie's mouth or dick. With a frustrated noise they went quicker to try and mimic the way he would. Moans bounced off the walls as they went faster "Fuck! Oh Charlie~ shit! Fuck need you." Throwing their head back they moaned as they felt their climax raising.

While this was happening Charlie was watching intensely from the bedroom door. His dick was hard, slowly getting it out, he began to pleasure himself. Matching the strokes of Casper's toy, he felt himself buck into his hand as Cas moaned for him. Their back was arched as they moaned louder "FUCK! YES! OOOHHH~" Casper let out as they finally came for the first time.

It didn't satisfy them, sure the audio was Charlie. But it wasn't Charlie, fuck they need him so bad right now. While on the other hand the blonde was panting hard as he saw their mess leaking all of the toy. His throat suddenly felt dry, the urge of lapping it up overcame him. But, suddenly a dazed Casper looked over and blinked "Charlie?" He froze as his dick was still in his hand and his cum was dripping down to the floor.

Smiling sheepishly he greeted them "H-hey Cas..." he looked down and then back to then "So...uh...want some help?" Asking as his face felt like fire as he burned for Cas. His heart dropped when Casper gave him that devilish smirk they do. Opening their legs more "Oh? Being a pervert now? How naughty of you Charlie~" pulses of arousal shot to Charlie's dick when they called him a 'pervert'. Don't even get him start on the way they looked at him.

"Well? Come over here and suck me. Since you want to be a perv and look, you might as well be useful." Casper taunted as they beckoned him to them. As if in a trance Charlie nodded and walked slowly to them, waiting for another command. His partner smiled "Strip and lay on the bed." Nodding he rushed to rip his clothing off.

When Charlie did what he was told, his dick got hard as he saw Casper stripping the rest of their clothes off as well. He layed on the bed as they climbed on as well, lightly tracing their fingers on him. With a sinister smile "I decided how you should help. Let me use that mouth of yours." Charlie nodded as his face felt as if it was steaming.

Casper shuffled to his side then swung their leg over his head. Charlie was shivering in anticipation, Casper looked down at him smiling "Oh? Are you getting more excited?" Casper held their sex showing it off to Charlie. His breath against them made the choice of sitting on his face more desirable.

"Open." The command made Charlie listen and he did. Casper them hovered over his face and smiled "If you don't make me cum two times, you won't." Charlie nodded and Casper finally sat. With a satisfy moan Casper began to rock on Charlie's face "fuck that mou-AH!" Charlie began to work his tongue on them sucking and teasing.

Charlie was clutching their hips pulling them closer as they rocked harder on his face. He moaned as they gripped his hair, their thighs closing in around his head made him dizzy, a moan told him Casper came. But that didn't stop him from continuing faster, his hair was then gripped harder by his partner as they moaned louder.

"Fuck! God I love your tongue! Yes...yes-es...yes yes!" Casper was rocking down hard on Charlie. His nose felt so good against them. But, his tongue even better, moaning in surprise one of Charlie's hands gripped Casper's ass hard. The other went to play with their sex with his tongue, nose, and fingers Casper threw their head back.

Charlie felt arousal build in his stomach as he heard Casper's moans. Rutting against air he felt himself cum along with Casper. Fuck they tasted so good on his tongue, but before he could go again to taste more Casper yanked him back slowly lifted themselves off of him. Panting hard they looked down and smirked "Such..." They then looked back glancing at his dick.

"Oh?" The tone of their voice made Charlie feel even more arousal "Did you cum with just tasting me?" They looked down as Charlie tried to look away from their eyes. But with a slight tug of his hair didn't let that happen "no no no baby. Come on did you really?" Charlie gave a slight nod "Y-yes I did Cas." His voice was small as he look pleasingly in Casper's eyes.

"Awe. Poor lil perv go off by just tasting me. You were already hard while watching. How about I give you a bit more?" Casper then sung their body off of him. Then went to straddle his waist "Say you want me to ruin you." Casper looked down at Charlie with seductive eyes.

With a tremble in his voice Charlie repeated what Casper said, "I-uh want you to ruin m..me." With a sharp smirk Casper readied themselves to take him. Charlie held their waist as they slowly went down on his dick.

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might do a part 2 tbh bc this got long-

So yeah this is the other smut I was writing Auron's is still in the works along with Alphonse's domestic fluff!

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice smut #red writes

[outercleric]

examples of my writing for clara from a discord thread with a friend

Clara whines when Thalia's fingers draw out of her. Tail tightens its grip for a second, but she can't actually disobey Thalia's whim, nor does she want to. Her gaze is fixed now on Thalia's hands untying her top, unabashed interest and want on her flushed expression as Thalia's breasts are revealed. Directions are followed, though instead of fingers it's Clara's tail that curls and pushes the tip inside of her. She fucks herself on the limb as her hands knead and tug on her breasts.

Every exhale comes with a soft noise of want as she drinks in Thalia's appearance. She made Thalia hard, Thalia's so hard for her, because she's been such a good girl…. Clara's drooling. She licks her lips. "Yes." She inches closer, still fucking herself. The tip of her tail is still much thinner than Thalia's cock, she'll have to fuck herself deeper and still let Thalia stretch her open. Clara drops to her knees, hands falling now to play with her clit.

"I- I studied." A girl who wants to be consort to goddesses should know that kind of thing, right? She studied, she fantasized, the studies are mostly lost to Thalia's jar but Clara's stare remains. She inches closer on her knees until she's a breath away from the organ or Thalia stops her. "Can I use my mouth first? Please, please, I really want it, miss." Her words are slow, a clear desperate effort to find all the words instead of simply swallowing Thalia without permission.

"Good girl." Thalia purrs, watching Clara's expression closely. Her cock twitches slightly as she feels Clara's breath on her skin, and she runs a hand along one of her horns. "Yes, be a good girl and suck my cock. But every time you go down, you're going to go deeper and get blanker, and your cunt is going to feel emptier and emptier until you can't stand it and need to ride me. Understand, my pretty pet?"

She squirms and pants, eyes fluttering closed at the trigger. "Mhm," is all Thalia gets as agreement before Clara's lips go to her cock. It's so pretty, with such an entrancing colour. Clara mouths kisses from base of the organ upward until she can lick up Thalia's precum with a trill of happiness. It's pride she takes in making this happen. Clara parts her lips and takes Thalia into her mouth. Lips stretch around her as Clara bobs her head, taking more and more of Thalia's length every time she goes down.

Having her mouth full feels so satisfying with the fuzziness in her head. The tip of Thalia's cock hits the back of her throat and Clara imagines it's in her womb, too. Back and forth, deeper and deeper. Draw back, go down, as her throat flutters and swallows around Thalia it wipes more of her thoughts from her. Up and down and up and down and up and down, as the 'down' stands out more and more to her. She's in a sea of nothing, with the only real things to her being Thalia's cock and the growing need between her legs. She's so empty, deep down and empty. Her tail slipped from her, because she's too empty and it couldn't possibly be enough anyways. Hole clenches around nothing. The cock in her mouth could fill her up good, so good. She needs to… she needs…

Clara draws back with a pop, jaw slack and drool dripping down her chin. She stands, then climbs onto Thalia's lap, attention still focused entirely and solely on Thalia's cock. She lines it with her dripping entrance and drops. Same drop, going down, down, except now she's not empty, now her cunt's full of what she needed. Her head drops back and she rolls her hips as she bounces on Thalia's cock. Clara doesn't have words any more, just moaning and wordless cries.

"Ffffuck that's hot. Good girl." Thalia gasps, relishing the control she has over the entranced tiefling. She uses her tentacles to move Clara's head, sliding one into her mouth in lieu of being able to make out with her. She cups the tiefling's breasts and starts kneading them, playing with the soft flesh and teasing Clara's nipples. "Does my cock make you feel good?" Thalia purrs, somehow managing to keep her voice steady. "Good girl. Make me cum, pretty pet. My pretty, mindless toy, just keep riding me until I can't hold back and fill that cunt of yours with cum." She moves Clara's head again, to make sure the tiefling was making eye contact with her while she pushed the thought a little harder into the tiefling. "You need my cum. You need it more than anything else."

Now Thalia can feel the way her words make Clara's pussy tighten, clenching around her cock. Good girl, she can focus on those words through the blank sea. Clara moves as the tentacles direct her as if she's a doll directed by strings. She reacts to the tentacle in her mouth, sucking and stroking her tongue around it. Mouth being full muffles her noises into whimpers. Thalia gives her orders and Clara's eyes lose focus as the words appear in her mind as the new truest thing to her.

Good girl makes her feel good, she can only get to the edge, she needs Thalia's cock, and she especially needs Thalia's cum. Nothing would be better or more important to her than Thalia's cum filling her up. She knows this. Clara steadies herself gripping the side of the chair so she has better purchase to fuck herself deeper, move better so she can repeat any angle or movement that makes her feel the cock throb inside her. She has to do a good girl job. She doesn't want to be sloppy, but the desperate need must be chased as the way she fucks herself keeps getting her closer and closer to orgasm, but her body just won't let her, and she needs Thalia to flood her womb.

Thalia moans softly as her shaft is squeezed by the tiefling, her hands sliding around to guide the tiefling's hips as she feels her orgasm start to build. Muscles in her stomach start to tense as she gets closer, and Thalia pushes herself as deep into Clara as she can as she cums deep inside of the tiefling. It's clear the illithid has been pent up for a while with the amount of cum that spurts from her cock, and Thalia gasps and moans as she fills Clara. "Good girl." Thalia says, before fixing her with another piercing sare. "When I count down from three, you're going to cum harder than you ever have in your life. Three, approaching the edge. Two, being a good girl for me. One. Cum."

"Yes," Clara slurs through the haze as she grinds herself down for Thalia to push cum into her. She's ecstatic having gotten this most important thing and feeling herself get filled. Her legs tremble around Thalia. Caught in rapture, she's helpless to anything but riding the waves of feeling as they overtake her. One hits as Clara cries out as she's utterly overwhelmed. She arches against Thalia, thighs and cunt alike squeezing her as Clara cums with a squirt of fluid over Thalia's lap. Her womb pulses with the rush of orgasm and the subconscious certainty of that only pulling Thalia's cum more into her tips Clara deeper. She can't manage words, only muffled whines and groaning into Thalia's tentacles after she peaks and slowly comes down, breath hard and shaky.

#ic : clara

[nutlessspeedrun]

DENIAL ASSESSMENT #13: September 13th

Days Since Last O: Six (September 7th)

Edges: 17

General Mood: Needy

Productivity: Meh...

Libido: HIIIGH (9/10)

I'm still WAAAAY too horny... I'm stuck in a cycle of being desperate to touch myself, and then getting so worked up because of the edging that all I can think about is doing it again ASAP.

This week, I've been trying really hard to stick with one edging session a day... Next week will be two sessions a day, and the last week, as much as I want. I THINK two will be enough to satisfy me, but if my libido stays this high... >< who knows...

Ffffuck, I just wanna lay around and rub my dick over and over and over again... I'm getting wet so easily, and I've been getting up to stupid shit just to get some kind of relief... Like, holding in my pee until I wet myself, for example.

Can't wait for tomorrow. CAN'T wait...!!!

#nsft #dante's journal #denial journal #denial #long term denial #long term chastity

[swift--fox]

Birthday Boy (The real birthday present)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY sorry this is late but also not sorry because it’s your fault. Have this sequel I’ve been working on for literal ages. love you bitch hope you like it <3

P/N: Again, this has been hoarded for 2 weeks.  This is also a sequelish to something I have been writing.  Prompt given by this lovely person @pissbabydean.  Thank you for this valentines gift I love it. Hopefully it will kick my own ass in gear to get the now prequel out soon!

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“Now strip so I can give you your real birthday present,” 

Dean was more than happy to oblige and eagerly shrugged off his tee, wiggling out of his sweatpants awkwardly. He didn’t care how stupid he must have looked, he was too damn excited (so, sue him - he’d had a rough day).

He sucked in a shuddering breath as Cas plucked the handcuffs up from the rumpled covers and crawled over to him, fingertips trailing up his chest to his arms in a silent request. Willingly, Dean raised his arms and let Cas lean over him to cuff his wrists together, hooking the chain around one of the bedposts. He fiddled with the cuffs for a moment, his shirt hanging in front of Dean’s face, it smelled like his detergent mixed with cologne. He pressed his face into the clothed chest in front of him, inhaling the gentle pine-y scent. He more felt the inquisitive noise his boyfriend made than heard it and smiled against the soft material.

“Missed you, ‘s all. You smell good.” 

Cas smiled fondly down at him and settled himself down on his legs, carefully unscrewing the pot of ink and setting it down on the nightstand. He ripped the packaging of the quill and tossed it aside haphazardly, examining the length of it under a scrutinous gaze. 

“So, birthday boy. Where should I start?” Cas all but leered down at him, twirling the quill between his thumb and forefinger, the swoops of the feathered tip falling close but not quite to his side. He immediately tensed and twitched with every movement, anticipatory giggles already building up in his throat.

“I-uheh-I’unno,” He would have shrugged were he able to - his voice was soft, almost shy. Castiel reveled in it. 

“No?” Cas intoned, expertly his expression shifted into one of faux-surprise. The surprisingly pointed and torturously stiff end of the feather was suddenly twirling in the shallow dip of his belly button and a very squeaky “eep!” noise flew from his mouth before he bit his lip and shook his head, squirming already.

“Trial and error it is, then.” He said resignedly. The feather traced swirls and curly-cues around the expanse of bare skin before him, barely touching, and it drove Dean closer to insanity than he really cared to be. Every movement had him jerking and twisting and twitching, torn between shying away from the barely-there sensation or arching into it, just to feel something more tangible. It was cruel, really, and Cas was talking the whole time. Muttering in his stupid teasing voice about “how about here? Hm…here? Ooh, this would be a good spot,” while assaulting said spots with the tip of that quill. Yeah. Cruel. 

It was his birthday, after all. Cas had no right to be so mean. Well, he did - evidently. But it was just immoral. 

“Ca-Cahahsss, it’s my bihirthday. Don’t be a dick,” He tried to keep a straight face, at least - he knew any kind of frown was out of the question. He couldn’t even do that while he complained, and he could tell Cas was just loving that. 

“I suppose you’re right,” He sighed finally, flipping the quill around to curl his fingers around the sharpened shaft and dipped it primly into the pot of ink, carefully tapping the excess off on the edge. He brought it back over to Dean and tilted his head, pressing the blackened tip to the curve of his bottom most rib. Dean went rigid under him and held his breath, immediately sputtering into quiet and jumpy laughter when the tip of the quill traced words onto him - with the occasional pause for Cas to re-ink the tip. Dean was too busy chewing on his tongue and tossing his head back to stare at the ceiling to observe what exactly Cas was writing. 

“There,” Cas announced with a final flourish of the quill in his hand, scraping it across his oblique, drawing a more pronounced giggle from the flushed man beneath him. 

“You done?” Dean sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment. Cas raised an eyebrow and blew gently on the ink.

“Not quite. I want you to tell me three things you like about yourself. Just three.” 

Dean pulled a face - at both his boyfriend’s strange and frankly embarassing task and the strange cold sensation from the ink drying. 

“Aw, c’mon, Cas. I don’t wanna do that crap now.” He groaned. Cas shifted and repositioned his seat higher up, settling his weight over Dean’s thighs.

“What ‘crap’ are you referring to?”

Dean licked his lips and tugged at the handcuffs absentmindedly. Yep, he was still very much stuck. Joy.

“Y’know, that, ‘self love’ schtick, or whatever. C’monn, I’m the birthday boy, ‘member?”

“I do remember. This is part of your present, honey,” He slipped his rarely-used but extremely sappy petname in there like a damn bear trap. Dean immediately felt his face go beet red and he ducked his head as best he could. He stayed silent. 

Dean could feel the self-satisfied grin on Cas’s face before he even saw it - his boyfriend reached forward to cradle his jaw and bring him in for a kiss. Far too sweet for someone who thought it was funny to torment him on his birthday.

“I’ll go first,” He offered, and there was the cold press of he inked quill to his skin again. This time it was on his flank. His muscles contacted and he clenched his fists in anticipation. 

“You’re devoted. Dedicated. To your studies, your family, your friends. To me.” He said thoughtfully as he scratched something onto the quivering flesh. Dean felt his face heat up again around huffs of laughs-but-not-quite, this time even his chest must have been getting pink. He hated it when it did that. 

“Loving. You love so deeply, Dean, so completely - more than anyone I’ve ever met. Did you know that?” He continued, and then there was the dull scrabbling at his waistline. That sent Dean into more desperate giggling.

“You’re a genius. A problem solver. You come up with solutions others couldn’t dream up in their life.” A word written just above his bellybutton. 

Dean must have been the color of his maroon zip-up, his entire chest was doing these weird swooping flip-flops and he felt like he could cry just from the confidence that Cas spoke with. 

He twirled the quill in his pen with a cocky sort of showmanship and started trailing the feather along his collarbone, sometimes flicking up to his ears or neck. Dean writhed and scrunched his shoulders up, halting snickers and bursts of laughter that sometimes sounded suspiciously like snorts were wrenched from his otherwise sealed mouth. 

“Your turn,” He announced smugly. Dean huffed and craned his neck to evade the feather tip that had taken an interest at the stretch of skin under his jaw. 

“I-Ihih think you juhust about covered it,” 

Castiel let out a long suffering sigh and discarded the quill, taking Dean’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Do I need to give you some extra incentive to do as I ask?” He challenged. Dean smirked and shrugged.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out,” 

Oh, and regret was not something he typically felt in the setting of his or Cas’s room but now it definitely was. Maybe definitely. Shut up.

What made it worse was that he knew he had just inadvertently asked for it. He bucked and shrieked and cackled, rattling the entire bedframe with his frantic response to the devastating two-fingered drilling motions assaulting the hollows of his hips. 

“Just three things, Dean. That’s all I ask.” Castiel raised his voice to be heard over the inhuman squawking he was drawing out of the other man. 

“FUHUHCK FUCK MAHAHAN I C. CAHAHAN’T!” He howled, throwing his head back so hard he thought he might get whiplash. Cas relented a fraction, using just his thumb to rub circles into the bony ridges of his hips. It was still unbearable, and he was still having damn near animalistic reactions to just how badly it tickled, but at least he could hope to verbalize. 

“FUH-FIHIHINE OKAHAY I GIHIHIVE.” 

The fingers slowed, but didn’t stop.

“Good. Tell me,” Cas smiled at him, and it was all doting and loving and that combined with the fingers that were crawling alone the jut of his hip made his poor brain short circuit. Still, he managed to babble out an answer.

“I gueheheuss I dihid okay w-with Sammy,” Dean hiccupped. His face brightened as he retrieved the quill.

“Yes, you’re a very nurturing person.” Dean could feel the pride radiating from his terrible, awful and goddamned amazing boyfriend. Regrettably, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at Cas. Damnit. 

He brought the quill to scribble a word on his chest - right over his heart. 

“There. What else?” 

Dean groaned again and hid his face in the crook of his arm. “I don’t know, man,” He muttered defeatedly.

Fingers traced the cords of he undersides of his biceps and he squeaked, already shaking his head.

“Nonono, Cas, let’s t-CAS FFFFUCK NOHOHOHO YOUSONUVABITCHI’LLKICKYOURA- AHAHAHASS!” Loud, boisterous laughter wracked his entire body while matching claws dug into the cursedly tender flesh of his pits. He shuddered and twisted, tugging desperately at the restraints that kept him fully vulnerable to Cas’s deadly attack. 

“Two more to go, Dean.” He said calmly, his tone mockingly honeyed, as if he weren’t dragging Dean within an inch of his damn life. 

“FINEFINEFINE I C-I’M GOOHOOD WITH MY HANDS?” 

Cas’s fingers slowed, opting instead for a light dragging of his fingertips and sometimes nails, which was entirely unfair. Giggles punched their way out from his chest, his entire body jumping with each one. 

“Are you asking me or telling me?” 

“T-tehehlling! Definitely telling! I-I cahan fihix things up, y’knohow, build furnituhuhure,” He babbled, arms twitching and jerking under the continued assault. Cas tilted his head in thought, once again pinching that stupid quill between his evil fingers. 

“That’s a good one. You are very handy.” Cas nodded, spelling out another word along his uppermost rib. Dean let out a giggle-riddled sigh while his squirming renewed and he chuckled quietly. Cas leaned down and kissed his cheek when he finished, a soft and adoring look in his eyes.

“You’re doing very well. Thank you.” 

Dean huffed and pouted his lips indignantly, surging forward to catch those lips with his own. He felt Cas smile into it. 

“Last one,” He whispered when he pulled away, not before kissing his chin and jaw. A single finger scritched across his lower belly and Dean bit his lip once again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Eheh-I…I gotta greheat ass,” He grinned, eyes flashing cheekily. That dragged a laugh out of his boyfriend and he suddenly looked very disappointed he couldn’t really affirm that statement with Dean’s current state. 

“That’s true, but I think we can tweak that statement a little bit. Hm…how about…” Cas trailed off and pressed a hand flat against Dean’s belly and set to work with the quill, he narrated as he wrote it out. In big letters, all the way across the center of his torso.

“Dean Winchester is beautiful, inside and out.” 

Dean stared at him in open-mouthed shock. They were just words. 7 words. Hardly different from the other poetic and mushy stuff Cas had said to him. But…

“Get up here, you big sap,” Dean said hoarsely, a watery smile tugging at his lips. Cas smiled up at him, and it was the sweetest thing he thought he’d ever seen, all flashing white teeth and gums. 

#submission #supernatural #ticklish!dean #Destiel #College!au #sequel #Dean cannot take compliments #so cas found other ways to prove how much dean is worth

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Home Before Dark

Whumptober Day 26: If You Thought The Head Trauma Was Bad... Prompt: Concussion 

This cave trip was supposed to be a fun, easy adventure. Instead, Illinois falls through a hidden hole in the ground, and finds himself battling with a concussion as he tries to escape the cave before he can't anymore.

Warnings: Head injury, vomiting mention

Read on AO3 (Full Whumptober Series)

Enjoy!

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Illinois could never get tired of this, of the dirt and sand under his boots, of the quiet tranquility of a cave system, of the places that haven’t seen a human in many years. He’s had his eye on this cave for a while, one of the rare adventures where he doesn’t expect a treasure at the end of the tunnel. Exploration and adventure is fun without a reward, and Lio likes traveling for travel’s sake. There doesn’t always need to be a goal, sometimes it’s fun to just be.

Of course, he’d like to follow the cave as deep as it can go. The cave isn’t totally explored, and he’s not foolish enough to go wiggling into a cavern he could get stuck in, but he’d like to see those caverns before he turns around and goes home. Caves are sometimes risky but they’re also a lot of fun. They aren’t as high-intensity as jungle treks or mountain climbs, but more strenuous and with more potential for unique experiences than hikes or forest walks. The cave he’s in now is quiet, no sound but water dripping somewhere far away. It’s dark, but not so dark that Lio’s headlamp can’t light his way forward. Lio sort of hopes he’ll see a cave creature at some point on his journey, but even if he doesn’t, there’s something exciting about being the only soul in a place.

These places make it easy to get lost in thought, and so Lio does, not coming back to the present until his foot touches an unsteady patch of ground just below him.

He tries to jump back but it’s already too late. The ground below him breaks apart and Lio falls among the rocks, a scream of surprise ripping from his throat. There’s not enough time to right himself in the air, and the first part of him to hit the ground is the side of his head. The blow knocks the wind out of him. Rocks fall around him, some bouncing off his back or legs, but they hardly register against Lio’s throbbing head. His vision swims and he lays there for a long moment, trying to remember how to breathe.

“Don’t pass out, Jones,” he thinks to himself, “Now is not the time for a nap.”

After several long moments, he’s finally able to lift his head and sit up. His head still hurts, but he can at least think straight and look around – mostly. Things are still a little blurry, but it’s nothing he can’t deal with.

He looks up to see that he hasn’t fallen too far, certainly not too far to climb back out of. He shrugs off his backpack to get his climbing gloves. He didn’t bring any ropes; there’s no use for them without a point at which to attach them, and in a situation like this, that’d be a two-person job. Once the gloves are on, he stands up – and immediately wobbles. His stomach rolls, and he has to pause, take a deep breath.

“Well, I’m definitely concussed,” he wheezes to himself. As if the blurred vision wasn’t enough of a clue.

Still, he doesn’t have any other way but climbing to get out of this hole. So he takes another deep breath, jumps onto the wall, and makes sure he has a good grip before he starts climbing.

It’s harder than he would’ve guessed. If his head wasn’t still giving him trouble it’d be easy, but as it is, he has to pause seemingly every inch to let his head stop swimming. But he knows this continual pausing is bad for the rest of him, and if he gets too tired, he’ll fall down again. He forces himself to keep climbing, forces his eyes to pick out secure spots for his hands to grab through the blurriness.

One hand slips, the section of wall he grabbed crumbling away. He scrambles for another, cursing himself for not seeing the integrity of the rock. He finds a place to hold onto and takes a moment for his racing heart to calm down. He can’t take long, though; his arms are beginning to tire of holding himself up, his feet are aching from curling around the rocks. He grits his teeth and keeps going.

Finally, after what feels like forever, he reaches the edge of the hole, and grunts as he heaves himself up and over and escapes.

“That sure was a workout,” he huffs, laying there on his stomach next to the hole he just climbed out of.

After a minute of catching his breath, he rolls over and sits up, looking ahead. The hole doesn’t span the entire width of the cave path, and considering the walls of the hole were strong enough to carry him, Lio should be able to walk around it. Hell, he could even jump over it if he got a running start; the hole is pretty small. His head still hurts, his vision is still a bit blurry, but a part of him wants to keep going and finish the adventure he started.

Then he stands up, and wobbles so much he nearly falls back into the hole. His stomach turns again as he takes a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and the hole.

“Alright, point taken,” he gasps. His head throbs, seemingly in response.

Still, he’s not overly worried. If he was able to climb a rock wall, surely walking home will be no problem, right?

It isn’t at first. The path he took to this point is a bit winding, but it’s mostly a straight shot to follow to the entrance – or exit, in this case. He walks slower than he did on the way in, still tired from climbing. He winces every so often as the pain in his head spikes in harshness. Things are still blurry...and if he’s not mistaken, they’re getting blurrier. He’s glad he decided to turn back. Really, he wants to take a nap. But he’s still cognizant enough to realize that that’s a bad idea.

When he comes to a fork in the path, he pauses. He’d forgotten this was here. He tries to remember which way is the right way back, but nothing comes to mind. He frowns at himself; he’s usually much better at remembering things like that, to the point where he hardly ever leaves himself markers to guide himself back. He stares at the forked path, hoping a solution might materialize. For a moment, the cave becomes darker.

He shakes his head, immediately regretting it, but at least his vision isn’t black anymore. Upon looking up again, he just barely spies his old footprints on one side of the forked path through his blurred vision. There’s no wind in this cave, so his prints were left undisturbed. Now satisfied, Lio walks over his old footprints and continues on his way out of the cave.

The satisfaction doesn’t last. His body feels like lead, each step is harder than the last. Blackness keeps fluttering into his vision, once or twice he catches himself standing still, swaying against his aching brain. It feels like jello sliding around in his skull, sending pings of pain through his head every time it hits a wall.

And here he thought he could walk home. At this rate, he’ll be lucky to make it out of the cave.

Fortunately, the warm light of the outside comes into view after what feels like an eternity of walking. At this point, it’s more like stumbling. Lio’s head is swimming, his vision is so blurry he can hardly see. But if he can’t go any further, then he’ll have to call or text someone for help. He fumbles around in his pocket for his phone, and it takes him a good few moments to get a grip on it. A sudden wave of nausea grips him, and instead of passing like the last two did, it only spikes by the second, until Lio has to use his free hand to brace himself against the mouth of the cave as he vomits onto the dirt.

“Ffffuck,” he mutters. The word slurs on its way out of his throat.

The vomiting only makes his head pound harder, and when he opens his phone, he can’t concentrate enough to find the right buttons. He ends up texting...someone, he can’t even tell who. He’s too out of it to care. He only manages a single word: h ekjp.

At some point he sits down in the dirt, unable to keep standing. He’s not cognizant enough to tell himself not to nod off anymore. He would have, if not for his phone suddenly vibrating and ringing in his hands. Luckily, he’s still able to answer.

“Lio, hey, are you okay?” says Yancy’s voice on the other line, concerned. “That text you just sent me is really weird, it’s got me kinda worried about youse.”

“Heyyy,” Lio mumbles, smiling a little through his wretched headache.

“Noisy? What’s going on?”

“F...fffell. Hit muh head.” Lio pauses to groan through a particularly bad spike of agony. “G...got out, but ’m tired...”

“Hey, hold on, stay awake!” Yancy cries, voice going shrill with fear. “Just hang in there, babe, I’m gonna get help, someone’ll come get youse soon! Just don’t hang up, alright?”

Lio lets the phone drop out of his hands onto the ground. He’s too tired to understand anything. The phone lands face-up, he can still hear Yancy talking to him, but nothing registers. He sighs, leans against the mouth of the cave, closes his eyes against his headache. It feels as if his brain is splitting open. Yancy’s voice on the phone gets louder, and suddenly it gets quieter, and his blurred vision fades from the edges in, and then all of it disappears as Lio falls into oblivion.

#markiplier #illinois jones #illinois ahwm #markiplier fanfiction #whumptober2020 #my writing #fic #kristin says stuff #heh

[orangefantazero]

Bro Code

I’m going to start posting some of my writing, so let me know what you guys think. This is just a little something that I had in my head and I needed to get it out lol. 

Tw: it involves nipple twisting, but is SFW? Also. cussing. lol. 

kiribaku if you squint. This is silly, written for giggles

~~~

It was a hot, humid, summer evening. The students of U.A had a rough training earlier that day, and they were doing what they could to relax and cool off. Sero was lazing in his hammock, reading his manga, wearing just his gym shorts, with his shaggy black hair pushed back by a thin headband. He had the door to his room open, as well as the one that led to his balcony, a box fan doing its thing in the corner of the room. Every few minutes, a small breeze would make its way in from the cherry-colored sunset sky, rustling his plants and swaying the hammock.

He was playing soft, bassy music on his speakers, still able to hear his classmates out in the hall. It was a Friday, which meant everyone was congregating outside of their rooms, shooting the shit and just being dumb boys. A lot of them had their own doors open like Sero, just in case someone wanted to come by and say hello. Every now and then he heard laughter, paired with screams and thudding bare feet on hardwood floors. He smiled to himself thinking about his goofy friends, just as a knock sounded on his open door. He peeked over the edge of his hammock to find one, freshly showered, Shoto Todoroki.

“Hey ‘Roki! What's up man?” Fully sitting up, Sero dangled his long legs over the edge of the hammock and gave his neighbor a bright smile. Todoroki quirked the corner of his lips up into some semblance of a smile and walked over the threshold into Sero’s room. He ran a hand through his wet, duo-colored hair, pushing it out of his face as he took a seat at the desk.  

“How did you fair on the training grounds today Sero?” The quiet boy asked, genuinely curious.

“Ahhh I did alright. I was trying to focus on my speed and getting out of the way of attacks, and I was doing really well! Until someone shot me out of the air with an ice wall.” He gave Todoroki a look of mock anger. “Seriously, you have got to stop doing that to me, dude.” Todoroki huffed in amusement through his nose.

“Well, maybe you should be faster so that someone won’t get you next time.” Todoroki closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head, soft smile dancing on his lips. Sero loved how comfortable the boy seemed in his presence. He was glad that they were able to become friends in the short time they’ve spent together at U.A.  

“Ohh hooo, someone is getting a little cocky huh?” Sero teased as he stood, taking his manga over to his book shelf and putting it back in its respectful place.  Just as Todoroki started to defend himself, a scream sounded through the hall, startling the two. They both looked over to Sero’s open doorway, listening as footsteps thundered towards them. A few seconds later, Kaminari came skirting into the room, slamming the door behind him and pressing his back against it. He was breathing heavily, and had a look of fear in his eyes.

“Denks? You alri-”

Knocks came raining down on Sero’s door on the other side of Kaminari’s back. The electric blonde let out a yelp and scrambled behind him to find the lock, twisting it so hard Sero thought it would come off the door.  

“Kaminari, what did you do?” Todoroki deadpanned from his still seated position at the desk. Sero put his hands on his hips and walked over. “Yeah man, what the hell is going on. I’d like to keep my door, who the fuck is that?”

“K-Kirishi- AHH" Kaminari screamed as more pounding came from the other side of the door.  

“Kirishima? What could you have possibly done to make Eijirou “im basically a golden retriever” Kirishima this upset?” Sero asked, incredulously.  

“I uh...zappedhisnipple”

“...you zapped...his nipple?” Todoroki quirked an eyebrow at Kaminari, obviously confused, as always. Sero let out an exasperated groan and ran a hand down his face. Now it made sense, and he knew what he had to do.  Both of the others watched him as he walked over to the door, that was still shaking on its hinges with the force of Kirishima’s knocks. “Move, Denki.” He said as he looked down into terrified, golden eyes.  

“Aw man, come on! I was just playing around! I- I didn’t mean to get him right on the nipple!” Kaminari seemed to be pleading for his life. He had the hem of his tshirt in his hands, and he was wringing it so hard, it looked like he was going to rip the shirt in two. Sero nodded his head silently towards the other side of the room, watching as Kaminari went, head lowered in defeat. Once the blonde had stepped a few paces and turned around, Sero spoke up.

“Denki Kaminari, you broke a bro code. You know we don’t mess with each other's nipples.” Sero said sternly. He looked over at Todoroki who looked just as confused as ever. Kaminari buried his face in his hands, whining like a kicked puppy.

“Just do it man, let’s get this fucking over with.”  

“I’m sorry, I hate to do this. But you know I have to.” Sero put his hand on the doorhandle, waiting a few moments and giving Kaminari time to gather his nerves. The banging on the door had silenced, but he knew Kirishima didn’t give up that easily and was probably waiting patiently out in the hall...like the golden retriever he was. With a sigh, he turned the door handle and quickly yanked it open.  

“KAMINARIIIII”

“KIRI IM SO SORRY I-”

Kaminari never got the chance to finish his sentence, before Kirishima was barreling into the room, slapping his bare chest into Kaminari and tackling him to the ground. They both landed hard with a loud OOF, as Kirishima started scrambling for the bottom of Kaminari’s shirt. The blonde was slapping his friend's hands away while trying to cover his torso at the same time. Sero looked on with amusement, spurring them on while the two wrestled on his floor.  

“Get him Kiri! Tickle him, he’ll move his hands!”

“What is even going on right now?” Sero looked over to Todoroki who was staring in bewilderment. He had forgotten that the quiet boy was still there, and figured he deserved an explanation to what was happening.  

“Since Denki broke a Bro code, Kirishima gets to deal it back. It's the law of the bro land.” He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chest, like he was pledging to a bro flag. Todoroki just looked between Sero and the wrestling match that was continuing on the floor....still confused.  

“HA Beat his scrawny ass, Red!” Both Sero and Todoroki turned to the doorway to find none other than Bakugou, pumping a fist into the air...with some of the other floor occupants behind him. Shoji had one of his tentacle eyes peeking around the doorway while Ojirou, Sato, and Tokoyami watched as Kaminari let out a shriek.

“Bakugou, shut the hell up! AHH- don't just stand th- Kiri nO don’t just stand there, get him off me!”

“Absolutely not, Denks! This is the only way, and you know it!” Sero said with a sadistic smile, crossing his arms over his chest and chuckling at Bakugou who now stood next to him wearing the same expression.  

Kirishima took the moment of distraction and used it to his benefit. He was growing impatient; he wanted his revenge and he wanted it now. He straddled Kaminari’s thighs, cutting off his mobility and holding him still. Activating his quirk, the tiniest bit, he hardened his hands, grabbed the center of Kaminari’s shirt and pulled. The shirt gave way easily in the red heads hands, tearing in two like it was a tissue. He grinned as Kaminari watched on in horror. Sending away his hardened skin, he grabbed both of Kaminari’s slim wrists in one big hand, holding them above the blonde’s head, effectively pinning him down. Kaminari looked up at him with wide eyes before he opened his mouth.  

“Oh....Hey there~” He gave Kirishima a flirty grin and a wink. Kirishima rolled his eyes, giving the hand around the blonde’s wrist a good squeeze, earning a yelp from the boy beneath him. Sero was vibrating with how hard he was trying to stifle his laughter, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “H-hey do you think ohmygod WHEW, do you think we should uh ahem step in?” He asked Bakugou as he clutched his middle. Bakugou was in no better state.  

“Absolutely the ffffuck not! I don’t know if I should fucking *cough* laugh or be turned on.” He said behind his hand. That absolutely did it for Sero, causing him to land on his ass on the floor in a fit of hearty laughs and giggles. Everyone’s attention turned to the sound of Kirishima’s voice as he spoke.  

“Denki, I really hate to do this to you man, but you brought it on yourself.” He watched as Kaminari let out a dejected sigh, and gave a very fake, very dramatic, sniffle.  

“I-I know. But maybe, you can find it in your very manly heart, to give me a second cha-”

“Absolutely the fuck not”

“Yeah I didn’t think so.”

“You electrocuted my nipple.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“No”

“Huh, I mean I’ve tried it, it’s not THAT bad-”

“Kami shut up”

With those last words, Kirishima shot both his hands to Kaminari’s nipples, grabbing them and giving one good twist. At the sound of Kaminari’s shriek everyone, including Kirishima, threw back their heads in laughter. Once he was satisfied, Kirishima stood, holding out a hand to his friend. Kaminari took it and was pulled into a tight bear hug by the red head. “I love you man, and I'm sorry I had to do it. But I swear to god if it happens again-”

“IT WON’T it won’t, I promise.” The blonde brought his hands to his pecs, rubbing softly. “I learned my lesson” He said with an audible gulp.

The boys dissolved into quiet giggles. Sero took a seat back on his hammock, feeling the breeze from the now dark sky hit the back of his neck. He looked around at all of them, talking amongst themselves, giving Kaminari pats on the back, heading out to continue what they were doing before.  

Even though they were absolutely ridiculous, he loved his friends.  

#hanta sero #kaminari denki #todoroki shoto #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #satorugojo #ojiro mashirao #tokoyami fumikage #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my writing #my work #boys just actually being boys #bro code

[221bshrlocked]

Like a Gentleman (3)

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Words: 2982

Warnings: Smut. Inappropriate language. Swearing. Use protection people please. Incorrect Romanian sorry.

A/N: It was about time I write this last part. Sorry for the on and off hiatus yall I’m still dealing with shit. Also, if you know Romanian, feel free to hit me up and correct the mistakes. I will gladly take your corrections! This will be up on Archive of our own tomorrow with gifs.

Previous Part

You’d watched his every move, incapable of looking away from the way he moved around you smoothly. He’d maintained eye contact as he undid the long strings keeping the curtains to the side. You’d thank him later for pulling the curtains around you and sheltering you from any prying eyes, even though he told you no one would see you. When he’d finished, he slowly knelt in front of you, the only space open for your eyes above you.

So far, he was keeping his promise.

“Like I said sweetheart, I wanna have you screaming my name under the stars.”

“Slightly different words, but same concept.” You laughed when a blush made its way to his cheeks and you told him again how adorable he looked when you teased him. He could only smile and shake his head at you before settling between your legs. Sebastian leaned down, brushing his lips over your neck and grinning when you moaned at how soft they were. He’d dug his hand in your hair and pulled your neck to the side to get more access to your skin, biting down just a little at the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

“Ahhh god-”

“Sebastian will do.” He said smugly and you wished you had some cells functioning in your brain to tell him he should take it back a notch but you honestly enjoyed this side of him. He was such a gentleman thus far and didn’t pressure you to do anything. He’d been honest from the beginning and seemed to genuinely enjoy your company. Men like him weren’t around that often.

“Your skin is so soft baby. I wanna lick every inch of you Y/N, mark you, fucking ruin you so everyone knows who you belong to,” Sebastian whispered as he left wet kisses down your arms, watching as your hands grabbed at the pillows. He looked up and saw your eyes shut, and made a split decision in that moment. Without a warning, he moved from kissing your wrist to your chest, teeth biting gently on one nipple through the swimsuit while his hands cupped the other.

Your back arched off the bed towards him and he chuckled at how responsive you were to his touches. When he looked up, he saw your jaws clenching hard, eyes focused on him and nothing else. He enjoyed teasing you, groaning and humming his approval when he felt your nipples harden under his aggressive touches.

Too busy looking at him, you barely felt the hand falling beneath your back and undoing the clasps of the swimsuit, arms stretching above your head when he pulled the top off. Sebastian didn’t waste any time, grabbing the bottom half of your swimsuit and pulling it down your legs before opening you up for him. He stared at you for a little longer than intended and you felt naked under him. Well, you were naked but it was a different feeling.

“You are so fucking gorgeous Y/N. I’m a lucky man.” He didn’t know where he wanted to start first, leaning down until his face was between your thighs. “Say you’re mine baby. Say you’re mine and I’ll make you feel so good.” Sebastian left lazy kisses on the inside of your thighs and you hated how much you enjoyed it. But for some reason, his words left you feeling butterflies in your stomach. Up to now, you genuinely thought this may have been a quick fuck for the two of you but the more you thought about the conversations you had, the more you realized he really was invested in this “relationship,” maybe more than you to be honest.

“Please.” You whispered, hands reaching for his arms and holding tightly on his wrist. He chuckled and shook his head, “nah baby...as much as I love hearing you begging for me, that’s not what I asked for. Use your words love, let me hear you say it. Come on Y/N I know you want this just as much as I do.” He bit your hipbone, pulling away quickly when he felt your hips jut out involuntarily.

“I’m yours. Oh my god Sebastian I’m yours. Please baby I want you, I need you so badly ple-” He didn’t let you finish, satisfied with hearing you say what he’d wanted to hear since he saw you at lunch. You’d tell him later that he growled before pouncing on you like a hungry wolf, tongue wrapping deliciously around your sensitive nub before sucking harshly on your wet lips. You were a heaving mess, torn between looking at him and throwing your head back to enjoy the sensation. Sebastian was very skilled with his mouth, somehow managing to bring so many sensations by simply licking and nipping at your clit.

“Fuck baby you taste so much better than the finest wine I own.” You barely made out the mumbled words, looking down and watching him watch you as he tongue-fucked your cunt. He seemed to actually enjoy going down on you and you weren’t one to complain if a guy gave you his best.

“Fuck Seb...Seb that f-feels so good, I- your tongue ffffuck,” you shifted above him, hands shooting to his head and pushing him closer to your pussy.

His hands roamed your body, scratching and squeezing anywhere he could reach before he pinched and flicked your nipples. “Look at me Y/N...look at me when I fuck you with my tongue. Shit baby your pussy juice is all over my face, could stay here forever.” You felt light-headed from his actions. He kept true to his words, touching you everywhere he wanted all at once and some more. “That’s it, mhmmm, grind into me, only want your cunt baby fuck...so wet for me.” As one hand cupped at your flesh, the other descended slowly, rubbing at your lips to spread your juices. You weren’t surprised from the filthy mouth he had, part of you knowing you should be shy from how unapologetic and shameless he was but not finding a single care to give. It made you wet just hearing him swear under his breath and you couldn’t look away, not when he was devouring you like you were the last drink he’d ever have.

“This pussy is mine Y/N, you heart that? Fucking mine. No one gets to touch you but me.” He eased two fingers in, not bothering to go slow and fucking you until you were screaming and practically jumping off the bed. “That’s it baby, cum on my face. Cum all over me...cunt is so pretty and wet for me, shit. That’s it Y/N, love watching you squirm.” He pulled away when he saw you couldn’t take it anymore, rubbing your thighs slowly and pushing his body completely off of you until he was standing.

Sebastian watched as you tried to calm your breathing, undoing his swim trunks before pushing them down and stepping away from them. He smirked at your reaction, knowing you were right and he shouldn’t be smug about any of this. Still, he enjoyed your pupils dilating and your mouth opening wide open as you stared at his cock.

“Fuck me…” You whispered, suddenly feeling hot and giddy all over again. You were about to slide towards him when he beat you to it.

“Whatever the lady wishes,” he smiled before crawling to you, lips seeking you again before he stopped and groaned into your neck. You couldn’t hold back, fingers scratching his chest before they wrapped around his hard cock. Sebastian seemed to forget what he was meant to do, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold himself up. Your hands felt so warm and soft jerking him off, and he continued to sigh your name breathlessly.

“God baby you...your hands feel so fucking good Y/N please,” Sebastian’s head fell on your shoulder, chest rising and falling as you increased pressure. You looked down in between you and saw the tip of his cock leaking and begging to be sucked. “Don’t I get a turn?” You teased him, raising an eyebrow when he stared at you and you couldn’t tell if he wanted to warn you or fuck you.

“Nu uh, not now. I’m about to blow Y/N and I wanna be deep in that fucking cunt when I do.” He slapped your hands away and rubbed at your pussy when he whispered that last bit. You bucked against his hands, squealing when Sebastian flipped you suddenly. He raised your ass and kneaded at the flesh, hands massaging down your back and swearing.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby you’re perfect,” he said, leaning against you until you felt his chest against your back. You turned and watched as he stretched to grab the condom on the dresser.

“I’m on the pill.” You blinked up at him, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed at the implication. “You- you sure baby? I swear I don’t mind, I just wanna be inside you love.” He soothed your back, wanting to make sure you didn’t feel pressured into doing anything. “Please Seb, I- I’m clean I swear.” you rocked against him, feeling his cock rub deliciously against your pussy.

“Fucking hell okay, yeah there you go. So am I baby, fuck you’re so fucking perfect and nice for me..” You sighed against him before reaching between the two of you and and guiding him inside you.

“Seh...ahh fuck Seb I-”

He snapped his hips harshly, throwing his head back when he felt you clench around him. Neither of you moved, wanting to feel the other as pleasure coursed through your nerve endings. “Ahh god fuck Y/N you’re so tight. F-fuck so tight and wet for me, so good baby shit.” He fell against you again, this time kissing and biting your shoulder blades until you begged him to move. “Shit I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you baby and...ah god so soft.” He rested his weight on his hands, continuing to shower your back with kisses until you relaxed your muscles.

“Move. Seb just...fucking move already.” You fisted your hands in the sheets until he moved his own near you, grabbing and scratching his arms when he pulled back before thrusting his hips. Sebastian knocked the breath out of you with each push against your ass, and you found it so dirty when you felt his balls slapping against your clit.

“You like that baby, you like me fucking into you? ‘M gonna ruin you Y/N, ‘m gonna have you coming on my cock over and over again, till you can’t feel anything but my dick inside you. Shit baby you’re so hot, so perfect and sweet and fucking sexy ffffuck. That’s it baby, grind your ass on me, let me feel this cunt wet me with your juices shit. Ahh gahd yes, so fucking good. So so good baby damn.” He kept whispering the filthiest things in your ears, smiling and biting your shoulders when you whimpered against him.

Sebastian enjoyed every little reaction he coaxed out of you, grinning proudly when you moaned and cried out his name. The fact that he’d decreased your brain function pretty much down to nothing made him harder, hands fisting in your hair and pulling your head against him so he could get a better look at you.

“Please Seb, harder. Fuck me harder baby your cock is so hard, I wanna feel you for days, take what you want.” You met his eyes and whimpered when you saw how wrecked he was, somehow more than you. He snapped his hips faster, swearing and growling against you as you continued to beg for him. You couldn’t tell if it was the rocking of the yacht or Sebastian’s roughness that made you dizzy and you didn’t care, committing to memory every pained expression on his face as he breathed against your skin.

Sebastian wanted to touch you everywhere, hands moving from your neck to your thighs and squeezing them, like he wanted to mark every inch of you so people would know who you belonged to. You continued talking to him, noticing how he enjoyed you encouraging him and telling him how hard he was.

“Fuck, S-seb you’re so good, feel amazing baby shit...no one fucks me like you. Stretching me with your big cock ahh fuck. Yeah, right there, keep fucking me baby so good. Make me cum on your cock Sebastian please, fuck please please.” Sebastian growled in your ear, and you’d he’d deny it later out of embarrassment but you enjoyed the raw emotion those vibrations conveyed against your neck.

And then he pulled out and flipped you over aggressively, devouring your lips and sucking on your tongue until he felt you scratching his back. You wrapped your arms around him, wanting to bring him closer to you somehow even though you were touching each inch of his skin. Sebastian sank into you, moaning when he felt your hard nipples brush against his chest. He let go of your neck and squeezed your breasts, pinching and pulling on your hardened buds until you were screaming in his mouth.

He pulled away and left wet kisses down to your chest, licking and sucking on your nipples, loving the way goosebumps erupted on your skin when he blew air on the painfully hard peaks.

“Could fucking stay here forever. Shit Y/N I love these so much. So fucking responsive for me baby aren’t you? Good fucking girl, my baby is wet and ready for me. Don’t want anyone else, just you baby. Just you. Fuck I’m so close baby you with me?” He attacked your clit, rubbing your clit until he saw your legs shaking against him.

“Wanna cum with you Seb please. Just take what you want. Please, want your cock.” You tried to grab for him but he rolled you over before you could, smiling at your surprised expression and not giving you a chance to say anything, inching his cock slowly until he bottomed out.

“Te simți atât de bine. Copilul rahat pasarica ta a fost făcută pentru mine.” Sebastian threw his head back, eyes shutting not sure if out of pain or pleasure. You gasped when you heard him whisper in Romanian, mirroring his actions and shutting your eyes to enjoy how much his cock stretched you.

“K-keep talking. Keep talking in Romanian. Fuck, Seb I’m so close.” You grinded down on him, supporting your weight on his chest and smiling when he moaned as soon as you dug your fingernails in his muscles.

“Sunt atât de aproape. So fucking good baby, shit. Eu nu am de gând să dureze.” Sebastian couldn’t tell if he wanted this to last or if he wanted to cum, his body deciding for him in an instant. Pulling you down until you were flush to his chest, he wrapped his fingers around your arms and held you close to him, fucking up into you until you were screaming his name in his neck.

“Yes Seb, fuck yes yes yes so good, so close. Cum with me baby please, fucking cum inside me. Let me feel your cock so deep inside my pussy shit right there...r-right fucking there ahh ffffuck I-” You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his balls slapping against your ass and filling the air with your swears and whispers. You held onto his arms, licking his neck and crying when he only grew rougher with you.

“Am de gând să umple pasarica ta. Mergând să te fac să mă simt de zile. Deci, al naibii de cald și frumos pentru mine. La dracu ', da. Vino cu mine. Al naibii vino cu mine acum. La dracu. La dracu 'atât de fierbinte. La naiba eu vin. Vin dracu '.” Sebastian couldn’t hold back anymore, whispering in your ears until his pace faltered, feeling your cunt clenching around him as you came with his name on your lips. Feeling your walls close around him tightly was what did it for him, coming deep inside you and not slowing down until neither of you could take it anymore.

You tried to bring your heart rate back to normal, but then you felt his cum leaking out of you and shuddered, a little embarrassed that you did this out in the open. He let go fo your arms and held your neck, tilting it until he met met your eyes.

“So beautiful.” Sebastian whispered before taking your lips in a chaste kiss. You melted against him for god knows what time that day, scratching and pulling on his hair until you felt him smile against you.

“You definitely apologized like a gentleman.” You laughed when he blushed at your comment, falling next to him and hissing at the sudden emptiness. He pulled the covers over you and kissed your forehead, sighing when he looked up at the sky.

“Like I said, under the stars.”

“Well, that’s not true.”

“What do you mean?” He frowned down at your comment.

“You said you’d make love to me under the stars, not fuck me into the next galaxy...not that I’m complaining.” You laughed even louder when you saw the blush run down to his chest and he shook his head at you.

“Haha very funny. Doesn’t mean I ruined my chances as a boyfriend right?” Sebastian looked down at you like a young boy and you couldn’t help but smile at how shy he was all of a sudden.

“Oh far from it. Blushing, shy, best-sex-for-life boyfriend? Count me in!” You kissed his wrist and rested your head on his chest, glad that your friend forced you into going to that lunch with her.

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