#the collar is still a little fucked up but I refuse to touch it again

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ﹙ THINK WE KISSED ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park jongseong with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `3377 warnings. lots of cursing! unedited.

JAY VER: mutual hate f2e JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER.

"what the fuck, piggy!" you feel jay's feet against the side of the waist before his voice reaches your ears. kicked out of bed and rolled onto the floor, that's how your mornings with jay start.

"what the hell is this!" he shouts again and when you turn to look at him you find yourself questioning the same,"what the hell is that!" a litter of pretty lipstick marks all over him, collarbones to neck to jaw to face. and keyword: lips.

"you tell me! what the hell does it look like?" if it were some other time you'd have laughed your ass off at the horrified look on his face, but the very familiar shade of color on him, the one you always wear because you're quite literally obsessed with it has you horrified as well at the realization. there's no way you did that, with park jay? no no no.

"don't tell me we-"

"i have my boxers on and you're still in that ugly fucking dress so no we did not," his words are like a shower of relief to you. however to jay, it is also something else. sure he is glad you did not do anything but that dress you have on? it's not ugly, it is everything but ugly. you look so pretty in it, like a doll and he thinks it's probably the reason why he let you kiss him all up.

"you better have something to say because i don't understand how this happened," his hands rub over the marks he can see while you sit on the floor trying to remember last night. you went to a college party, and you met jay there, and having the same group of mutual friends you remember playing drinking games. a shot of tequila when you refused to kiss jay for a dare and that's where your memory fails you.

"i don't remember," you say simply, watching jay get of bed and into the bathroom.

"i don't either so let's just call it truce and forget,"

sighing in resignation, you take a look around the room, going over to the mirror to scan yourself. there under the shadow of your ear you spot something purple, a touch and it hurt. pushing your hair out of the way, you take a closer look at it. pupils dilating upon the realization that it's a hickey. with a mortified look in your eyes, you pull down at the collar of your dress to find more. a litter of it mirroring jay's kiss marks. and when you shift on your legs to inspect the other side of your neck, you feel a sting on the skin of your thighs. no way no way please no. you pray as you lift the skirt of your dress, but it's all in vain for you find bruises on the plush of your thighs, in the shapes of handprints, one on each.

you scream. you scream scream and jay is rushing out with a towel hanging low on his waist,"what! what happened!"

there's no time to feel the heat in your cheeks at sight of his naked figure, you are too traumatized by the possibilities of the events that could have happened between you two to even acknowledge the pounding of your heart on noticing the droplets of water cascading down the valley of his chest.

you show him what you had to see and in comes a scream from him.

"oh my god, fuck off before we find more things!"

"missy piggy is all dressed up," he looked you up once, coming to a halt just a step away from where you sat at the kitchen counter turned bar. he couldn't deny you looked good though, he almost lost his breath when he spotted you across the room. there were some loopholes in this weird relationship you had and he couldn't seem to accept it. he found you attractive and he was disgusted with himself for that. out of all the fishes in the sea it just had to be you. his little weakness, the pretty dress.

you wave your hand at his face,"whatever," jay doesn't like the way you just dismiss him, closing in on you blocking your view of whichever guy you were eyeing. whichever guy was hot enough to have your attention away from him.

"you wanna play some games?" his hand goes over to circle the top of your cup, noticing the orange juice in there.

"what game?"

"truth and dare, all our friends are gathering there to play," he wasn't interested to join earlier, but watching you fixated on some guys is itching him to take you away and get your ass busy.

hours later and he's in a circle, all drunk sitting right across you. 'kiss kiss kiss!" the chants go around with the bottle stopped right between your two. if he'd been sober, he would've left the second someone proposed for a kiss but with his mind all hazy right now, all he can think about is how your lips would feel on his. if the pretty shade on them would taste as sweet as they look.

to say he was disappointed when you chose to drink it out would be an understatement. jay felt no more purpose in the game, leaving as soon as you excused yourself. with your wobbly steps you sway your way to the dance floor, almost falling over yourself before jay has his hands around you, keeping you afloat.

"watch your step, pretty," he whispers into your ear.

"pretty? what happened to piggy?" there is a slight flinch in you when you whisper back, growing conscious of the proximity.

"piggies can be pretty sometimes," his hands move lower to your hips, gripping lightly as the music changes to one of sensual hues. body moving together to the sultry notes.

"we're dancing," turning to face the rather drunk boy, you trace a finger over the exposed skin of his chest. jay's sure you can feel the fast thumping of his heart under your pretty little soft tips but honestly he couldn't care less right now. the alcohol in his brain messing with his feelings. a mushy daze of everything he's ever felt for you, from middle school to college.

"together," you breathe out staring at the plump of his lips and jay feels this weird sparkling thing where his stomach twists and turns but in a good way,"apparently," all these people around, so many attractive faces he could have latched onto yet he can't imagine himself swaying away with anyone else, it just feels wrong for some reason.

"and we hate each other," the reminder is like a fresh breeze across his fuzzy mind, no matter where he looks he can't seem to feel the hatred right now,"mhm," jay reaches out with a delicate touch, watching your dazed eyes in a trance as you scan him, muzzling into his hand when he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear in a faint caress. after that it's a silence between you two, not the one where you usually think of ripping each other's hair off but perhaps one where you're thinking to eating each other's face off. at least that's all jay can think about.

you were drunk and he should have seen it coming. at some point you leave him hanging in the middle of the floor only for him to find you amidst a crowd of screams, letting it all loose on an elevated platform with a pole, right towards the front. twerking your ass off and instead of being embarrassed out of his wits jay rather feels this warm fluffy feeling. a conjured up image of a sober him driving to bars and clubs to pick up a drunk you as you shout 'baby' while running into his arms.

no what the fuck, what am i thinking. he is baffled at his own imagination. enemies to lovers trope is so not his thing. it should never be his thing. right?

"come on you need some fresh air," spotting a few guys eyeing you in the wrong way, jay is quite literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before walking out the house into the backyard.

"i was having so much fun there! why did you bring me out here!" you shout, still feeling the loud music ringing in your ears.

"you were having too much fun, you needed to touch some grass," he tries shushing you, flicking lightly at your forehead.

you ignore him, too tired and used to, to bicker back,"there's a pool here?" the excitement in your voice makes him laugh, y'all have probably been sitting here for five minutes, and you've only noticed the big ass pool now. but well, with the amount of alcohol you both have in your system right now it's a miracle you're still conscious and otherwise a little sane.

"why, you wanna skinny dip?" he knows that's exactly what you would want to do, if you could. he hasn't known you for ten years for just nothing. all those fights and bickerings and make ups, he's sure he knows you more than your friends and more than you know yourself. and he's always followed you whenever you weren't following him. doing everything you did just to get a chance at annoying you.

"can we go in there?" no.

tonight he'd like to stay dry and cozy.

"it's cold, i ain't doing this," he reprimands, squinting his eyes in the distance, a look away from you to tell you he's not having it.

however it's not like you listen anyway, at least not to him.

it's like second nature at this point, running after you. be it to get on your nerves or to secretly protect you,"piggy!" he snaps up at once at the sound of you skipping down the patio. albeit almost slipping and cracking your head open on the way. jay doesn't know if he should be worried more about ending up in the hospital or getting in there with you all wet and close.

he's been in the pool with girls before but he's not been in the pool with you since you were like eleven and friends and not hit by puberty yet, in your ugly loose swim shirts and pants, hair all over in a mess with no idea about romance.

"slow down will you, i can't be bothered to drive you to medics if you break a leg or something," he whines, feeling the water soaking up the clothes against his skin as he carefully walks down the stairs leading into the pool. two steps behind with his hand reaching out to steady you incase you decide to slip again.

"try to catch me!" you yell, putting in all efforts to move as far from him as you could.

"do i look like i need to try?" his hands loop around your wrists in a moment, pulling you against his chest is a low splash. arms going around the waist as he locks eyes with yours. the palm of your hands find refuge on his chest playing with the undone buttons when the hard pounding of his heart reverberates against your skin. you're nervous, he's nervous.

"why do you hate me?" he asks.

"because you do," you answer and jay's confused. what?

"why do you hate me?" you ask him. and as expected,"because you do,"

realizing it's all a big misunderstanding, jay can't help but feel his heart race faster if that is even possible,"i don't really hate you," the pout on your lips falters his gaze, looking down to avoid his breath stopping right there and then. "neither do i," a low whisper, softly adjusting the fallen strap of your dress. he scans you over once, his little weakness, the pretty dress. no, it's you, you always know what to wear have him weak in the knees.

"your lipstick is pretty-" you look so damn pretty he wants to say, brown orbs lingering on the shine radiating off your lips.

you're both drunk, and it's probably the only time he'll be able to say it. i can do it! jay swears.

however before he can even utter a syllable, the slippery gloss of your cherry lipstick slide against his lips. feeling the plush of your lips pressing onto his own, like a step into heaven. eyes open and motionless, taking a hard time to let it sink in while you're there moving your lips, catching his bottom lip between in a gentle bite.

"pi- piggy-" when you pull away for a split second only to jump onto him, his hands immediately grabbing the back of your thighs resting them around him, trembling at the tension he feels to dive right back in to a kiss.

"shut up," you begin leaving a trail of marks starting at his neck—

that's where you scream, pulling jay out of the flashbacks. he sits on his bed, tracing his lips in a trance after you've left. he had no idea how to face you after remembering all that while you still seemed to have no clue. how he knows your lipstick tastes sweet and bitter and how you don't know that he knows that.

he takes out his phone, a faint memory of a picture. searching through his gallery is not even necessary, on the top in a grand glory he finds the photo of you perched on his lap on his bed, head tucked into his neck where one can definitely catch glimpse of your fluttering kisses.

he can't seem to recall about the hickeys on your neck, and how you got to his room. but he's sure he will in a few days. hoping you'd too until then.

for now he'll post this. there's nothing better than getting under your skin. figuratively and literally.

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[luna0713hunter]

heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together

hands in your lovers hair

kiss me again :)

Author's note : i suppose you meant these prompts with Zoro? If not,you can send another request with the character you wanted :) hope you like it!

"heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together"

"hands in your lover's hair"

"kiss me again"

Based on this prompt

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Warnings : some swearing,kinda heated and suggestive maybe,heavy makeout (?),and drinking

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Relationship with Zoro is always thrilling.

There are always battles to fight alongside him;most of them ending with all of you whether running away or celebrating it in a bar. But ever since Sanji came along,most of your celebrations contained greatest feats and meals cooked by the best chef from all across the seas.

But then again,every once in a while you guys like to relax at a bar and just have fun.

So when Zoro starts walking toward a small bar in some alleyway after a big fight which ended with you guys winning,the rest of the crew immediately followed him. You dont drink much,but watching Zoro drink is one of your favorite things to do.

So you all set behind a table,and order your favorite drinks. Soon enough,loud laughter fills your ears as Luffy and Usopp tell joked and ask everyone silly questions.

You're so caught in laughing at a joke Usopp had made that you dont notice Zoro's trying to get your attention.

He takes your hand from under the table and tugs slightly. At that,you turn your attention to the green hair man beside you while still giggling.

"yeah?"

Zoro jerks his head slowly toward the exit.

"step out a second with me."

You tilt your head, confused. But with a single nod,you stand up to follow him.

The weather outside is cool and refreshing;and despite not having much to drink,it still clears your head.

You take a deep breath of the fresh air,and turn toward Zoro.

"why did we come outside?"

Zoro stares at you,and just as you're about to tell him that he's drunk and you two should head back,he steps closer until your back is touching the alley wall.

A single hand finds its way to your face,and after caressing your cheek, Zoro brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You lean your face in his palm and smile up at him.

"Zoro?"

"you look so gorgeous tonight,babe."

The confession has your breath hitching as his fingers card through your hair.

"you were amazing today, fighting those bastards. And just now at the bar," he presses himself closer to you until your chests are touching, "you were the prettiest, sitting there and laughing."

It was no secret that Zoro barely talked,and moments where he would compliment you wasnt that rare,but still little.

But drunk Zoro was always honest to fault. And apparently he has no filter either.

So when you pull him close by the collar of his shirt,he goes willingly.

And as always,the moment his lips touch yours, sparks shoot through your spine.

Zoro fucking Roronoa was born a kisser.

The kiss turns heated soon;until your fighting for breath but still refusing to pull away. The alley is empty,and a perfect place to kiss Zoro breathless as well.

But when you feel yourself getting slightly dizzy,your fingers go to his short,green hair,and tug gently.

Zoro pulls away with a groan and rests his forehead against yours while panting slightly. His high cheekbones slightly red;his hair a mess. And the fact that you made him like this has chest warming even more.

"Fuck,Zoro," you panting against his lips, "Baby you're so hot."

"Then kiss me again."

And who're you to not comply to the greatest swordsman's wishes?

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[d0youc0py]

Hi! Really love all your works! You write boys so good!

I saw, that your requests are open, so I want to make request for the first time) (Feel free to ignore it, if you don't like the idea or find it triggering. TW: panic attack, abuse)

Can you write a one short for the 141 boys plus Konig, where during fight with their s/o (reader), they accidentally send reader into a panic attack? Maybe the cause of this reaction is a story of abuse in the reader's past or something like that. How would boys react? What would they do?

Thank you in advance!

P.S. Sorry for grammar or semantic errors, english isn't my mother tongue.

He was on you in an instant. It always seemed like nothing got past him- and your instant change in demeanor was no exception.

Your hands pressed against his stomach, trying to create some form of distance between the two of you. With gritted teeth- he obliged.

“I shouldn’t have been so firm with you, Honey. I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, like the John you knew. It didn’t comfort you like it usually did.

“It’s alright.” You gasped, your body feeling like it was being weighted down by chains.

“Don’t pacify me. It’s not alright.” John pressed. His hand raised but quickly went back to his side when he saw your hesitation to be touched. Your eyes fled up to his, waiting for him to get angry again at your rejection, yet all you saw were his heavy blue eyes. Heavy with hurt and anger, yet you instinctually knew none of it was at you. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Let me help you, please. Let me fix this sweetheart.”

You didn’t have the energy or wits to refuse.

You couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. His breaths were always light and careful even if he was fast asleep. You however were a mess. Shaky, cold yet sweaty, your heart pounding a mile a minute. You pulled the covers back and slowly slipped out of bed. You glanced behind you, half praying he was awake and would usher you back to bed. You could almost hear the displeased rumble coming from his chest as he patted you back to sleep. But not so much as a stir came from him. You crept into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid, holding a towel over your mouth to muffle your sobs. A familiar wave of weakness wash over you. Your mind instantly fled to flight mode.

The events of tonight made you wonder if there was anyway to revive your relationship. He completely shut down- only opening his mouth to give a few verbal jabs here and there. This wasn’t the first time you had sobbed to yourself in the bathroom, but you had never felt heartbreak quite like this before.

“You alright in there?” You jumped at the gruff voice on the other side of the door.

You took a quick breath offering a pitiful “yeah”. Suddenly the door opened and you quickly leapt up, your first instinct to shut the door. His heart sank when he caught sight of you.

“Sweetheart.” Simon said quickly. He used his body to keep you from shutting the door. You used the towel to wipe your face- a little too harshly for his liking. His hand came up, pulling your hands away from your face. “Fucking hell.” He grumbled, mostly to himself.

“I’m sorry.” You started. He quickly hushed you, a displeased rumble leaving his chest just like you had imagined.

“Not your fault.” He shushed. “I was an ass, Lovie. I knew how you would react I still chose to go about things the way I did. I’m sorry.” He tilted your chin up, running his thumb across it.

Your breathing was shallow- not that he could tell over his shouting. He was a hothead and it was reminding you all too much of your past. Your hands pulled at the collar of your shirt hoping it would ease the feeling of your world falling in on you. The living room was suddenly too small. The TV suddenly too loud. The lights suddenly too bright. Your head felt too light. Your skin too itchy and your body too twitchy. Johnny’s burning blue eyes flickered from place to place making you wonder if you even still needed to be there. He seemed fine carrying on this argument with himself. Yet you were frozen. His growling voice suddenly stopped.

Your eyes left the floor to glance at him. He watched you with careful blue eyes, that softened by the minute. He was assessing you and he quickly realized it wasn’t good.

“Bon?” His voice was warm- familiar.

“Please stop yelling Mac.” You whispered. He nodded his head in agreement clearing the distance between the two of you.

“Is it too soon for me to say I’m sorry.” He questioned. He leaned against the wall, slowly guiding your shaky form towards him. “Christ.” He murmured, holding his lips firm against your head. “I know better and I should’ve done better, Bon.”

He was a fairly patient man- especially when it came to you, but he was losing his mind. His trained ears only being able to focus on your sniffles and you trying to get your breathing back to normal. His molten eyes stared straight ahead, his body twitching to go to you. He had lost his temper- not so much at you but at a situation. By the time he realized just how badly he had upset you- it was too late. You practically begged him to give you space and he obliged- kind of.

The couch creaked as he stood, quietly making his way towards the bedroom. He knocked softly against the doorframe, like one move would startle you like a scared deer. He was right, you jumped.

“Ky, I’m alright. I promise.” You assured, your face half buried in a pillow. He wanted you to seek comfort from him. He sat down and slowly moved the tear stained pillow away from your face.

“Let me take care of this, please.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss below your ear.

He was furious that he had let himself go like that. Part of his job was keeping his emotions in check and he couldn’t do that for the one person it really mattered. He was so upset he hadn’t even noticed how distraught you were until nearly ran out of the room. He had talked you down, apologies flowing from his lips till he saw some sign that you were believing him.

He had coaxed you into his arms- the place you would stay for as long as you’d wished to. At least that’s what he told himself. But the way his arms wrapped so tightly around you it appeared to be much more of his decision than yours.

“I hope you can forgive me, Schatz.” He said it aloud but it felt like he was talking more to himself.

“You didn’t know Konig.” You muttered. He winced at the formality of his name. No “Konnie” or “Kon” or some random German word you had decided to be his nickname for the day.

“Don’t make excuses for me.” He ran a hand up and down your back. “No one deserves that treatment less than you. I’m sorry I scared you, it won’t happen again.”

Thank you for your kind words! Hope you liked it! Writing this made me realize how little I write Konig. 🩷

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[yanderenightmare]

Bakugou Katsuki

TW: platonic to romantic yandere, no transphobia but transgender themes, bullying, not proofread

male to fem reader

had a crazy idea about a platonic yandere bully Bakugou, who's always pushed his childhood friend around ever since he found out he was quirkless (just like BakuDeku only with reader)

but then, one day, reader gets hit with a gender-switch quirk, turning him into a girl. at first, he decides to wait it out at home, but then several weeks pass, so he decides to go see the doctor - who then tells him that since he's quirkless, there's nothing preexisting in his system to fight off the foreign cells that have mutated his body - basically telling him that there is no cure that will change him back to the way he used to be, but giving him the same option one would give any girl who wants to transition.

just think about the fucking change in dynamic.

like, Bakugou would continue on with his bullying bullshit, but the reader finally puts down his foot, telling him he's going to file sexual harassment if he doesn't keep his sweaty hands off him.

and Bakugou's just like ??? you'll fuckin' what ???

and Bakugou's friends are all, "it's kinda lame to be pickin' on some girl- we're a little too old to be pullin' pigtails..."

and again, Bakugou's like ??? fuckin' what ???

and then he's like, "well, if i can't bully him as a guy, then..." and reports you for not wearing the girls uniform, thinking he's being so fucking clever.

but then you show up in a girl's uniform, and everyone's just fawning over how cute and perfect you are.

you have other girls asking you to sit at their table, fixing your hair with cutesy clips and your face with some lipgloss.

guys are stopping you by the lockers, a little awkwardly since they know who you used to be, but fuck- you're just so adorable- it really suits you

and Bakugou's forced to look at it all with his eye twitching. you used to be such a fucking loner; he could have you all to himself and know people want to be your friend and shit, or worse...

and then boom, platonic yandere turns into romantic yandere

and everything is so fucking awkward on both sides...

because he'll still bully you, but it's changed very clearly from getting the crap beat out of you and being stuffed in a locker to...

well... a whole new range of things

from being told that all the boys only flirt with you as a joke and that you look like a fucking clown with all that makeup on - even when you're only wearing chapstick and have been so dim in your boyish mind to even have noticed that anyone's been flirting with you.

but then there's this one guy who's been sending you love letters almost every day who decides to corner you and confess, and even though you turn him down, he still refuses to let you leave. and there's this instinctual terror blossoming inside you that you've never ever felt before once you see him looking down at you with that predatory look in his eyes, and before you know it, you're standing there fucking crying even though he hasn't even touched you yet.

and then comes your unlikely hero, and Bakugou just fucking thrusts this guy up against a wall with his hands balling his collar, sneering at him to fuck off

and feelings of relief are so confusing you end up just standing there awkwardly, blinking your eyes that won't stop spilling with tears for some odd reason you're not yet used to. you end up saying a small "thanks," but even the small gesture makes you blush and feel flushed because fuuuck wasn't that kind of attractive what Bakugou just did for you ???

but no, you hate that guy ??? he used to give you swirlies and wedgies and black eyes, and even now, he still bullies you

being a girl is so confusing

but being Bakugou is also confusing because he's feeling the simmer of other instincts that had previously lied dormant - protective instincts and something else that makes him have to fight off a boner standing there seeing your pretty little face all teary and cute

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[wheredafandomat]

Carnal desires

Loki x female reader

18+| contains smut, a lot of smut and like barely any plot. My smut feels so repetitive 🙄 or is it just meeee?? Anyways I thought let’s change it up a bit with diff scenarios - these will be very random 😂

Scenario: imagine you and Loki being at some kind of party together maybe with friends etc and the drunker you both get the more you’re giving each other the eye, the I wanna tear your clothes off and bang you right here eyes but you know you can’t so you occasionally smile knowing that as soon as you get home it’s game over.

“I think we’re going to head home now.” You announce, refusing the shot being offered to you by Natasha.

“Home? The nights just beginning.” She insists, looking around at your peers for support.

“Me and Loki need to be up early tomorrow” you lie “besides, I’ve already had too much to drink.”

“Yes, me too.” Loki agreed, wondering why you both had to be up tomorrow.

“Yep, so we better be going.” You smile politely at everyone, grabbing Loki’s hand before dragging him out of the club and slamming your lips onto his in a kiss that leaves you both dizzy.

“Why do we have to be up early tomorrow?” He asks breathlessly.

“We don’t.” You answer, kissing him again before breaking the kiss to order an Uber.

The whole journey you and Loki barely pull apart, either kissing each other or subtly touching hoping that the driver is none the wiser. The more your lips moved against one another’s, the slower the kiss was as if you were savoring the flavour of whisky on his tongue. His lips moved to your neck as your head fell back against the headrest behind you, granting him further access as your eyes fell closed before feeling the car come to a stop.

“Loki, baby, we’re home.” You spoke, making him look up at you as the driver cut his eye at you in the rear view mirror.

“Home.” He repeated, pausing his administrations before getting out of the car and almost falling as he sped to your side of the car, opening the door. You stepped out, Loki offering his arm for support as you walked back towards the apartment.

The elevator ride up was passed with giggling and quick pecks before you finally reached home. You struggled putting the key in the door as Loki kissed your neck from behind you. Once you were finally inside, you almost tripped in before Loki caught you, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into a passionate kiss. He pressed you against the wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, kicking the door closed in the process.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He spoke between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt, the both of you sobering up a little at the prospect of finally being able to give into your carnal desires. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you.” He continued, leaving open mouth kisses across your collar bones. You pushed his shirt off of him before running your hand down his bare chest, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to touch his skin. Your hand ventured lower before you moved it against his growing length still covered by his trousers.

“Oh I think I have an idea.” You grinned as Loki lifted your dress. You helped free his cock knowing that this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. There wasn’t going to be any pleasantries exchanged, this was going to be two people chasing their orgasms like a moth to a flame. Your head fell back against the wall behind you as he lifted one of your legs, securing it against his waist as he used his free hand to venture between your thighs.

“You didn’t wear any panties” he almost cooed “good girl.”

You bit your lip at the praise, hearing the sound of his fingers gliding through your slick folds. You continued palming him before he retracted his fingers, spreading your arousal along his length before pressing it against your entrance. Your lips met as he entered you. He set a fast pace, fucking you against the wall as your moans filled the space. His hand crashed against the wall next to your head as he steadied himself, feeling your walls gripping him. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he continued moving against you. You were both so close, Loki panting in your ear as you dug your nails into his back, moaning his name.

“I’m gonna cum.” He spoke in your ear, licking the shell of it as you spoke incoherently, saying a variation of the same. He thrust a few more times before stilling his movements, shooting his load deep inside of you spurring on your own orgasm. You stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving, basking in your joint high before you felt a mixture of you both leaking out of you as Loki began to pull out. You smiled to yourself knowing that sex like this was always followed by a shower together.

Scenario: imagine inviting Loki over for dinner at your parents house before they suggest you both stay the night considering it’s late now and home is a long drive away.

“Loki we can’t” you insisted, deciding to give him a hand job instead of the full throttle which is what you both truly desired “my parents are right next door.”

“Then we’re just going to have to be very quiet aren’t we.” He winked, turning his head towards you and kissing you.

“We can’t.” You said again, breaking the kiss as you tried to stroke him to completion knowing that feeling his erection against you all night was going to make you give in and ride him to the high heavens so it was better this way.

“Say you don’t want to and we won’t.” He assured, looking into your eyes lovingly as you narrowed your gaze at the annoyingly handsome man. Of course you wanted to. Wordlessly, you stopped the movement of your hand around his cock and kissed him. Loki made his way on top of you, pressing you against the bed as you widened your legs, welcoming him between them. Reaching between you both, Loki pulled your panties to the side as his cock rested against your hipbone.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at you.

“Gosh, yes.” You stressed before Loki smiled, mostly to himself and entered you slowly. You instantly regretted this, the feeling euphoric as he bottomed out. It was going to be torture to keep silent.

“You feel so good.” He grunted, thrusting into you.

“Shh.” You answered, eyes tightly shut as you tried to focus on not making a sound. He moved slowly, not wanting the headboard to bang against the wall but it made the feeling even more overwhelming. He filled you completely, barely pulling out before filling you again. You felt him everywhere, shrouding you as you bit into his shoulder trying to stifle your moans. He moved his hips differently, grinding into you as your eyes flew open.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You panted.

“Shh.” He warned cheekily, continuing his movements as you clenched your walls around him causing his eyes to roll backwards. Before long he was whispering in your ear, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt as you quietly moaned, your climax threatening to consume you. One of your hands played with his hair as he increased his pace, his words turning into breathy moans as you both lost control. Needless to say, Loki was never invited to stay over again.

Scenario: now imagine being an Avenger and avenger Loki takes a bullet for you during a mission. Despite being on the same team, you didn’t get along very well so this was shocking to say the least and definitely definitely erotic.

Once you got back from the mission, Loki was carried away to the infirmary whilst you followed along, wanting to ensure he was alright considering he had lost a lot of blood. Despite being shot, he asked you if you were alright after shoving you out of the way of the bullet which left you falling to the floor. You quickly nodded before his leg gave way, sending him to the ground as you called for backup. Since then, you had been comforting him on the journey home despite not being on the best of terms with Loki most of the time.

“Y/n, we’ll take it from here.” Banner stopped you, gesturing to himself and the nurse accompanying him.

“No, I want to go in too, I promised.” You insisted, strangely protective of Loki.

“You can visit him once he’s stable.” He stated, Steve pulling you backwards before you gave up, knowing he was in safe hands. Ignoring whatever pep talk Steve was giving you, you made your way to your room, slamming the door behind you before making your way into the shower.

The water streamed through your hair and down your body as you replayed the mission. If you weren’t so careless with your danger perception, Loki would be fine right now. This was all your fault.

You changed into some comfortable clothes before making your way back to the medwing where Thor was leaving Loki’s room. You felt nauseous, expecting Thor to reprimand you for allowing his brother to be harmed but instead he hugged you.

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He spoke into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back.

“How’s Loki?” You asked, confused as to why Thor wasn’t angry.

“He’s fine, just asleep, however Banner said that if the bullet had hit you, it probably would have been fatal.” He continued as you paled.

“Fatal.” You uttered, shocked at the prospect of having potentially died today.

“It was vibranium, it would have severed your artery and gone straight through you. You humans are very fragile, too mortal.”

“Oh” you answered, still shocked “yes.”

“But don’t fret” he beamed, breaking the hug “you’re healthy and Loki is fine, he’s already healing.”

“Good.” You smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, he’ll be awake later on and you’ve probably not eaten since breakfast.” Thor suggested. You went with him, thinking about how Loki had saved your life.

Once you had eaten, you went back down to the infirmary hoping that Loki was awake now. Through the blinds you could already see that he was. You knocked the door before pushing it open, eyes meeting Loki’s.

“You know you really are stupid.” You spoke.

“Oh no, I know” he dismissed, waving one of his hands “I take a bullet for the girl and she berates me.” He huffed, causing you to smile, him mirroring it.

“How are you?” You asked, making your way to him.

“Well my thigh is killing me and now I’ve got to call the nurse to change the dressing.” He answered.

“Oh don’t bother calling the nurse, I’ll do it.” You offered knowing it was the least you could do.

“You can change a dressing?” He asked incredulously.

“You can change a dressing” you mocked, mimicking him “yes I can change a dressing, I can also stitch together a wound and roundhouse kick you to the floor.” You warned.

“Oo, scary.” He grinned.

“Come on, let me see.” You prompted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he uncovered his thigh. You were intrigued by how much it had healed already and couldn’t help but run your hand around the area. Loki watched you as you stared down at the cut intensely before feeling your hand just a little too high causing him to flinch.

“Stop!”

“Sorry.” You quickly apologised leaving him regretting his outburst.

“I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just—” he began before pausing.

“Yes?”

“I’m-I’m a little—sensitive.” He rushed out.

“oh OH oh, sorry, yes of course.” You answered, ignoring how flushed you felt at the realisation before you exchanged an awkward smile with Loki and began setting out the things you needed from his bedside table.

Loki bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on remaining as flaccid as he could despite how tenderly you were touching him. It felt impossible, like pushing a huge boulder up a mountain although, he was sure he could muster up enough seidir to do even that unlike this. Sweat began beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wondered how long this was going to take. He tried to remove his focus from you and your dainty little hands and how they’d look caressing him and focus on something more morbid instead. Asgard burning, No, NO, he scolded himself thinking about how much he’d like that. Right, think of something else, he began internally until you interrupted.

“Um” you uttered, just above a whisper noticing that Loki was now sporting a semi. Hearing you, Loki was aghast as he realised.

“Oh norns, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He apologised.

“No it’s fine, it’s nice—NATURAL, it’s natural” you quickly corrected yourself before dropping the gauze which fell under the bed. Huffing, you made your way onto the floor to pick them back up before lifting your head and realising that you were now kneeling between Loki’s legs, eye level with his erection. You glanced up at him as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you began talking, unable to stop yourself. “Well considering this is all my fault” you began, running your hand up his uninjured thigh “maybe I should take care of your little problem.”

“Little?” Loki scoffed before apologising as you rolled your eyes.

Licking your lips, you freed his cock, moving your hand up and down it soothingly as Loki released a breath. Moving closer, you lowered your head before licking the tip of his cock, reveling in the taste of him. You took him in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue as Loki began to pant. One of his hands bunched up into she sheet below him as you sucked his cock, picking up his free hand and placing it against the back of your head to guide your movements.

“Oh y/n, who knew you were so naughty” he sniggered, hips thrusting up a little as you deepthroated him “naughty naughty girl.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you sucked just the tip, a smirk painting his face. You continued until you felt his body tensing, hips stuttering as he came into your mouth, you swallowing.

“Good girl.” He praised, wiping the corner of your mouth as you released him, standing back up. “Well that’s one way of thanking me” he smiled “I should take bullets more often.”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” You warned.

“Of course.” He assured before you spun on your heels to leave and relieve the tension growing in your abdomen at the sight of Loki’s erect cock let alone the taste.

“Y/n wait” he called after you, “the wound.” But you were already gone.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - TOJI

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“Zen’in… let me talk to you for a second.”

 I’m fucking pissed. I asked Y/N to come by before the club opens with food because I wasn’t able to get a meal in before my shift. But the last thing I expected was to walk in on this little fuck putting his hands on my girl. 

 I let it go for a moment since Y/N was there and I didn’t want shit to get ugly in front of her. However, now? I’ll make it crystal clear to that blonde haired bitch to tread carefully when around her.

 “Ah, just the man I was looking—”

 I grab him by the collar and force him to look at me. “You got a death wish?” 

 He shrugs and feigns a smile. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

 “I catch you touching Y/N again and I guarantee you won’t make it back to Japan alive.”

 “Ah, your woman—” I let out a warning growl to let him know to check himself before finishing that sentence. “Your girlfriend. Impeccable taste you have, cousin. She’s a beauty.”

 I’m almost convinced this motherfucker is testing me. 

 “What the fuck do you want with her?” I ask through gritted teeth. 

 “Nothing. I just wanted to meet the lovely lady who’s making my favorite cousin happy. I’m glad she accepts you,” he explains with this stupid smirk on his face. “Despite what happened to your dear wife, Miss Y/N still wants to be with you.”

 I knit my brows in confusion and narrow my eyes. “The fuck you just said? What do you mean despite what  happened to my wife? What happened to her?” 

  My wife died—seven years ago from a sickness. We didn’t have enough money to get her the treatment she needed, and the second I found a contract to sign, it was too late. 

 Her death shocked the shit out of me because her health has always been top notch. She became sick one month and died the next. No one knew about her death except me and Megumi. 

 So to hear this shitface talk about my dead wife like he knew her pisses me off even more. 

 “Answer me, Zen’in! What the fuck are you talking about?” I yell. 

 He shrugs. “I fear that’s all I know, cousin.”

 “Don’t fuck around with me.” If I have to beat the information out of him, then I will. Like anyone would give a damn if he was gone or not. 

 “It’s as if you don’t believe me when I say I don’t associate myself with that family,” he says, simply with disgust. “All I care about is becoming the heir and taking over the company, but your father refuses to tell me how to make that happen.”

 I narrowed my eyes. “So why fucking bring up my wife like you know something?”

 “Just something I overheard. Now would you let go of me? This suit is ten thousand dollars, Cousin Toji.”

 I push him away from me and run my hand through my hair. Something I do when I’m nervous, which isn’t often. 

 What the hell is going on? I was next to my wife when she died at the hospital. Never let her out my sight, either, so nothing can convince me that shitty family had anything to do with her death. But that doesn’t mean I should put it past them.

 I knew this Zen’in brat was a sign of that damn family truly not being out of life. Like I’d ever believed it was a mere coincidence that he so happened to buy the club where I work. This brat has been dropping hints since he got here.

 Whether it was that piece of shit that’s known as my father being interested in Megumi or him supposedly having something to do with my late wife’s death, it only leads me to believe one thing. 

 They’re watching me. And if they have been for awhile, they should know I’m not that fifteen-year-old punching bag anymore. Megumi and Y/N are my priorities, so when it comes to those two—I’ll kill anyone that even mentions harming them. 

 After that conversation with the Zen’in lap dog, my mind has been filled with questions about my wife that I can’t answer myself. And apparently he can’t either. Don’t know if I believe him considering he’s a part of that family, but I didn’t sense any deception from him. 

 Naoya does seem like a snarky rich brat that’ll do anything to get what he wants, however, he knows not to fuck with me because I don’t make empty threats. 

 Need to meet with Kong about this shit. Maybe he could do some more digging for me until my trip to Japan in a few months before I found out the truth myself. And I don’t know if I should tell Y/N about my conversation with Naoya. 

 There’s so many missing components. Me telling her will open up a can of worms with questions I wouldn't know how to answer. Especially when I’m left in the dark, too. 

 For now, I’ll try not to think about this shit even though I know it’s going to keep me up tonight. 

 I think seeing how sexy Y/N looks tonight and being interrogated by her friends would be a good distraction. 

 I’ve gotten the “don’t break her heart or you’ll be sorry” speech from all of them. What came with that was “I’ll cut your dick off,” “I’ll blow up your car,” “I’ll gouge your eyeballs out with my nails,” the list can go on. 

 Though, it was her best friend, Camryn, that made it clear that her threats were more so promises, which I respect. 

 The amount of love and support Y/N has in her life in contrast to my shitty upbringing is pretty nice. Maybe if I had that, I wouldn’t be the way I am today. 

 Shit, I can already hear her in my head telling me to be kind to myself. 

 “So, what’s your preference in name? First or last?” Y/N’s best friend, Camryn, asks me. 

 “I preferred for Y/N to only call me Toji. So, Fushiguro or Y/N’s boyfriend works.”

 She looks at me then Y/N with wide eyes and feigning a smile. “Hm, okay. Well, Fushiguro, like I said—don’t toy around with my best friend’s heart. I’m very protective of her and I’ll ruin anyone who fucks with her happiness.” 

 “I think I do a pretty decent job in taking care of her,” I say suggestively with a wink while looking at Y/N. 

 “Oh, I bet you do. Y/N has told—”

 “Cam, Toji has to get back to work now,” Y/N interrupted, saving herself from whatever shit her best friend was going to say. 

 She rolls her eyes. “If by working you mean him staring at your ass in those tight pants, then by all means.”

 And she’s damn right about that. Hours have gone by and I can’t keep my eyes off Y/N, and my fucking dick in check from how uncomfortably rock I am right now. 

 She had a few drinks already—maybe three, and the liquor has her a bit more loose. Dancing and grinding all over friends, sometimes to the point where one of her tits almost slipped out. I don’t believe in shit, but I fucking prayed for it happen. 

 Then, again, no because her bare body is only for my eyes. 

 Just know as soon as we get home, I’m having my way with that sweet pussy tonight. Watching her has my libido skyrocketing and my sexual appetite is hanging on by a thread the more I look at her. 

 And I can’t even say Y/N is purposely doing this, knowing I would be turned on because she’s naturally this way. Full of life, vibrant, and her presence alone draws in the attention of everyone. 

 In the midst of my sexual musings, I see a woman staring at me and begins to approach me. 

 “Hey, handsome. Do you work here?” Red head. Brown eyes. Maybe two inches shorter than Y/N. Not sure what she wants, but I know it’s definitely not anything needing security. 

 “I do. Everything’s okay?” I reply flatly. 

 She twirls her finger in her hair. “Hm, all the security guards that work here are very attractive, but you stand out the most… I like what I see.” Her attempt at resting her hand on my chest fails due to me backing up. 

 She has to be fucking drunk because no way would she think to touch me sober. 

 “Not interested, and there's a no touch policy,” I tell her. “If there’s nothing you need, go enjoy the rest of your night.” 

 “Well, there is something I need—” Fucking drunks like her gets under my damn skin, but I didn’t even notice Y/N heading towards me until she was caught in my peripheral. 

 And let’s just say I can feel the energy she has when seeing this woman in front of me. 

 “Hi, big guy.” Y/N brushes past the woman to loop her arms around my neck and place a kiss on the side of my mouth. 

 My cock reacts in a way where it twitches uncontrollably and strains against the front of my pants. Seeing Y/N assert dominance and marking her territory on me by kissing all over my face and subtly touching my dick will make it harder for me to wait until we’re home to fuck. 

 She has nothing to worry about when it comes to my loyalty and ability to be faithful. Y/N is the only woman for me and I want her, and her only. But shit, I would be lying if I said her being jealous isn’t turning me on right now. 

 “Uhm, excuse me?” The woman clears her throat to make her presence still known. 

 Y/N’s arms remain around my neck, but she turns her head to answer. “Yes?”

 “I was talking—”

 “To my boyfriend?” she interrupted. “Yeah, I know.”

 “Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

 She feigns a dumbstruck expression. “Oh, really? Because I was watching the entire conversation from afar and it looks like he told you he wasn’t interested.” 

 “I—”

 “No explanation needed. Just know he’s mine, so tread lightly when you see him. Sounds good?”

 The redhead didn’t bother to respond. Just went wherever the hell she came from and away from us. But my only sense of direction right now is to find my way between Y/N’s legs. 

 Didn’t think I’d ever see her get possessive and jealous over me the way I usually am about her. To be claimed that way… that shit never happened to me before. Y/N really knows how to get me. 

 I don’t give a damn about being at work. I need her. Now. 

 Closing the distance between us, I press my erection against her, whispering in her ear, “Come with me, sweets.”

 And she didn’t even flinch because I’m almost positive we’re thinking and feeling the same way. 

 Like I said before, Y/N under the influence is clingy as shit. She had enough alcohol in her system to be just as horny and needy as me right now. But not enough to where she’s not capable of making her own decisions.

 Which entails grabbing and stroking my dick through my slacks. Whatever this woman does will always have me on the verge of coming before I even get the chance of having her pussy. 

 Her soft lips overpowers mine while exploring the inside of my mouth with her tongue. The taste of her sweet cocktail lingers on my tongue along with the mango flavored lip gloss I fucking love, reminding me what exactly Y/N is—an addiction. 

 She’s an addiction I’ll never recover from. The high, the adrenaline, the burn that I crave, I get all of that from Y/N. Remember when we met two months, all I wanted was a good fuck. Now? I never want to let this woman go. 

 And she’s such a needy slut, already trying to unbuckle my pants and pull out my cock. But I’ll have to remind her who’s in charge. I make quick work to grab Y/N’s arm, put it around her back, and push her face first onto my desk, giving me the perfect view of her ass.

 “Slow down, pretty girl. Big guy is going to fuck you,” I whisper against her ear. 

 “I want to suck your dick, Toji.” She grinds her ass on my cock, showing her desperation on how badly she wants me. 

 “Yeah? Want to get on your knees for me and be a pretty slut?”

 She nods eagerly. “Please, baby. Let me just get it wet for you.”

 Fuck, how could I say no to that? 

 I let go of her and she quickly turns around and falls to her knees to finish undoing my pants. Wish I had a damn pillow in here because I don’t want Y/N hurting, but I won’t have her down there for long. 

 “Mhm, fuck. Your dick is so pretty, baby,” Y/N says through a moan. She starts teasing me, kissing my tip and giving me kitten licks to relish my precum that’s dripping. 

 And as much as I enjoy a good tease, I’m too fucking hard to be waiting. So I cuff her jaw and grab my dick to move things up to speed. 

 “Open,” I ordered, which she did with no hesitation. I guide myself into her mouth and nearly howl at the warmth of her saliva. “That’s my girl. Think my cock looks much better like this.”

 Seeing Y/N on her knees, looking at me with those chestnut lidded eyes that’s usually doe-like has me spiraling. That pretty gloss is smeared across her mouth and all over my dick the more I push past her lips. The pervert in me can’t help but think her mouth was made to suck me off. 

 The warmth. How she hollows her cheeks and tightens her lips around me. Gasping to catch some air from my brutal thrusts but still keeping eye contact. I’ll never get over how goddamn pretty she is, especially at this angle. 

 I gently tangle my fingers in her coils to get a good grip and begin hitting the back of her throat with my cock. My knees buck from the vibrations of her moans and gawking from my excessive force. 

 My head is thrown back in pure pleasure and I fucking moan Y/N name like it’s all I know. 

 “Fuck, Y/N. Suck me off harder, sweets. Keep being a good girl for me,” I groaned. She bobs her head back and forth while wrapping both her hands around my shaft. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wait, Y/N. Trying to make me bust already?”

 I felt the nut rushing to the tip of my cock, and had she kept sucking me, I would’ve flooded her mouth with my come.

 “Toji, why’d you stop me, baby? You were so close.” Y/N is desperate to have me back in her mouth, immediately sucking on my head while massaging my balls. She makes it hard for me to fucking pull back because she sucks dick good. 

 But just how she is, I desperately need that pussy.

 “Big guy wants to make you feel good, sweets.” I help Y/N to her feet and turn her around, again giving me a beautiful view of her ass. “Shit, you look so fucking sexy wearing this.”

 “I wore it just for you.”

 “For me only?” I ask, tauntingly. 

 She looks at me with seductive eyes and splays her hands across my chest. “Only for my big guy.”

 “Yeah?” My hands move slowly along her curves until they reach her tits. I notice her nipples hardening underneath my gaze and my cock stiffens more at the sight of them. “These pretty tits are dying to be sucked on. Tell me what you want me to do, Y/N.”

 She sucks in a harsh breath and lolls her head. “Why are you teasing me? Fuck me already, baby.”

 Needy and demanding? 

 Don't get me wrong—when Y/N is needy and whimpering for me, I get rock hard. But having her talk shit and tell me what to do is fucking doing shit to my cock. 

 Pulling her top down, her tits obnoxiously fall out and I instantly close my mouth around one while massaging the other. Her pants are off next and I curse, wondering how the fuck I was without this fat pussy for this long? 

 When it comes to this woman, I’m feral. An animal, almost—smelling how wet she is for me. And of course, she isn’t wearing any fucking panties. She wanted to get fucked by me tonight and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

 I lift her to the corner of the desk and rub my dick against her clit while sucking on her nipples. I’ll never get tired of those sweet gasps or how she wraps her legs around my waist and tangles her fingers in my hair. 

 “TJ, please. Hurry up and fuck—fuck…” Y/N’s demand was cut off by my cock disappearing inside her pussy. 

 “Fucking love how much of a needy slut you are. But you have to be patient with me, sweets.” My strokes are long and slow while licking all over her tits, but soon I whisper in ear. “You know I’m going to take care of you. Don’t I always?” 

 “God, yes. Oh, baby. I miss this dick so much,” she purrs. 

 “It misses you, too. This warm fucking pussy. Look at you already creaming my cock.” I chuckle underneath my breath and nip on her earlobe. “My pretty girl loves making a mess. Going to let me fuck my come inside of you?”

 “Fuck yes. This dick is mine.”

 And on cue, my cock begins twitching. “Tell me that shit again.”

 She moans before nipping on her bottom lip and holding me tighter. “This dick is mine… You’re mine… No one else’s.”

 She’s fucking possessive, damn near repeating the words I said to her the night I asked her to be my girlfriend. My thrusts quicken and I pound her harder until my balls slap her pussy and the desk creaks. 

 “You got jealous seeing her hit on me?” I asked, but she answered me with a moan. “Use your words with me.”

 “Yes, baby.”

 “Fuck, you know how much that shit turned me on, huh? You wanted me to fuck you this hard until you know I’m yours?”

 “Mine,” she moans, rubbing her clit. I feel her squeezing my cock, indicating how close she is from coming.”

 “Only yours. Only fucking want you.”

 My lips find her neck, nipping and licking to leave territorial marks.  When she goes back to the club floor, I need everyone to see how good she was fucked. Ruined makeup. Tears staining her cheeks. Come leaking down her thigh. Lips swollen and wreck. And her curls tousled from my touch. 

 I’m bound to bust after the way she sucked ny dick and how good this wet pussy feels. Y/N is the only woman to have me moaning her name like I’m some kind of broken record. 

 My strokes are now quick and short, but harsher than before. I know she can take me, though. This pussy was made to take my dick and she does it well. 

 “Right there, baby. Harder. Harder. Harder. Don’t stop fucking me like that,” she orders through whimpers and moans. Her cunt clenches around me  and the feeling of  my knees buckling up returns. “Come with me, big guy. I want you to come inside of me.”

 I hook my arms under the fold of Y/N’s knees, moving to the wall to fuck her against it. Before she rubs her clit, she coats her fingers with saliva then puts it in my mouth to do the same, and just the sight of our mingled spit helping her rub out her orgasm has me throbbing and filling her with my come. 

 Y/N releases seconds after and our moans reverberate in my office, convincing me that if anyone is outside, they could definitely hear us. Like I give fuck, though. All I could focus on is how beautiful Y/N looks when she comes. 

 A photograph memory of her brown eyes that look like they’ve been dipped in honey, shine in pure pleasure.  What I’m feeling for Y/N… I can’t describe it in words, but it has my heart beating fast.

 Almost two months of getting to know each other. Two weeks of her being my girlfriend. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but I know all my emotions are reserved for her.

 Once we both came down from our high, Y/N held my face and kissed me all over until she met with my lips. I take  what she gives me and appreciates how sweet she tastes.

 “Come home with me,” she says, softly, massaging my bottom lip with her thumb. She uses her free hand to play with my hair and I remember how good it feels when she does that.

 But it damn near killed me when I see her expression falter when I decline her invitation.

 “I can’t tonight, sweets.” I need to start making a move on the info that Zen’in prick gave to me earlier, and I know Y/N would detect my mood shift.

 Can’t have that happen.

 “Oh… is everything okay?” 

 See?

 “Yeah… just promise the kid we would watch some late night action movies when I’m home.” I’m a grown fucking man using his kid as an alibi to why I can’t spend the night at my girlfriend’s place. Though… It seemed to work. And now I feel like shit for lying.

 “Oh okay, baby. That sounds exciting,” she beamed. “I’m taking it that you’re doing better?”

 “On and off. Right now we’re on.” At least I’m telling the truth about that. “Come on, sweets. Let’s go back out there before your friends think you’re missing.”

 She giggles. “Trust me–they know where I’m at.”

 Hearing her laugh makes me feel like everything will be alright. And I think I’m going to need to hear more of it once I discover the truth of what happened to my wife.

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discussion question #9 — no discussion question for this chapter, but i would LOVE to hear your thoughts. initially i was going to add one more scene after the smut, but i think it would be better to start off the next chapter that way instead. so prepared to be blown away. thank you for reading and i'll see you next time. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

p.s — i finally created a playlist for WIFS. i added it to the summary page if you guys wanna check it out!

#anime x black!reader #anime x reader #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #toji angst #jjk angst #toji smut

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

I could teach you things

Part 1 here

Summary: Just a regular trip to the store with your new mommy, of course you’re still not keen on anything that’s going on, not that you had much of a choice anymore, maybe Wanda’s uninvited friend can do something to help?

Warnings: mentions of smut, minors DNI, Wanda being herself mommy kink (obviously)

A/n: I had a sudden burst of energy to finish part 2 so here ya go!

You watched Wanda speak to the neighbour about watching the boys while you were forced to go shopping for ice cream, by the loos of it the neighbour happily accepted and waltz into the house and Wanda came back towards the car so you decided to look out of the passenger window even when Wanda sat in the car kissing you on the cheek you remained still, not giving her any satisfaction.

"If you behave I'll make you cum later" she winked at you and you just rolled your eyes, you wished you'd never told her about being inexperienced so you changed the subject before she could continue "Does Agatha know how much of a crazy bitch you are too?"

"I'm not crazy, I just know what I want and I know how to get it" she started the car and moved off of the driveway, after a few minutes you were out of the neighbourhood and Wanda spoke again "spread your legs"

You whipped your head around so quick you thought it snapped "what?!

Wanda wasn't fazed she just repeated herself "spread your legs, we'll be in traffic for a little bit and I don't want you to be bored"

"I don't want too" you mumbled squeezing your legs together so she couldn't pry them apart "soon you'll have them open every time we're alone, but I understand it being the first day, I won't push you" her eyes went back on the road as you both neared the store

"You're so fucking confusing-" she yanked your hair back cutting you off and shouting in pain “see?! This is what I’m talking about, you’re nice and caring one minute then try and hurt me the next, make up your damn mind"

Wanda chuckled annoying you even more "you're adorable my love, I said I wouldn't push you and I stand by that, but that bratty behaviour won’t stand for much longer”

"Stay with me princess, don't want you wondering off" Wanda gripped your arm pulling you into the store "I'm not a child, I can walk by myself" you tried pulling away but Wanda didn't let you instead leaning in close whispering to you "I'll get you a collar and leash, I was just going to use one in the bedroom but I have no problem dragging you around in public with one, maybe I'll have you on all fours too, really treat you like-

"Okay! I get it, let's just get the ice cream and go back" you looked around the store, hopefully no one heard what Wanda just said, or if they did they didn't show it and you were thankful.

Wanda just smiled and kissed you on the cheek "good girl, do you want a teddy?"

You looked at her oddly "er no thanks, maybe the boys want one though?" You wouldn't tell her bu you definitely did want a teddy but considering everything going on you thought saying yes would make her think you'd given in, and like hell you were going to give in to her, but dear god there was this seal one here that you’d seen and would sell your soul to buy it, a little dramatic but it was true

Wanda shrugged "they're not into stuffies much, let's go, remember to stay close" you sighed staying close to the woman as you walked round the store getting some ice cream and some ingredients for tomorrow's dinner.

The whole time Wanda kept you close every now and then kissing your neck and making a show of touching you, your arm, your back and even your ass smirking when you jumped away a little

"Can you stop?" You said after you both left the store embarrassed at her behaviour and the strange looks you had received "Wanda please-

Wanda pressed herself against you against the car and wrapped her hand around your neck "you're such a brat Y/n" she kissed you hard causing you to whimper at the sudden action but you refused to kiss her back until her fingers dug into your neck and you gasped inadvertently letting Wanda slip her tongue into your mouth

She pulled away smiling at your breathless expression and licking her lips "aww honey, you look a little flustered"

You got your breath back pushing her away and getting into the car refusing to look back at her.

Wanda smiled to herself, she was breaking you down and she was loving every second of it

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When you returned back to the house you were surprised to see a new face besides Agatha looking after the boys "Natasha I didn't expect you coming over" Wanda pushed you into the house when you were hesitant to do so

"I like surprising you Wanda you know that now come on, tell me who this princess is" the woman who you now know was called Natasha walked over to you putting a stray hair behind your ear "aren't you cute?" You pulled away from her and surprisingly held onto Wanda's arm making the redhead smile, thank you Nat.

"This is Y/n, the boy's babysitter, we just went to get ice cream for the boys" she held up the bag and Tommy came running over grabbing the bag thanking his mom and running into the kitchen followed by Billy and Agatha making sure they didn't make a mess

Now that you three were alone Nat asked again "so who is she really?"

Wanda rolled her eyes "my new little girl, she's a little shy but we're getting there"

You let go of Wanda's arm regaining some of your own composure "I'm not your little anything, just let me go home"

Wanda growled "you are my little girl, and you are home, my room is now our room and everything in this house is yours now”

Your stomach dropped, you guessed this was what was going to happen but you held onto some hope that she didn't mean it, you were so in your thoughts you didn't notice the smiles on both women's faces and their silent conversation

"You look a little pale malen'kiy, do you want to lay down?" Nat gents pulled you away from Wanda walking you upstairs with the woman walking close behind, she pushed open the bedroom door and lay a reluctant you on the bed

"I have to see how the boys are doing but behave for Nat princess okay?" Wanda sweetly kissed your forehead and then looked to Nat "behave"

Nat smirked "always"

The door closed behind Wanda leaving you with the scary looking redhead who sat down next to you and roamed her eyes over your body making you self conscious "so has Wanda told you about me yet?"

You were thankful for the broken silence even if it was a strange question "no"

Nat hummed "hmm are you sure? Nothing about 'showing me which Maximoff I should've chosen?"

Your eyes widened and you sat up straight "you're the one she fucked in his office?!"

"So she did tell you? I knew she would, she enjoyed using me and still does, did she tell you about the time we got caught by Agatha? The poor woman just rolled her eyes and told us the boys had gone for their swimming lessons"

You couldn't form any words or even sounds, were they sneaking around when you were looking after the boys? That was so weird!

Finally you managed "wh-why am I here then? If she's sleeping with you?"

Nat laughed "well sometimes I'm not around, plus she's been fantasising about you for months, whenever I'd go down on her bringing her to orgasm it was your name she'd moan, I don't mind, especially seeing you in person now I know why she wants you" she inched closer to you placing her hand on your cheek

"You're fucking beautiful" she whispered leaning foreword attaching her lips to your own in a much softer kiss than Wanda gave you before, pulling away you found yourself embarrassingly trying to chase her lips and she giggled “it’s a shame really”

“Why?” You whispered and Nat’s eyes looked past you clearly to someone stood at the door ad be your blood ran cold, you had a really good idea who it was, considering this was her house after all

“Oh don’t stop on my account honey” Wanda’s sickly sweet voice engulfed you but before you could turn around she was behind you rubbing your back feeling you tense up “you steal my husband and now you want my little princess? You’re a menace” okay she wasn’t mad at you, that was okay you thought

“She totally came onto me Wanda”

Okay what the fuck? No you didn’t

“No I didn’t! You did, and what does it matter? You’re the whore who let her spit on you and fuck her on her husband’s desk” you jumped from the bed just barley out of each woman’s grip

“Watch your fucking tone” Nat snapped, a clear contrast to how she was just a few minutes ago “she’s a brat Wanda I hope you know what you’re doing”

Wanda just shrugged “she’s just an innocent untouched pretty girl who needs direction and I plan to give it to her”

There was a silence in the room now and you were unsure what to do, both woman were still sat on the bed, Nat playing with her nails and Wanda looking at you with her head tilted “anything to say princess?”

You didn’t know what to do, you just-just stood there, you could try and leave and call the police but what would they do? Probably nothing, instead you hung your head in defeat sighing “no…”

Wanda was pleased, you were breaking down and were finally accepting your fate, she stood and slowly walked towards you bringing you into a hug kissing her forehead and whispering “mommy can make sure you never have to think or worry about anything again, just let me in”

Even though you were silent tears wet your cheek and onto Wanda’s shirt “shh baby it’s okay, let’s lay you back down again and you can sleep” then as you have was small but enough for Wanda to bring you back to the bed and lay you under the covers, she let Nat fluff the pillows and kiss your cheek “I’ll see you again Y/n, daddy won’t stay away for too long”

You were so tired you didn’t even register what she said which Wanda was glad about because she just rolled her eyes at her friend and kissed her “as I said, you’re a menace”

“You love it” she said leaving the room and closing the door softly not to stir you up

Wanda spent a few minutes looking at you drifting off to sleep with the tears drying on your face, eventually she quietly got under the covers with you pulling you against her and nuzzling your neck placing a soft kiss there “goodnight moy milyy angel” she too drifted off to sleep, that was until a loud bang woke you both up

“Y/n! Where are you?! I’m here to take you home!” Wanda groaned, of course your ever persistent and idiotic mother wouldn’t accept that you belong to her now, she wouldn’t let you worry though and told you to stay quiet “mommy will be right back”

#marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #marvel au #marvel imagine #I could teach you things #marvel fanfic #wandanat #mcu fic #mommy wanda #mommy!wanda maximoff

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Loosely inspired by this post by @shieldofiron <3

Jonathan softly dabs the towel against Billy’s lip, absorbing the blood seeping from the swollen split. He’s more careful now than he’s ever been in his life, halting his movements when a tear slips down the blond’s cheek and setting the towel atop the counter.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan whispers.

He reaches out to cup Billy’s cheek, dropping his hand when he flinches at the movement.

“‘S okay,” Billy rasps.

He sniffles. Keeps his eyes low, refusing to meet Jonathan’s as he swipes his tongue over the inside of his lip. The cut glistens with another drop of blood and Jonathan stops the flow with the towel again.

“It’s not,” he sighs. Looks from Billy’s busted lip to the smear of red across his own knuckles, and winces. “I could’ve handled it differently.”

“Not your job to keep me in check, Byers.”

“So, what, I’m supposed to let you pick fights you can’t win? Would’ve ended up in the hospital with more than a busted lip.”

Billy chuckles, and Jonathan’s brows furrow.

“Maybe we should stop… this,” Billy says.

The rasp is back in his voice and his eyes prick with tears.

Jonathan’s first instinct is to want to pull him in for a hug, but just based on the last time he put his hands on Billy, he decides against it.

“I think you need some rest,” he says. “We’re both still worked up, and—“

“I don’t like putting you in situations like that,” Billy huffs. His shoulders shake, and he leans forward until his forehead bumps into Jonathan’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t have to be my buffer. You shouldn’t have to worry about me flying off the handle because I can’t fucking control myself.”

A sob shakes him, and Jonathan decides fuck it. Wraps his arms protectively around Billy and squeezes.

Fists twist in the fabric of his shirt at either side and pull him closer until he’s standing between Billy’s legs. Until they’re pressed together as close as they could possibly get.

For a moment, Jonathan just holds him. Lets him cry into the crook of his neck and squeeze as tight as he wants, even if it makes breathing a bit of a chore.

“We just have to work on that, baby. Together,” Jonathan croons. He pets Billy’s hair when he sniffles and tilts their heads together. “First step is not touching you when you don’t wanna be touched, right? ‘N talking you down when you need an extra hand cooling off?”

Billy whimpers softly, and it has Jonathan’s own vision becoming cloudy.

“I shouldn’t’ve…”

“I shouldn’t have grabbed you. I knew you were too worked up and I did it anyway.”

The blond just shakes his head wordlessly. Jonathan begins rocking them gently from side to side and shushing into his hair.

To think that this is the same guy who snatched the collar of his shirt and nearly picked him up off the ground a little over an hour ago is almost unbelievable. Aside from the fact that he’s pulling Jonathan up to his tippy toes as we speak.

“Don’t want you to be scared of me…”

Jonathan chuckles and sighs fondly, like the idea in and of itself is completely ridiculous. Billy’s breath hitches.

“Which one of us came home tonight more busted up? I can take you in a fight any time, Hargrove, so don’t even worry about that.”

Again, Billy’s shoulders shake, but this time it’s from laughter. He chuckles into the crook of Jonathan’s neck and the tension bleeds from his shoulders in an instant as he interlocks his fingers over the small of the brunet’s back.

“You have a pretty sick left hook, I’ll give you that.”

“Would’a had your ass on the ground in seconds if your puppy dog eyes didn’t tug at my heartstrings so much after the first punch.”

They both chuckle at that. Jonathan noses a handful of kisses into Billy’s hair and rubs softly over his back, coaxing a sigh from his lungs. It has every muscle in his body going limp in a matter of moments.

“I believe it,” Billy says.

“Mm,” Jonathan hums. “So, do you still wanna break up?”

The blond leans back enough to make eye contact.

“Are you trying to bait me into kicking your ass? Because I will, I don’t care if I lose.”

Jonathan smiles and leans in, brushing his lips against the corner of Billy’s mouth so as not to disturb the cut. The blond’s eyes slip shut as more kisses are pressed all over his face.

He remains perfectly calm as Jonathan cups his cheek and gently swipes his thumb over the faded streak of a tear.

“That’s what I thought,” he muses. “Let’s go to bed, you big softie.”

#byergrove #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #angsty #I’ve been thinking a lot about this ship recently #I can feel a full fic brewing in the back of my mind #just Jonathan being Better at fighting than Billy?? I live for this and I didn’t even consider it until now #also the comfort Billy gets just knowing that he doesn’t strike fear into his bf because of it? new dynamic entirely hhgg #ficlet #my writing #unedited

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝒫𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇!𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; SMUT!!! sub!hyunjin x dom!gn!reader, use of nicknames, impact play, use of sex toys, restraints, brat taming, degredation, spit kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, orgasm (m), cum. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 1,7 k 

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; AGH its the last paaaart >:(( thank you sooo much for reading the pillowfucker series,,, i really enjoyed it! there will be more sub!skz i promise~ 

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

“Sit down” you ordered the tall blonde boy that was standing naked in front of you, rosey tinted cheeks blushing as he tried to cover himself up with his hands, around his neck being his most beloved frilly collar. He nodded before dropping down on his knees, gulping loudly as you tapped your foot on the floor, looking at him with disappointment in your eyes. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch himself without permission but there he was when you entered the living room, sprawled out and drooling like a dumb puppy as he fucked his own fist, whimpering your name in broken syllables. 

“Did you touch yourself Jinnie?” you asked in a stern voice, the young boy tilting his head up to look at you with glossy eyes. He nodded but you tsked.

“Words babyboy” you said as you held his face up by the chin.

“Y-yes y/n” he stuttered quietly, his gaze wandering everywhere except meeting yours from sheer embarrassment. He felt guilty. He was your good boy, your treasure but he couldn’t even follow one simply rule; no touching without permission. 

“You know that you have to get punished now?” 

Your voice ringed in his ears, he really didn’t want to be punished, he was a good boy, right? 

“B-but,,, only a little” he pleaded to which you scoffed, raising your hand and slapping the male across the cheek, the sting surging through the nerves on his skin and causing Hyunjin to fall over on his butt, a long whine being heard. Not from pain but from pleasure. 

“Don’t tell me what to do” you said, your eyes trailing down to his aching cock that was twitching against his rock-hard abdomen, the tip glistening as he’s already came once today but being riled up again from the way you talked to him and by the way you degraded him into nothing. He nodded with teary eyes, frowning as he looked up at you again, knowing you’d get mad if he didn’t. 

“Now,,,” you started, humming as you looked around the shared apartment, your eyes landing on the white fluffy pillow that Hyunjin had brought from the bedroom, cuddling with it in front of the tv as he zapped through endless tv channels with nothing interesting to watch which was why he decided to entertain himself, your scent from the soft fabric under his nose alluring him. “I want you to grab that pillow” you said, earning a confused expression from the boy, him pushing his blond locks out of his face before crawling over to the couch and grabbing the pillow, stretching his arms out and signaling that you should take it. You shook your head. 

“No, you keep it. I want you to ride it” 

He only replied with a small “o-oh”, straddling the pillow with an uncertain attitude, his dark brown eyes looking at you the entire time to make sure that he was doing everything correctly but it didn’t help, your manners as cold as the floor his bare knees were on. He didn’t move, only staring at you with faux innocence, you cocking your eyebrows at the boy.

“I told you to ride it” you said and to your surprise he didn’t listen, shaking his head as he refused, all whilst his eyes were on yours. This was unlike him. He didn’t even look nervous anymore, as if he gained some sense of confidence by disobeying. The corners of your lips turned upwards as you couldn’t help but to let out an uncompassionate laugh in disbelief. With slow steps you went to the bedroom, leaving the door open and glancing backwards to make sure he sat still which he did, looking at you perplexed. Under the shared double bed there was a box, the so called “fun-box” that Hyunjin always rummaged through whenever the two of you got intimate, letting him pick out whatever he wanted if he had been a good boy which he always had but this time you were gonna pick out what you thought he needed; a ball gag and handcuffs.

You walked back to him, bending down behind him and putting the silver handcuffs around his wrists, not being met with any resistance but when you put the ball gag in his mouth he turned his head, whining. Hyunjin knew what it meant when he refused, that you’d get even rougher and right now that was exactly what he wanted. You ran your hand through his hair, grabbing it by the roots and yanking his head backwards, the boy pulling on his restraints, thinking he could move his hands but only then remembering that he couldn’t, he was at your mercy. A string of hot saliva landed on his face, him seeing your face backwards as his adams apple was on display, his neck being uncomfortable from the way you held his head back by his hair. That was the least of your concern, the spit dripped down from his cheek to his lips, covering them in a sheen of saliva, Hyunjin shivering from the feeling, his precum leaking on the fabric of the pillow, the humiliation he felt growing stronger as you released your hand from his hair, his head in the exact same position as you put the ball gag in his mouth, clasping it at the back as he looked at you with pleading eyes. He looked to pretty like this, almost angelic as his hair framed his face, cheeks tinged with red and his lips wrapped around the black ball. You walked back to where you were previously standing, right in front of him and tapped him on the thigh with your foot, the boy beginning to move his hips slightly against the pillow, rutting like a tiny puppy. 

You bent down, putting your lips against his cheek, smearing the saliva from earlier as your lips left small kisses along his jaw, Hyunjin whimpered, sending vibrations down his throat as he was speeding up his relentless thrusts against the pillow, being disappointed by the lack of touch but thankful for the slight friction that was created from contact with the pillow underneath him. His hips rolled backwards and forwards, pulling away from your kisses as the pleasure got too much for the boy to handle, the feeling of another orgasm building up deep inside his core making him aroused from the slight pain that came with overstimulation but that was the whole point, if he wanted to cum so bad you would make him cum until it hurt. 

“h-hyunjinnie gonna cum” he said, barely audible from the ball gag that was lodged in his mouth. He often referred to himself in a third person perspective whenever he felt small, like a dirty mutt begging for compassion. You hummed a small yes, hearing the sounds of the boy pulling on his restraints, metal parts clinking against each other but quickly being stopped by the chain between his wrists that didn’t extend very far. The boy begged, not stopping his movements but instead going faster, his cock throbbing and his abdominal muscles prominent as they clenched together, saliva dripping down his chin and neck in small streams. He scrunched his nose, letting out whimpers that got louder and louder, bordering on screams as he knew he couldn’t stop his movements without being punished even more and this was already above his limit. His poor knees were bruised, red and purple as they hit the floor repeatedly, the boy unable to hide his excitement and accidentally smacking them too rough sometimes but the sounds that echoed down to the neighbour was the least of your concern, your priority was to make your babyboy cum. Hard.

He could barely hold on anymore, leaning backwards so his hands met the ends of the pillow, his back slightly arched, displaying his perfectly erect nipples that you couldn’t help but to touch, twisting his light pink buds between your fingertips causing the already overwhelmed boy to thrash with his entire body, trying to gasp but being stopped by the gag in between that cute pout. You could tell that he was close by the way the delicate veins that ran up his shaft jerked, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed harshly, nearly choking on his own saliva. Your eyes were filled with no compassion, simply looking down at him acting like a whore on the living room floor, his eyes twinkling, big as saucers. 

“You can cum jinnie, cum for me” you said, knowing what he meant as he wailed, no sounds coming out of his mouth but instead echoing in his throat. He thought he was gonna lose his mind as he gave the pillow a couple of final thrusts, Hyunjin unraveling as you spit on him once again, white strings of cum oozing out of the crimson tip, drooping down the underside of his cock as his hips bucked upwards, the boy holding himself up by the two hands that came in contact with the wooden flooring behind him. Goosebumps erupted on his skin, long groans quivering inside him as the small ball in his mouth glittered from his spit, his face painted with a red tinge and saliva, eye brimming with tears as his chest heaved up and down, leaving a big puddle of cum on your pillow. You saw his efforts of trying to stand up again but losing balance repeatedly and you tsked at his pathetic tries, only smearing the cum around on his cock and inner thigh. With one hand you grabbed him by the jaw, making him look at you as you squeezed his cheeks.

“Who told you to stop” 

Hyunjin answered with a puzzling expression, thinking that was the end of his punishment and that he’d now get greeted with cuddles and kisses. Hyunjin’s naivety was adoring, pitiful almost. You yanked the boy’s head to the side, whispering in his ear. 

“I’m gonna bring your favorite toy jinnie and you’re gonna take it like a good slut”

He started whimpering even louder, his eyes sprinting all over the room before squeezing them shut as you whispered into his ear, squirming his entire body as he knew what anticipated him; the vibrating cockring. 

“Shhh,,, calm down baby, you deserve to cum a few more times, right?”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #skzsmut #skz fanfic #skz x y/n #skz x stay #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x gn reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x stay #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you

[slytherin-paramour]

I found a little Seb x Mc x Gar thing that I never finished, may as well post it! Lol

Slightly NSFW

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It was terribly late by the time you arrived at your common room entrance. The great stone snake curled up from the ground to grant you access, and you relished in the beautiful hissing sound that echoed around the cold dungeon as it coiled. It felt like a welcome home to your ears.

You dragged your feet down the spiralled staircase, mind ablaze with all that had transpired that evening. You still felt the remnants of your need, wet and sticky between your legs and tried desperately to not to remember the press of Garreth's thigh against your heat. You took a shuddering breath inwards.

The confusion in you was rife and there was also a maddening guilt, even though you knew that you'd done nothing wrong. Technically.

The skin on your neck just above the collar bone ached deliciously, the memory of the Gryffindors lips and teeth and wandering hands causing your face to heat up and warmth to pool in your loins once again. You wouldn't have allowed it to go any further than that of course, however difficult it had been to resist in the heat of the moment.

This rivalry for your affection between Sebastian and Garreth would be the death of you, you thought, taking a shaky breath as you finally stepped into your beloved common room. The coolness of the place gave you a welcome respite from the flush that had a grip on you. Moonlight rippled through the giant windows, looking quite ethereal as it moved in time with the flow of the lake outside.

You took a moment to admire the beautiful sight, before heading towards the girls dormitories, desperate for your soft bedsheets and the bliss of sleep. What you were not expecting were the arms that suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you roughly backwards to slam you against the tall bookshelf against the wall. The wood felt uncomfortable against your back and you let out a shriek. Your1 fingers instinctively reaching for your wand, but were stifled by a large hand covering your mouth.

"Hush now, we wouldn't want to wake up the entirety of Slytherin House now would we?"

You glared at Sebastian, reaching up to tear his hand away from your face and took a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You slapped him on the chest, the shit eating grin on his face infuriated you to no end.

"Why the ever-loving fuck would you scare me like that, you dolt!?" You spat out, your eyes impaling daggers into his as he let out a quiet laugh.

He towered over you, eyes darkening as he took in your disheveled appearance. You met his gaze momentarily, but had to look away when his scrutinising became far too intense. You knew that look. Your face heated up immensely when you felt his finger tips brush against your cheek. Your skin was still extremely sensitive to touch at the moment.

"Sorry love, didn't mean to startle you. Might I enquire as to what has you scurrying about alone in the castle in the dead of night?"

The fingers on your face had trailed downwards and you flinched when they pressed against your neck, the brutalised skin there was still burning hot from Garreths ministrations. You visibly panicked, Sebastians eyes boring holes into your flesh as he took in the markings that were littered there. You merely looked to the side, face heating up dreadfully and refused to meet the Slytherin boys gaze. You were certain that you wouldn't like what you saw.

For a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your combined breathing, slightly faster than was usual. His uncharacteristic silence drew your eyes back to him, curiousity winning over your shame. Where you expected to find anger, you found eyes filled with a rabid hunger, narrowed and still flickering over the bruising on your neck. You reached a tentative hand towards his face, intent on soothing the tension in his jaw, but before your fingers could make contact, his hand had shot up and gripped your wrist in a tight hold. You gasped when he suddenly crowded into you, using his strength to firmly pin you against the bookshelf. He grabbed your other arm and brought them both above your head, leaning down to your sensitive ear. His lips brushed your ear tantalisingly and you felt heat flood straight to your core for the thousandth time that night.

"Seb...I really need to get back to...haahhh!" He cut off your words with a nip to your ear. "What, need to go and wash away this filth that's covering your neck, sweetheart? Don't worry, I can help you with that."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #harry potter #slytherin pride #hogwarts legacy oc #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #shit posting i guess haha

[yurrfttboyy]

“You’re absolutely sure he doesn’t mind all of this? My feet are pretty rank, and this is pretty crazy” He said, with genuine concern in his voice; however he couldn’t be too concerned, as his foot remained a centimeter from my face, with my nose just under his toes.

“Oh trust me, just as long as he’s able to smell your feet he is more than happy” she replied. It didn’t take much convincing, they were making out again only seconds later…

He was absolutely right to ask about me, as I was a sight to see, and I think he’s a first-timer at our place! I am completely covered in black rubber from head to toe. My suit connects to a wicked hood that covers my entire face. My hood has only 2 small holes for my nostrils, the rest of it is solid black with no holes for my eyes or mouth. I could still hear them through small holes in the ear area, but there was no way I could see or speak, let alone even breathe through my mouth. My mouth was filled with dirty socks before I was stuffed in the suit, so not only was the rubber forcing me to breathe through my nose, but the socks filing my mouth also served as an extra barrier. Aside from my nostrils being exposed, there was a hole in the rubber suit just for my nub, locked securely in it’s chastity belt and exposed for them to look and laugh at. It was straining like hell of course, thanks to the months of chastity, my insane foot fetish, and the rancid feet of a horny stranger currently forced into my face for me to smell; and it was also out on display!

So not only am I a black rubber freak with a menacing looking boner fighting desperately behind the bars of a tiny, metal chastity belt to break free, but I’m also bound to the foot of the bed. My thick posture collar ensures I remain facing straight ahead, unable to turn my head even a millimeter or to look up or down. My wrists are shackled to the posts of the bed, mits on my hands, and there is a leash connected to my posture collar that is wrapped around the frame of the bed. I’m stuck in place, forced to take and smell whatever is placed in front of me. It’s quite pathetic, but believe it or not this is the third time this week I’ve found myself strapped to the bed smelling a strange man’s feet while he and my wife enjoy each other. It’s pretty normal around here these days…

I am a faceless freak who can’t move, sitting here sniffing the feet of the man who is cuddling with and about to spend the night with my wife. I’ll never know what he looks like, I’ll never be able to speak to him, and we will never know each other. I could run into him tomorrow and never know it, but I have heard him fuck, make out with, and spend the whole evening flirting with my wife all while I knelt there and sniffed his feet the entire time.

My wife often likes to remind me that one of those guys out there who comes over regularly has the keys to my chastity belt, and if I can ever find a way to ask him for it when he’s over, I’m free to; but until then it’s staying locked. I’m always gagged, hooded, suited up, and bound to the bed by the time they get here until after they’ve gone… I couldn’t even use my eyes to try and convince them, let alone speak up and ask them. And besides, she has so many dudes over there no telling who has my damned keys. I’m destined to remain locked in chastity forever, bound at the foot of the bed smelling guys’ feet while they pleasure my wife into the early hours of the morning. It’s pretty hot though, and she’s always happy.

Happy wife = happy life. If only she’d let me touch her feet, but she refuses to…she says I only deserve stinky man feet. These days she won’t even take her shoes off in front of me unless I’m wearing my hood, I don’t even know what they look like anymore…I’m just the little foot gimp for her lovers’ big stinky feet. I don’t know why so many of them agree to do it, I guess she must have a really nice pussy. I wouldn’t know to be honest….I’ve never even seen her naked before, let alone had sex with her. She and her men always sound like they are having a great time, often going for round 2 or 3, so I guess having a faggot smelling their feet isn’t such a big trade off to them..

[kaidabakugou]

Hello! Sorry i was busy today i forgot to send this.

So here's one of my ideas for angry sex (this is gonna be a little bit long so I'm sorry in advance)

So let's say he was blindsided by something at work and he knew from Kaminari (by accident) that you already knew about this and you didn't tell him, which really pissed him off because how can you keep something like this from your co-worker and especially from your boyfriend.

And since you both work in the same agency (partners maybe), you're here standing in the hallway laughing with some employee about something very funny apparently, he passes by you and blusters "My office. NOW!"

So you follow, he enters his office and as soon as you close the door, he shouts at you, he's so angry that he starts scolding you because you didn't tell him about it and that he must've known this because of bla bla..

You're not listening to anything he's saying, it's not your fault that your brain can't function properly because his anger turns you on a lot. So you get closer to him, pull him in for a deep rough kiss.

Imagine if he later bends you on his desk, holds both of your wrists with his huge hand and smak your ass with the other free one😩

He's angry so he wants to control, make you submit and to dominate the sex to punish you. When you're so turned on by his anger that you want to dominate him, make him beg for what he wants and turn him unto a mess underneath you.

So you both keep fighting for dominance, which leads to a heated rough sex (but yet so passionate)

hiii lovely!! sorry i took a bit to answer this, halloweekend beat my ass and i took halloween night to chill and watch scary movies <3

OMG I LOVE THISSS just the thought of going back and forth with him, submitting to him momentarily but then catching him off guard and switching the roles to dominate him!!! 😮‍💨

and in his officeeee?!?! yes plsss! fucking on his desk, on the chair against the windows where anyone could see

leashes and collars are hard on my mind right now so picture this

sitting on his office chair while twirling the leash in your hands that’s attached to the pretty collar around his neck. katsuki is on his knees in front of you glaring up at you while you smirk down at him.

your legs are spread, displaying your cunt to him while your foot is pressing against the growing bulge inside his pants. slowly running up and down on it at a tantalizing pace. his brows frowning deeper to hold in his grunts.

making him beg for it and when he refuses to, you slowly slide your fingers down your body, spreading your folds to show him how wet you are before rubbing circles on your clit. the action making him whine until he gives in and begs to let him touch you.

pulling him towards you by the leash, the feel of the collar digging into the soft skin of his neck making his cock twitch even more. eagerly lapping up your cunt while you sneak your fingers under the collar and pull him deeper into your warmth.

imagine the roles switching later and now you’re the one on your knees, pretty eyes looking up at him while your thighs quiver at the sight of the throbbing cock in front of you. mouth watering while you wait for his next move.

degrading you for it before yanking you towards him, teasing you with his cock before giving you what you want.

“stick you tongue out”, he demands while pumping his cock with his free hand, still holding you tightly by the leash with the other.

reluctantly sticking your tongue out for him, not wanting to be edged anymore than you already have.

smearing his pre against your lips before tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue.

“suck on it… just the tip”, he orders as you wrap you lips around the tip, slowly sucking on it while dragging your tongue on his slit.

“that’s it”, he grunts before yanking the leash again when you stop looking up at him. meeting his eyes while he orders you to keep your eyes on him.

the fingers curling around the collar at your nape is the only warning you get before he shoves you down on his cock completely. burying his cock deep inside your throat.

“that’s better… cockwarm my cock with that pretty throat of yours”, he says while throwing his head back, the clenching of your throat around him while you struggle to breath sending shivers down his spine.

“it’s the least you could do after pulling that shit”, his harsh words contradicting the soft circles he’s drawing on the back of your head while keeping you still against him.

poor kaminari entering his office later to drop off some papers, completely ignoring the hand prints on the windows and the nail indents on the luxurious leather chairs around bakugou’s office.

trying to hide his blush and leaving quickly when he notices the top of your head just a little above the edge of the desk from between katsuki’s legs.

#kai.answers #user-asmaechan #thank you so much for sending this in! #hope i did it justice after taking a while to answer it <3 #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x f!reader smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader smut

[forever-rogue]

hey 🥺 I luv your writing !!

sorry if this has been requested before but i was having thots about kissing an innocent, helmetless din and when things get hot and heavy, he finishes before all clothing are even taken off 🤭

💕💕💕

AN | This concept just makes my brain go dumb. My brain is all Din all the time lbr 🥰

Warnings | Language, Spice Light (but still spice so 18+ only!)

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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He’d been gone for days. He’d said he would be gone for two at most, and you’d believed him. Why you didn’t know better by now was beyond you. Probably because you hoped he’d be back as soon as possible. You didn’t like being without him; not that you were worried about your safety or afraid that something would happen but because you missed him. What a concept that was; when you’d first met him you were sure that you’d never even get along with him, let alone fall in love with him. But then again, things rarely made sense these days so it shouldn't have surprised you in the slightest. Yet Din Djarin managed to surprise you constantly.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you climbed into bed - alone - with a heavy heart. It was dark, but the stars cast some light into the small room, seeming to illuminate his side of the bed more than anything. You pulled the covers up to your chin and squeezed your eyes shut, keeping your back to the side he normally occupied as if that would help ease your heart. It didn’t. 

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You were roused out of a deep sleep but a shifting of weight next to you, and your senses immediately went on high alert. Once you were done struggling, you heard a warm chuckle reach your ears and you immediately realized it was him. Your Mandalorian was home. 

“Din,” suddenly everything felt right again and your heart was at ease. You found him looking at you with a soft, tired smile on his face, his dark curls rogue as ever, “you’re home.”

“Mesh’la,” he reached over and gently touched your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he studied you, “my beautiful girl. Sorry it took so long.”

“All that matters is that you’re home and safe,” you took his hand in yours and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, causing him to sigh softly, “besides, I’d miss you even if you were gone for just a few hours.”

Before he could stop himself, his large, warm hands found your face and he brushed his lips against yours in what he had intended on being a single, soft little kiss. But as soon as he got a taste of your sweet lips, he couldn’t stop him and kissed you until you were breathless and dizzy. You were leaning into him and almost fell off the bed as you chased his lips with your own. 

“Din,” his name tumbled from your lips like the sweetest golden honey and he practically groaned at the sound, “I see you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

You tugged on the collar of his shirt and pulled back down to your lips, moving back so he could get in next to you. He refused to break the kiss, falling into bed next to you, hastily pulling you into his lap. You laughed lightly at his eagerness, nudging his nose with yours, “fuck. I’ve missed you, gorgeous girl. Need you so bad.”

“You have me, cyar'ika,” you whispered in his ear, so softly it was only audible to him. The sweetness of your voice rushed straight to his cock and you could feel how hard he already was under you, “take what you need, Din. I’m all yours.”

His hands found purchase on your waist, splaying over your delicate skin as you gently rutted against him. He ghosted his fingers over your soft, supple flesh before impatiently tugged your shirt (his shirt) over your head and tossed it to the side. His name was a soft little gasp off your lips as he dipped his head to kiss along your shoulder before trailing warm, wet kisses to your collarbones. You leaned into him as much as possible, pressing your breasts against his chest, needing some sort of friction. 

"So beautiful," he rasped against your skin, bringing one of his large hands to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple while he took the other in his mouth. You made soft sounds, the sweetest sounds to his ears, as you carded a hand through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp. You hadn't realized just how much you missed his touch, everything, all of him. 

"Din," you closed your eyes, moving your hips lightly to get some sort of friction between your legs. You could feel how wet you were, your cunt begging to be touched by him. For the moment you settled on gently rocking in his lap, grinding yourself against his erection, "fuck, fuck, fuck, please don't stop."

"Never going to stay away from you this long again," he dragged his tongue in between your breasts, tasting delicious sweet saltiness of your skin, "so fucking perfect. Use me, good girl, I want you to cum without me even touching you."

You made a small noise in his ear, somewhere between a whine and a whimper and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. He hadn't been this hard in a long time and the sensitivity only increased with each little movement of your hips. He kissed every inch of your skin that he could reach, gently nipping and sucking at your tender, delicate skin. 

You reached for his hands and placed them back on your breasts, having him play with them as you kissed him, rubbing on him harder and harder. You felt that familiar warmth bloom and blossom in your belly, slowly radiating out to every part of your body. 

"Din," you whined as he kissed you with a needy hunger, "'m so close."

"Good girl," he praised softly, his hands sliding to your hips as he forced down on him, bringing you hurtling towards your release with each little movement. He loved you like this - he loved you always - but there was something about you in his lap, looking so ethereal that caused his brain to go haywire. You leaned in towards him, seeking his lips out with your own as you kissed him deeply. All you could think about was his touch, his taste, and how tightly the coil in your belly was wound, threatening to snap at any moment. 

“I love you,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you let yourself succumb to his touch and let go, your release washing over you in waves. Your arms looped around his neck as you tried to pull him into you, burying your face into the crook of his neck, “‘so good.”

“Fuck,” you could feel him shifting under you, his hips still moving to meet yours as you feel his whole body shudder. A string of quiet curses left his lips as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He moved you back and looked at his lap. Even in the pale starlight, you could see the mess you’d made on him through the thin material of your panties and…the mess he’d made too, “dank farrik. Haven’t done that in a long time. I love you too, mesh’la.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you grinned, biting your lip in the way that drove him crazy before he kissed you again, “glad I know I have that much power over you, cyar'ika. But I do have one problem.”

“Oh?” his breath hitched in his throat as you reached for the hem of his shirt, gently tugging on it. He smirked as he lifted his arms up so you could slowly strip him, admiring his freckled, golden skin.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” you kissed his chest before pushing him to lie down on the bed, “it is late…we should go to bed and get some sleep. Unless you have any other suggestions…”

“I am far from done with you,” he growled in your ear as you wasted no time in reaching for the waistband of his pants, “that was just a warm up, mesh’la. Going to make sure to fill you up next time.”

“Yes please.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #the mandalorian