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floralcyanidee · 8 months

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Bruce Wayne x Reader x Jonathan Crane (NSFW)

When you notice Dr. Jonathan Crane watching you and your husband at a fundraising party, you get a little curious. When Dr. Crane angers you, he presses you to explore that anger. Will he regret it?

warnings: smut, nipple play, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (both vaginal and anal), oral sex, cock warming, anal sex, anal fingering, blowjobs, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, porn without much plot, masturbation, forced masturbation, threesome, male x male, male x female, male x male x female, cum swallowing, spitting, face sitting, face fucking, crying, sub/dom tones, dom!reader, sub!jonathan, kinda sub!bruce but not really, ya know, just pure filth

word count: 5254

author’s note: welcome to our one-way ticket to hell besties <3 I didn't proofread this because it just poured out of me and I was truly possessed by the writing demon today. I had an idea and literally ran with it. I don't think I've ever written something so filthy before lol please enjoy and give feedback!! READ THE WARNINGS this fic isn't for everyone tbh.

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MOODBOARD FOR THIS FIC

One thing about being married to the Bruce Wayne was he had a thing for throwing parties and fundraisers at your mansion. This meant you had to dress up quite a bit, and you had to look really good as you were Bruce’s wife, of course. He always ensured you had the newest and most gorgeous gowns to show off at the gatherings. You’d spend the whole day getting your hair, makeup, and nails done, only to be at the parties for a few hours. And that was usually because Bruce had other duties in the city, he got too distracted by what you were wearing and needed you right then, or he simply let his antisocial side creep up on him. Tonight at the fundraiser he’s throwing, he seems content and has been by your side most of the night. Nothing drastic was going on in the city that demanded his action. But something was bothering him, you could tell. He’s slightly off, and you catch him staring at someone in the crowd a few times. You’re never able to pick them out, though.

You and Bruce are by the champagne table, and you notice Bruce is gazing out into the crowd of partygoers again.

“Bruce?” you ask softly, putting a hand on his bicep, “You alright?”

Bruce blinks hard a few times before turning to you, “I’m fine, darling.”

“You sure? You seem distracted by something this evening,” you scan the room, but to no avail for whomever Bruce is focused on.

“I just thought I recognized someone,” Bruce says, sipping his drink.

“Hmm. Alright, then.”

“Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Bruce smiles, letting a hand slide across the small of your back.

“Only about a thousand times,” you giggle, leaning into your husband.

You happen to look up, and that’s when you see him staring at the two of you. Dr. Jonathan Crane. He quickly averts his eyes away, but you have already caught him.

“Is it Dr. Crane that you recognize?” you ask Bruce, motioning to where he’s standing with some other rich psychologists.

“Yeah,” Bruce exhales, shrugging, “I thought he had left the city a while ago.”

“After the asylum got turned loose? I figured so, too. Oh well,” you say, looking up at Bruce, “If he’s here, then he’s donating, so maybe it’s not so bad.”

“You have a point,” Bruce raises his eyebrows, “I’m still keeping an eye on him, though.”

You knew of a few of the villains Bruce has come in contact with, including Jonathan. He had almost killed your best friend and sent the whole city insane. Who knows what would have happened to Gotham if it weren't for Bruce. But a part of you is curious about Jonathan- a deep, intellectual part of you. Why is he still here? Is he still a doctor? Your brain becomes dizzy with all the questions. If Jonathan is here acting casually on his own accord, you could, too. You tear away from Bruce without a word, drink in hand. Bruce calls after you, panic surging through him when he realizes where you’re headed.

“Dr. Crane,” you smile upon arriving in front of him and another psychologist, “Wonderful to see you here.”

“Ah, Mrs. Wayne. I wouldn’t miss a marvelous party for a good cause. Have you met Dr. Robin here?” Jonathan smiles back, not missing a single beat.

“I have not,” you look over to the tall woman in front of Jonathan, clad in a pantsuit. You reach out a hand for her to shake, “Y/N Wayne.”

“I know who you are, Mrs. Wayne,” Dr. Robin says politely, her Australian accent strong, “Your dress is quite lovely, I must say.”

“Thank you,” you reply with a smile, willing her to leave so you could speak with Jonathan alone.

“Well, I’ll be off. Seems you two have something to discuss,” Dr. Robin announces her departure, much to your relief.

“It was nice meeting you,” you say sweetly as she walks away.

“You as well, Mrs. Wayne.”

You turn to Jonathan, who clears his throat as he looks you up and down. You’re nearly the same height as him, if not slightly taller, in your heels.

“It’s really brave of you to be here, Dr. Crane,” you turn your head to the side, giving him a closed-lip smile.

“Please, call me Jonathan,” Jonathan responds, “And what would you mean by that?”

You take a step closer to him, leaning into his ear, “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Jonathan. Or should I say, Mr. Scarecrow.”

Jonathan doesn’t flinch. In fact, he grins at you as he exhales a laugh, “Those days are behind me, I’m afraid.”

“Uh-huh,” you cross your arms, “And why should I believe you?”

Jonathan glances behind you to look at Bruce, who is on edge and watching the entire conversation to ensure nothing is tried. A muscle in Jonathan’s jaw twitches, “You don’t have to. But if I were up to no good, why would I be in the presence of the Batman and his lover? Quite unintelligent, wouldn’t you think?”

“And why are you here, exactly?”

“Trying to get myself back into the Gotham scene,” Jonathan looks at you matter-of-factly, “I’ve missed a lot being gone, you know.”

“Oh, I do know. And maybe you should’ve stayed gone,” you try not to snarl at him.

“Now, now, Mrs. Wayne. That is no way to speak to a donor,” Jonathan says, his voice dripping like honey with malice.

“You better be glad there are people around or-”

“Or what?” Jonathan asks, raising his eyebrows, a smirk itching at his lips.

“I’d fucking break you right here.”

“Sounds like a fun time. However, I’m not sure your husband would appreciate that in many, many ways.”

You scoff, “Don’t be crass. I’m not flirting with you. If I were, you’d know it.”

“There’s a fine line between desire and hatred, my dear,” Jonathan whispers in your ear, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin, “It’s a fun line to walk.”

Annoyance swells in your chest. You desperately wanted him to shut his bratty mouth. You also wanted to enjoy the rest of the party, but now that Jonathan had you riled up in anger, you wanted nothing more than to slam him against the wall and-

“Everything okay over here?” Bruce approaches suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“Everything is fine, sweetheart,” you place your hand on Bruce’s chest as a warning, “Nothing to worry about.”

“Dr. Crane isn’t bothering you, is he?” Bruce’s nostrils flare.

“Not at all,” you defend the doctor, “In fact, I’m probably annoying him.”

Bruce laughs humorlessly, “Oh, is that so?”

You cock your head at him, “Did you need something, dear?”

“Just want to speak with you privately,” Bruce says.

You go to say something, but Bruce interrupts you, “Both of you.”

If Jonathan is just as confused as you are, he doesn’t show it.

“Lead the way, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce walks briskly to one of the guest rooms down the hall from the ballroom, making sure no one is following or watching the three of you. He ushers you and Jonathan inside, following suit before closing the door behind him.

“You know,” Jonathan says, breaking the silence, “I never pegged Mrs. Wayne for the threatening type out of the two of you.”

You bite your tongue, and Bruce looks over at you.

“Say what you want to say. I brought the two of you in here so you could solve your conversation away from those nosy fuckers outside,” Bruce rolls his eyes, fixing his cuff links.

“We aren’t children, Bruce,” you scowl.

“Then act like it,” Bruce sasses back.

“I do not need two men on my bad side right now. Remember what happens when you’re on my bad side, Bruce?”

Bruce looks between you and Jonathan, a hint of nervousness in his eye, “Don’t bring him into this, darling.”

“No, no. I’m curious now,” Jonathan grins deviously, stepping closer to you, “What happens when someone is on your bad side, Mrs. Wayne?”

Now realizing how your words and threats may have sounded all night to Jonathan, you backpedal.

“Not what you think, Dr. Crane,” you cross your arms, taking a step back from the doctor.

“Oh really? So your antagonizing and threats don’t mean anything?”

“What do you think they mean?”

“As I said earlier, desire and hatred are very close to one another,” Jonathan says suavely, “And I honestly can’t tell which you feel toward me.”

You make a disgusted sound despite the growing need to pin this man down and give him what for. Not even sexually, but simply because you’re tired of him speaking. However, Jonathan wasn’t bad-looking by any means- and sometimes, you and Bruce liked to try new things. But you don’t think Bruce would want to fuck with a murderer and criminal, especially one he’s had close encounters within the city. Jonathan almost burned him alive once, so you aren’t sure about whatever he’s insinuating going very far with your husband.

“Hatred,” you spit, “It’s hatred. Plus,” you look over at Bruce, “I don’t think my lover would appreciate me having anything to do with you anyway.”

Jonathan snorts, his eyes flickering between you and your husband, “Are you so sure about that?”

You furrow your brow, laughing incredulously at him, “I’m certain.”

“I don’t know,” Bruce says suddenly, “I wouldn’t mind seeing the fucker squirm on your account, Y/N.”

You nearly gasped, suddenly very aware of the animosity you were aiming at Dr. Jonathan Crane, now becoming sexual in nature. Not that you meant for it to, but now that it was insinuated out loud by someone other than Jonathan, you pondered your true feelings. As you’ve said, Jonathan was a looker. If you weren’t married to Bruce and the man wasn’t psychotic, you wouldn’t mind taking him for a ride. But you are married, and he is psychotic.

Jonathan has his hands shoved in his pockets, a smirk on his face as he studies you, “You want this. Don’t deny it, Mrs. Wayne. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

You purse your lips together, “What I want is for you to shut up and behave. All you do is act high and mighty when you’re nothing but a little rat.”

Bruce tries to hide his laugh by covering it with a cough, “I’ll let everyone know it’s time to leave. When I come back, you two better be taking care of things.”

You look at Bruce, who gives you a slight nod in approval to do as you wish before he steps out of the room. No one is in charge in the bedroom permanently between the two of you. The dominant role is shared or is back and forth, depending on the day. To your shock, Bruce gives you the complete reins in this situation. But Bruce knew how much you despised Dr. Crane for what he’s done, even if a part of you is desperately curious about him. Desperate enough to demean him sexually, even. You want to humiliate him. Make him cry and make him regret having even come here. You want him to think of you whenever he feels shame or embarrassment for the rest of his life.

“A little rat, huh?” Jonathan chuckles, undoing his cufflinks.

“Yes,” you blink, forcing him to walk backward to the bed as he struggles to remove his blazer.

You shove him roughly onto the bed, watching him bounce from the mattress with a look of disorientation. Jonathan eventually gets his blazer off, discarding it onto the floor. You can’t properly climb on the bed with your gown on, so you reach behind your back, undoing the clasps that hold the silver dress together. You kick off your glittery heels, letting the gown slip to the floor in a pile. Underneath your dress, you decided a black lingerie set would do nicely. You’re glad you picked well, considering such a doting man was now staring at you like you were a piece of meat and he was starving. You try to ignore the logical side of your brain telling you this man is dangerous and crazy. But the other side of your brain is telling you that his cock is definitely dangerous and crazy, too. And you wanted to find out for sure.

“Now,” you begin to crawl to where Jonathan wordlessly lays, watching you carefully, “Are you going to be good and keep your mouth shut, pretty boy?”

“No promises,” Jonathan flashes a toothy grin, and you angrily rip his button-up open, buttons flying everywhere across the room.

Jonathan’s mouth hangs open, “That was an expensive shirt.”

“Nothing you can’t replace,” you shrug, running your hands along Jonathan’s handsome chest before letting your nails graze his nipples.

Jonathan shudders at the feeling, and you remove your hands from him, sitting back on your heels, “Lay on the pillows.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am,” Jonathan purrs, doing as told, surprisingly.

You hear the door open behind you, and you turn around quickly to see Bruce.

“Everyone is cleared out. Brought some fun stuff, too,” he places a box on the floor, kicking it to the end of the bed for you to grab it.

You lean down over the edge of the bed and retrieve the box, crawling on your knees to where Jonathan lies. You open the box and hum in satisfaction at Bruce’s choice of toys and trinkets. You fiddle with one toy, dragging your gaze to Jonathan with a wicked smile on your face. But before you reveal the toy, you snatch some rope out of the box.

“Now you have no choice but to be good, Dr. Crane,” you snicker, offering Bruce some of the rope to tie Jonathan’s left wrist to the bedpost with.

You tie Jonathan’s right wrist tight enough for him not to move too much but not enough to where blood flow is cut off. Jonathan tugs at the rope, looking at you and Bruce with a nervous yet exhilarating smile.

“I’m privileged to be living such a fantasy,” Jonathan sighs.

“You’ll be wishing you had never stepped foot in this house when she’s done with you,” Bruce smirks, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling his sleeves up.

“Ah,” Jonathan laughs.

Before he can comment any further, you shove a ball gag into his mouth, strapping it behind his head securely. A deep feeling of satisfaction to him finally being quiet fills you. But the joy of seeing such an evil man at your mercy is more intense.

“You better be glad I chose the ball gag instead of having Bruce have his way with that pretty mouth of yours, Crane,” you say, and Bruce shakes his head from where he stands beside the bed.

Drool begins seeping out of the sides of Jonathan’s mouth, and you can’t help but coo at the sight of his tightening pants and his reddening cheeks. You grab his face between your fingers, squishing his flesh. You hum in satisfaction before letting go of his face and focusing on his slacks. You all but tear his belt off his hips, hurrying to unbutton his pants before ripping them down his thighs. Bruce removes the pants the rest of the way as you climb onto Jonathan’s lap, your clothed core atop his throbbing, leaking bulge.

You kiss Jonathan’s jaw, leaving harsh bites along the column of his throat as you travel down, continuing your assault on the skin of his chest and torso. You reach the band of his underwear, which you tease with your hands, snapping the band against Jonathan’s skin. He tries his best to laugh from underneath the ball gag, spit sputtering from the gaps of his mouth. You slowly peel his underwear down his legs, watching as his hard cock slaps against his stomach. You let Bruce pull the underwear off completely, and he tosses it somewhere in the room to be found later. You lean down to lick the bead of precum off Jonathan's tip before pulling away completely, allowing Bruce the room to tie up the doctor’s ankles to the bottom bedposts. You stand at the foot of the bed, chuckling darkly as Jonathan struggles against the restraints.

“Not so powerful now, are you, Dr. Crane?” you laugh, knowing he didn’t like you calling him by his professional name, “You look so pathetic, lying there with your poor cock out for us to see. Bet you wish one of us would touch it for you, hmm?”

Jonathan stays silent, his eyes boring into yours as he yanks his arms, testing the rope’s strength. He realizes he truly can’t move or speak and that he’s entirely at you and Bruce’s mercy. Not the worst position to be in, Jonathan thinks.

“Which of us should do the honors?” you ask Bruce, a playful smile on your face.

It isn’t often Bruce gets to mess with the other man during your experimental sexual encounters. Still, you figure this is personal enough for him to want to be involved.

“You can take this one. I’ve got other plans,” Bruce says, smirking deviously.

“Oh really?” you grin, “I’m excited to see those.”

You climb back on the bed, moving toward Jonathan’s lap, where his weeping cock is getting redder by the second. Grabbing the base of it, you move it forward enough for it to meet your lips. You lap your tongue on Jonathan’s tip, smearing the precum around before licking a stripe up his entire length. You pull away, letting his cock slap painfully against his stomach again. You harshly grip Jonathan’s balls, causing him to cry out muffled. You massage them as you take his length into your mouth, bobbing your head as you continue to take him in entirely. You press your breasts into the bed, letting your ass be exposed for Bruce to take advantage of as you suck off Jonathan. Bruce wastes no time walking over to you, letting his hands run over your asscheeks before he pulls your pretty black underwear off. Bruce dips his head down to flatten his tongue against your wet slit, gathering your arousal as he swirls it around your cunt. You moan around Jonathan’s cock, causing him to twitch.

“God, I love this pussy,” Bruce pants against you, “Too bad you can’t get a taste, Crane.”

You peer your eyes up to Jonathan’s, his icy blue eyes now dark from his blown pupils. He’s glaring at Bruce, trying to regulate his breathing as his tip hits the back of your throat. Jonathan’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you fuck him with your mouth, letting his cock slam into your throat. Jonathan tries to thrust into your mouth, but you push his hips down against the mattress. You’re slobbering, and tears are streaming down your face as you take his length as much as you can, wanting him to get as close to cumming as possible. Bruce sucks your clit harshly, letting two fingers slip into your wet pussy. You groan, the vibrations sending Jonathan batty. You feel him getting close, and you blindly fumble around for the box of toys that still remains on the bed somewhere. You find it, pulling off Jonthan’s cock as it twitches uncontrollably. He growls as you find the toy you were looking for. You give Jonathan a few pumps, gripping his length as tight as you can, watching as the precum helplessly spills from him. Before Jonathan can react or cum, you slip a cock ring onto him, sliding it down to his base. He cries out from behind the ball gag, his chest heaving. You lay your head on his thigh, watching as his cock turns bright red. Bruce continues to eat you out, his teeth brushing against your clit occasionally, causing you to moan. Your breath hits Jonathan’s angry length, making him shiver. You look him in the eyes as Bruce adds a third finger, fucking into your g spot harshly as he bites at your bundle of nerves. You maintain eye contact with Jonathan as you cum, letting your nails dig into the soft flesh on his thighs.

“Lucky for me,” you trace Jonathan’s tip teasingly with your finger, catching your breath, “I get to cum as much as I want.”

Jonathan stares at you without making a sound, focusing on his breathing so he doesn’t explode into a fine mist from the overstimulation.

“Now it’s your turn since you’ve been a good boy,” you remove the ball gag from Jonathan’s mouth, licking up his spit from his lips before he can lick it off himself.

“Open your mouth,” you demand, and Jonathan does as told.

You gather his and your saliva in your mouth before spitting it onto his tongue.

“Now show me how good you are at eating pussy, Dr. Crane.”

You flip yourself around, hovering over Jonathan’s face as you slowly remove the cock ring. Bruce removes his button-up, laying down between Jonathan’s spread legs. Jonathan lets out a strangled cry at the feeling of Bruce’s hot mouth on his sensitive cock. You push your pulsing cunt onto Jonathan’s face, to which he happily starts lapping hungrily. You watch as Bruce hollows his cheeks around Jonathan, and the sight alone makes you even wetter than before.

“Fuck,” you mutter, Bruce’s eyes meeting yours.

You rock your hips against Jonathan’s tongue, urging him to continue. Jonathan wishes he could bury his fingers in your cunt, but he settles for his tongue instead. Twisting and pushing it inside you, he uses his nose to press against your clit, shaking his head. You grip Jonathan’s hair, cursing at the feeling of his tongue dragging in your walls and his nose flicking your bundle of nerves. You grasp your barely clothed breasts, letting your thumbs play with your nipples through the thin lace. Bruce moans around Jonathan while watching you, letting Jonathan fuck into his throat.

“Wanna cum, you piece of shit?” Bruce pulls off Jonathan, who gasps a ‘yes,’ “Be careful what you ask for,” Bruce chuckles.

You plan on milking the doctor for all he’s got all night. You want him spent and begging for mercy. Anything to make him miserable.

Bruce takes Jonathan back into his mouth, bobbing up and down quickly and stroking what he won’t take into his mouth. Bruce allows Jonathan to buck his hips into his face. Jonathan lets out a pitiful cry as he cums in your husband’s mouth, white-hot spurts of seed shooting down Bruce’s throat. You feel Jonathan roll your clit between his teeth before sucking it between his lips as he rides his high. You growl, letting your self-control go out the window. You chase your own high, letting Jonathan torture and tease your bundle of nerves with his tongue and teeth until you finally release in his mouth. Jonathan slurps and suckles every drop of your arousal from your cunt, licking until you pull off him.

“Lucky for you,” you pant, beginning to untie the rope bound to Jonathan’s wrists, “This next part requires your cooperation. Promise you’ll behave?”

“Yes, Mrs. Wayne,” Jonathan nods.

You let Bruce finish untying the doctor as you discard your bra. You instruct Jonathan to move to the side, allowing you to lie down in his place. You demand that Jonathan climb on top of you. he does as told, and Bruce roughly pushes Jonthan’s face into your chest. You laugh at Bruce’s typical roughness, especially when it makes Jonathan look flustered. His ass is now in the air, revealed to Bruce.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass like a good boy?” you ask Jonathan, your fingers in his hair.

He doesn’t look at you or respond.

“I’m asking you a question, Jonathaaan,” you say threateningly, your fingers now gripping his hair harshly as you lift his head for him to look at you.

“No,” Jonathan says breathlessly.

“Well, that’s about to change,” you say, “Any regrets about being smart-mouthed to me yet, Dr. Crane?”

Jonathan glares at you, panting as Bruce spreads his ass apart, “Not yet.”

“Good,” you smile, letting his head drop abc to your chest, “Now obey me and show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

You move Jonathan’s face, maneuvering his mouth to your hardened and sensitive nipple. Bruce takes some lube from the box he brought, smearing it against his fingers before teasing Jonathan’s asshole with the tip of his index finger. Jonathan keens around you, his body beginning to shake as Bruce slowly pushes a finger inside him. Jonathan sucks harshly on your nipple, gasping as your husband wiggles his finger inside his tight ass. He laps at your bud, focusing on trying to please you and taking Bruce’s long finger simultaneously. A second finger is added, stretching Jonathan further. The doctor lets out a sharp groan at the delectable burn. He attacks your other breast, letting his finger circle around the one he was just attached to. Bruce prods a third finger into Jonathan, and he lurches forward from the feeling of fullness.

“If you think you’re full now, just wait for Bruce’s fat cock, baby boy,” you taunt.

Bruce twists and curls his fingers inside Jonathan, doing his best to prep him for his unforgiving length. When he pulls his hand away, Jonathan gasps from the sudden emptiness. Bruce spreads his ass apart again, his slacks and underwear now discarded as his hardened cock pressed against Joanthan’s gaping hole. Jonathan whimpers around your nipple, pausing momentarily as Bruce slides himself into Jonathan.

“Fuck,” Jonathan shudders.

“You can stop now. I need you elsewhere,” you pull Jonathan’s head off your breasts, sneaking your hand between the two of you to his newly hardened cock, stroking it in your hand in time for Bruce to bottom out.

Jonathan whines, collapsing on your torso as the air leaves him.

“Tapped out already?” you pout, sticking your bottom lip out at Jonathan when you lift his head by his hair again, “Too fucking bad.”

Bruce then pulls out of Jonathan almost all the way before slamming back into him, his tip brushing against Jonathan’s prostate. Jonathan screams as you guide his cock between your slick folds, his body overstimulated. You let Jonathan weakly push his length inside your soaking cunt, your walls enveloping him immediately. Bruce wraps an arm around Jonathan’s chest, anchoring himself to the doctor. His other hand grips Jonathan’s hip with intensity. The feeling of Bruce pounding into Jonathan’s tight little ass affects you directly as Jonathan pushes deeper inside you every time Bruce thrusts into him. Soon, a rhythm is established, and you’re nearly in tears from pleasure as you watch Jonathan become a withering, crying mess underneath Bruce.

“Doing so good taking Bruce’s huge cock,” you praise Jonathan, bucking your hips with his every time he involuntarily moves forward, “You could at least try a little harder to fuck me like you want to, though.”

Jonathan’s forehead is teeming with sweat as he struggles to actually thrust into you while Bruce fucks into his prostate. You give him the benefit of the doubt- the first time getting fucked in the ass is intense. So you rock and swivel your hips on Jonathan’s cock roughly, letting him reach up to grab your breasts for leverage. He pinches your nipples, twisting them hard, sending electricity to your cunt. You pulse around Jonathan’s length, causing him to grunt miserably. Bruce’s hips are slapping onto Jonathan’s asscheeks loudly, and Jonathan’s cock twitches pitifully inside you.

“Cum, sweet thing,” you coax Jonathan, whose hair has long since lost its gel hold and has begun flopping into his face, “Cum inside me.”

Jonathan starts fucking into you the best he can, tears streaming down his face as he cums, a hoarse scream leaving his throat. Bruce is still fucking him without mercy, and you let Jonathan’s soft cock remain inside you as he whimpers helplessly, his hands gripping your sides.

“That’s it,” you praise him gently, “Let Batman fuck you silly like you deserve.”

Jonathan peers up at you, giving you the dirtiest look he can muster as you cackle, Bruce grunting as he cums inside Jonthan’s ass and on his back.

“Christ,” Bruce sighs, pushing his hair from his face as he winces, pulling out of Jonathan’s quivering asshole.

Jonathan collapses on top of you in a mess of sweat, tears, and cum. You let him catch his breath before sliding out from under him.

“One last thing, sweetie,” you say, your tone sugary, “Sit up on the bed for us.”

Jonathan weakly pushes himself up, flipping onto his back and laying his head on the pillows.

“Touch yourself,” you demand, sitting on your knees at the end of the bed beside Bruce, “I want you to cum until you can’t cum anymore.”

Jonathan opens his mouth to protest, but you motion for him to shush, to which he tiredly gives in. You dip your hand to your slick clit, swiping at it as Jonathan strokes his sensitive cock for you. Bruce watches you and Jonathan touch yourselves, unable to really get himself up again. He instead sits behind you, playing with your tits and rubbing his large hands on your hot, sticky skin. Bruce relishes in watching Jonathan fall apart as he looks away in embarrassment.

“Keep your eyes on me, Crane,” Bruce’s voice booms, making Jonathan jump.

Jonathan gulps, reluctantly keeping eye contact with Bruce as he bucks into his hand, moaning hoarsely as he gets close. He can’t help but think about how he was between the two of you, getting fucked by you and Bruce at the same time. With that, cum shoots from his overused cock onto his stomach, and he cries out in embarrassment when you demand he get off again.

You stay like that, letting Bruce replace your hand as you spread your legs further open to allow him to fuck you with his fingers. You bounce on them, moaning quietly as Jonathan fights to keep his eyes open, his wrist flicking to the best of his ability. The night goes on, and Jonathan eventually taps out, sobbing almost uncontrollably as he runs out of cum. You and Bruce give him time alone before slowly moving him to the shower, where you help him wash off. You and your husband also washed yourselves off, assisting Jonathan out of the shower when you were all done. He’s wrapped in a towel, wincing as he walks back to the bed and curls up under the covers. You follow suit, wrapping your arms around Jonathan and soothing him as he finally falls asleep. Bruce holds you from behind, sighing contently.

“Too bad it takes doing this to humble a villain,” Bruce jokes.

“And the fact I could help was exciting,” you chuckle, “I never get to fight criminals like you do.”

“Maybe you should. You’ve got the mouth for it. Your sass is unmatched,” Bruce buries his nose in your hair.

“Mmm, I think I’m good,” you say, stroking Jonathan’s hair out of his face, “One villain is enough for me, I think.”

You and Bruce quietly watch the evil, despicable fucker sleep soundly.

“Can we keep him?” you ask Bruce, to which he tries not to burst out laughing.

“So you can torture him more? Absolutely.”

“Awesome.”

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ꜱᴄᴘ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴄʜ

ᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ/ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

pairing: past lover/SCP! san x researcher! reader (fem) feat. resaercher friend! mingi

genre: SCP au, horror elements, angst (there’s a hopeful ending i promise ;;), smut

summary: having seen everything under the sun as a researcher at the SCP foundation, you didn’t think much of SCP-1117. it wasn’t until he started appearing as your late husband that you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: past character death, ANGST (i’m telling you now…), hard dom! san, bratty sub! reader, brat taming, cnc, san’s a heartless monster here so yeahh, he also has monster features yk (sharp teeth, black eyes, monster cawk), dirty talk, degradation/name calling, brief tit play, brief spit play, restraints, choking, rough oral (giving), deep-throating, kissing, fingering, squirting, like…so much cum…, finger sucking, rough sex, mating press, dacryphilia, creampie

a/n: listen ik it’s filth fest okayy there’s def filth in this but i also used this one as an angst outlet so just know this one’s got a little kick to it,, im sorry my lovelies i just couldn’t help it </33

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SCP-1117 was a curious one. Neither you nor your coworkers knew what its true form looked like, due to its ability of morphing into whatever it pleased. You couldn’t quite figure out what it truly was either. It was simply an amalgamation of pure chaos. One that you found yourself being drawn to ever since it began to replicate your late husband’s image.

Was it to entice you? Punish you? You weren’t sure. What you were sure of was that you couldn’t bring yourself to escape from its clutches, remaining at work during the late night hours, always telling your coworkers that you were simply running tests on it, when in actuality, it was running tests on you. Testing how much pain and pleasure you could take. Testing how much it could take from you and give to you without completely swallowing you up.

Oh, how it would love to.

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“Y/N, you shouldn’t be staying here so late…and you shouldn’t be around SCP-1117 so often. It’s too dangerous…” one of the researchers you were closest with told you in a hushed voice inside the hauntingly white, sterile hallway of the facility, placing a hand on your stiff shoulder, his fingers squeezing into your plain white lab coat, hints of coffee still on his breath.

“Thank you for worrying about me, Mingi,” you began softly, looking up at him past the smudged lenses of your glasses, taking a sip from your own cup of stale black coffee. “But I’m getting closer to a breakthrough. I need this…The foundation needs this.”

“We still don’t know what its intentions are though…What if you get hurt?” Mingi pushed, concern present within his hushed, though gravelly voice, studying you with his sad, deep-set eyes. He searched the pristine tile floor for something he couldn’t find, finding it even harder to look back up at you. “I feel like…ever since the passing…you’ve been…”

You offered him a gentle smile, reaching up to pat the side of his cheek, interrupting him, “Mingi, I’m fine, really. I just need something to focus on instead of the grief, and this is it.” Something inside you shifted, the edges of your facade fading for only a moment, causing you to push your glasses up past the slope of your nose. “Research is all I have left as of late.”

Mingi inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling like shit, causing him to bring you into a warm, tight hug, whispering into your shoulder, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Please, do what helps you.” He squeezed you a little tighter, as if you would slip away from him at any second. “Just don’t forget, I’m here for you, Y/N. Night or day, I’m here.”

You stayed still inside his grasp, wanting to feel comfort from his gentle, loving touch, but instead feeling nothing at all. All you felt was the muddled memory of what love was to you. You heard it whispering into your mind and onto your skin, tormenting you with what you once had access to. “Thank you, Mingi,” you replied sincerely, slowly reaching your arms around him to hug him back, settling into his embrace. Before you even realized it, you had begun to hold him just as close, nuzzling his shoulder until your glasses fogged up.

Eventually, Mingi left you to your own devices, and you found yourself heading down to the basement floor, your high heels clacking loudly against the tile inside the large, empty hallway as you made your way to the entity’s room.

Once you pressed your keycard into the room’s security system, a small blue light flashed across your eyes, scanning your identity, before it let you into the vast, dark room.

Little by little, the plain room morphed into what used to be your late husband’s office, that in real life, was shut off from the rest of the world with a key, as you were never internally prepared to walk into a space that he had spent so much time inside. Here, it was perfectly clean and kept-up. Inviting. Warm, even. Not covered in thick layers of dust and shrouded in darkness, like in your reality. A reality you were relieved to have an escape from once again.

“You took so long to see me, honey. I’ve missed you dearly,” a deep, masculine voice called out to you, causing you to turn around and see your late husband sitting at his computer desk, wearing a coat similar to yours, his glasses slipping down his nose like they always did, a pout on his classically handsome, feline-like face.

“San, I’ve missed you too,” you called back, running over to him just as he got up from his computer chair, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Missed your touch.” It was then that you heard a slow, calculating chuckle ring out inside your ears. It sent a shiver right up your spine, your idyllic fantasy quickly falling apart at the seams like it always seemed to do.

“Oh, did you now? What did you miss, honey? My cock in your ass? Your throat? Or your wet little cunt?” he remarked filthily, the dark amusement inside his eyes reminding you that he was not your husband, and that this wasn’t the life you had. This was a cold, empty room, and you were in the arms of a nameless monster that wanted nothing more than to ruin you.

The feeling was mutual.

“I’ve missed it all. Need you,” you admitted hastily, opening San’s work shirt up to reveal his pretty, tan skin, simultaneously letting him push you back into the desk, watching him rip open your top, the buttons flying off and skidding across the floor.

“You’ll have me, slut. Relax.” San pulled your bra off, immediately encompassing your tits with his large, warm hands, squeezing them roughly and kneading them around, making you squeak. “Missed these tits of yours.”

“Yeah…? I bet you jerk off thinking about them when I’m gone. Pervert,” you tested him, hoping to provoke the beast, reaching down to grab his hardening cock through his tight work pants.

San sneered at you, showing off his sharpened teeth. “Why would I need to jerk off when you come here every night and willingly give me your holes to fuck as I please? Huh?” He lowered his mouth to your chest, spitting on one of your tits, before sucking on it sloppily, licking at your nipple with his forked tongue. “Or did you forget how fucking filthy you are?”

“Might need a reminder…”

“I forget just how truly mindless cock sluts are,” San mused to himself, flicking your other nipple roughly with his pointer finger, making you jolt from the sudden twinge of pleasurable pain. “I'll remind you, my dear.”

The entity suddenly swiped all the things off of his desk, from the large, ancient computer that your husband never wanted to get rid of because of the ‘lovely vintage aesthetic’ it apparently brought to his office, the various knickknacks he was never able to part with, from romantic poetry books he never got to read, to clay cats he made in the pottery class he begged you to join, knocking everything onto the floor so that he could place you onto it, with enough force that you felt a bit dizzy. With his hands pressed onto either side of the desk, San hovered over you, his now fully black eyes boring into your half closed ones, drool falling from his lips onto your flushed face. “Show me how wet you are, Y/N. Show me now.”

You obediently slid up your work skirt and lowered the lip of your panties, showing off your glistening, plump folds, your lips forming a playfully wicked smile. “Is that enough for you, 1117? Hm? Does it make your cock stiff?”

You both knew that you using his given name pissed him off more than anything, which led to him sending one of his fists straight through the desk near your shoulder, with so much ease, it was almost as if he was slicing through butter. You didn’t flinch, and he loved you for it. He loved his perfect little playtoy. You always knew how to press his buttons just right. Maybe that’s why he didn’t swallow you whole just yet. “You know, what does make my cock stiff is the thought of fucking that bratty mouth of yours until‌ you’re dripping drool and my load all over yourself…”

“Well, what are you waiting for, huh? I don’t have all night, you know. The morning crew comes in early,” you deadpanned, your heart hammering away inside your chest, your mind and body vibrating with an excitement that you haven’t felt since, well, the night before.

“I’m going to be cumming early too, when my cock’s ramming down your throat…” San climbed off of you and moved your body around to his will, so that you were laying on your back with your head hanging off of the desk. He ripped off his belt and looped it around your wrists, tightening it up until you whimpered. It was then that he pulled out his long, veiny cock, the tip of it dripping obscene globs of pre-cum onto your face, some of the saltiness getting on your lips. “Y/N, tell me, did your husband ever fuck and claim your throat for himself? Or did he do something disgusting like eat you out for your own sole pleasure instead?”

Visions of your late husband worshiping your body like a temple, with love in his eyes and praise on his lips, flashed across your mind, filling your stomach with lead, just as San, the monster, the entity that you couldn’t understand, filled your mouth and throat with his large, pulsing length, not giving you a chance to answer, instead snapping his hips forward.

“Oh my god, that’s it, right fucking there,” San groaned gutturally, closing his talons around the sides of your throat, watching the way his cock made an obscene bulge inside it each time he thrusted roughly into it, amused by the dribbles of spit escaping past your stretched lips. “Hey, do your coworkers know that you’re a whore for SCP-1117? Do they know that you study the way my balls hit your fucking face every time I thrust into this tight throat of yours?”

You gurgled noisily around his rapidly moving length, his salty pre-cum leaking into your mouth, not even having the ability to gag anymore from the amount of times that you’ve taken him inside, your throat already used to the shape of San’s enormous cock. “Mmmmfff…”

“Uh-huh, I know, baby. I know how much you love it,” San mused knowingly, reaching past your throat to rest one of his hands on the opposite edge of the table to thrust more easily into your tight throat, one hand already on your messy cunt, his talons returning to normal hands, a wedding band present on his ring finger, eagerly rubbing from your clit to your slit just to hear your juices squelching through his fingers. “I know how much you love being a hole for me.”

You spread your trembling thighs open, bucking your hips against his fingers, your moans sending pleasant vibrations onto his cock. It was when he stuffed your cunt full of his fingers that your moans were near constant, your eyes rolling up into your head, drool sliding up your face from the upside down position you were in, drops of it landing onto the floor near San’s black work shoes.

“Your pussy’s leaking so much, baby, did you know that? You must be really desperate for my cock, huh? Even though I pound you into a coma every single night? Are you that much of a brainless cum dump for me now?”

“Mm-hmm...!” Your thighs suddenly clenched around his rapidly moving hand, encouraging him to force them back open, most likely leaving a bruise on your sensitive skin.

San let out a significantly more pleasured groan than the rest that he was letting out, his cock throbbing deep inside your open throat, sweat dripping down the side of his temples, his hair starting to stick to his forehead, his wire glasses threatening to fall from his face. “You’re such a pathetic slut, god, it’s gonna make me fucking cum…”

Clear liquid suddenly gushed past San’s thick fingers, your muffled moans crescendoing into an equally muffled scream, your thighs going limp against the now slippery desk. You closed your eyes, and for a second, you saw your real husband standing at his desk, proudly holding up one of his crudely painted clay cats for you to see, showing you his pretty dimpled smile and sparkling, affectionate gaze.

It was then that San tore you away from your brief blissful memory, bringing you back to reality with his wet hands closing back around your bruising neck, his throbbing cock rammed completely down your contracting throat. “Go on, do what you do best and drink it all for me, baby,” he purred, just as he unleashed load after load into your mouth, some of it spilling out and dripping along your sweaty face and into your hair.

You simply laid there, still trembling, your wrists straining against your leather restraints, doing your best to swallow the endless amount of cum down without choking on it. It was so much that you almost found yourself beginning to pass out from the lack of oxygen, too busy guzzling down cum to breathe, your brain and fingertips growing tingly. How nightmarish would it be for the morning crew to come to find you passed out in SCP-1117’s room, your body covered in squirt and semen. Though it couldn’t be much more of a nightmare than the one you were already living in.

Once San’s balls were sufficiently drained in that moment, he slowly pulled out of your throat and mouth with a lewd pop, lifting up your practically lifeless body and flipping you around so that you were on your back again and gazing up at him. His face had grown more monstrous, his curled, sharp teeth starting to grow into his cheeks like they were sewn into his flesh, his glasses now gone, his eyes, like portals to an abyss you couldn’t seem to look away from, unintelligible symbols carved into the skin of his neck and collarbone. “What’s wrong, honey? You look frightened. Is something the matter?” he asked with faux concern, a deep chuckle emanating from his tattooed throat.

“Shut up and fill me with cock, already, 1117,” you sighed, reaching up to rub the cum from your glasses the cloth of your shirt, simply smearing it around instead.

Growling animalistically, San grabbed onto your hips, sinking his sharpened nails into your skin enough to elicit a small whimper from your lips, positioning his hardened cock against your cunt, rubbing his cockhead along it, just teasing your slit, instead of actually giving you what you wanted. “You’re just asking for it, you goddamn brat. You’re lucky I love fucking your whore hole this much or else I would’ve eaten you up a long time ago…You’d be so…tasty…”

Just as San began to drool on you again, you reached your restrained hands up so that you could have your wrists resting behind the monster’s neck, his overheated body impossibly close to yours. “Eat me up, 1117,” you whispered near his lips, catching his mouth against yours when he lunged forward, his split tongue slipping over yours and down your throat.

San pushed himself inside the tight heat of your cunt, immediately getting to work, pistoning himself in and out of you like a well-oiled machine, having no plans of stopping until he was pumping monstrous amounts of cum into your womb.

You sucked and licked at his long, agile tongue the best you could, watching strings of saliva spread in between your panting, parted mouths when San pulled back. “Fuck me harder,” you demanded, choking on your spit when San rubbed his fingers roughly into your clit, watching him bring his fingers up to your lips, taking them inside to suck your arousal off of them.

“Relax, little slut. You already know I always fuck you within an inch of your life.” San suddenly brought his legs up onto the desk, using his obscene strength to easily position the both of your bodies so that he had you in a mating press, thrusting viciously into your hot, leaking cunt.

Your already loud moans began to grow even louder, threatening to somehow escape the soundproof room. You couldn’t do anything but take everything San gave you, his thick, impossibly large cock drilling so roughly into your squelching cunt, he punched a prolonged, breathy whine out of you each time. “S-aaaan, pleaseee…!”

“Please, what? Don’t tell me you forgot how to use your words. Is it because I’m in your guts, baby? Is that why?” San began to laugh evilly near your ear, his tongue slithering past his curled lips to lick the salty tears that began to drip down your cheeks. He thrusted once more, this time feeling your squirt dripping in between your sticky bodies, driving him to fuck you even harder than before, the desk slamming roughly into the side of the wall over and over. “Is that your squirt leaking all over my cock? Fuck, you always cum so hard when I use you like this…Makes me wanna cum too…Gonna fill your womb with my load, Y/N. It won’t stop dripping out of you until tomorrow night when I fill you up again, and again, and again.”

It was then that you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. You tossed your head back, getting lost in a bout of boundless ecstasy, finding yourself back in your husband’s office. This time, he brought you into his arms, enveloping you in his comforting warmth and scent, his kind eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t hear the words for yourself, but you saw his lips moving. ‘I love you.’ That was all you could ask for these days. Just a glimpse. Just a taste of what once was yours.

You were once again brought back to reality by the entity, his heavy, twitching body pressing fully against yours, filling your cunt up with an unending amount of cum, some of it having to spill out, drops of it hitting the ground.

San gazed down at you, his jaw appearing to be completely unhinged, long, jagged teeth curling downwards, easily able to crush you up until nothing remained, his large black eyes now multiplied like an arachnid, still staring deep into yours, seeing his own reflection in them. He stayed still, like he was debating on consuming your flesh and bones — though….if he did that, then his fun would be over. Without another word, San pulled your restraints off and climbed off of you, his horrific, vaguely familar form staying long enough for him to say, “Until tomorrow, Y/N.”

It was then that he disappeared, along with San’s office, leaving you cold and alone inside the seemingly empty room. Having been through this routine time and time again, you walked over to a locker in the corner, putting on a fresh set of clothes, fixing your hair and makeup in the small mirror that sat inside the locker, not looking at it long enough to realize that there were still tears escaping your bloodshot eyes.

You pressed your keycard to the door once more, the system repeatedly leaving a flash of red over your skin until you opened your blurry eyes wide enough so that the blue light could scan them and let you out of the room. Once you were back inside the empty, sterile hallway, you walked to the opposite hall, your heels clacking against the floor along the way, your hands inside your coat pockets.

It wasn’t until you made it to the elevator that you found yourself falling to your knees, not having enough strength to make it inside. Why you did this to yourself over and over was a mystery. Maybe it was the simple fact that you could still visit some version of your husband, even if he was a soulless monster. Maybe it was because you would rather punish yourself, than take the time to heal from what you lost. You weren’t very sure. What you were sure of was that you stayed in the dark long enough to see that there was always light on the other side. You were ready to crawl towards it.

It was then that the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal who was inside. Mingi stood there, his worried expression morphing into one of conflict, some sort of relief mixed with grief.

“Sorry, Min, I just…I couldn’t help it…I’m sorry…” you whispered softly, unable to speak more when he simply lifted you off of the ground into his arms. He held you tight, his warm body encompassing yours, reminding you of the person that was always with you, even if you couldn’t see him. He was there through the heartbreak, through the emptiness, through the fullness, the pain, the pleasure, the grief. He was there through it all, just a thought away. Even though he was gone in a way, he had never left you to begin with, and you knew that now.

You knew.

“Let me take you home, Y/N,” Mingi spoke up, gently carding his fingers through your hair.

“Okay,” you sighed softly, leaning your head against his shoulder, hearing your late husband’s soft voice whisper something into your mind. “Mingi?”

“Yeah?”

With your gentle eyes creasing at the corners, you gave your dear friend a smile filled with warmth, a smile that the love of your life offered you time and time again, your shoulders feeling just a little lighter in that moment. You thought about the clay cats, about how they should be cherished again. “When we get there, can you help me find the key for San’s home office? There’s something I want to show you.”

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Heat haze ft Morax + fem!bunny adeptus!reader

cw/tags: heat/mating cycles, marathon sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, praise kink, creampie, sex toy, improper use of geo (lmao), Morax has a dragon penis, pet names, fucked stupid, reader calls Morax "My Lord" and Morax calls her "my child", power play??

notes: Pure self-indulgent filth <3 I love the concept of heats in general and though on applying that to adepti, then I remembered it's bunny year so why not... apparently there is a bunny in chinese mythology called the "Jade Rabbit" who serves the Moon Goddess soooo. Anyway. Breeding kink goes brrrrrr.

“M-my lord... I’m sorry I’m ah-” You gulp and try to breathe through your mouth, fingers clenching and unclenching trying to regain some semblance of stability. “I’m not feeling very… well”

Shameful. Lord Morax came to see you, probably talk about important matters regarding this year’s crops and yet-

“Is this your first heat alone?”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn, on instinct you look up panicked as your long ears stiffen in shock but just as quickly you avert your gaze, unable to look at him in the face at the revelation, and to avoid staring at his regal visage, fearful of your own reactions if you were to do so.

Oh he knows. He knows. Of course he knows. As much as you tried to suppress it your scent is probably dripping with want, especially when your thoughts were spiraling out of control mere minutes ago. Being an adeptus in heat is hard enough, but as a Jade Rabbit… it was especially hard on you.

You blink heavily, dumbly, your brain can’t keep up with all the emotions right now. You feel lightheaded but still manage to force out an answer. “N-No… no, I’m… used to it.”

Morax tilts his head and the light catches on his majestic antlers making them glow, and you find it impossible not to look “Of course.” He nods, still keeping immaculate composure. “But haven’t you found a mate yet?”

A mate. Your rabbit ears droop. Ever since you vowed to serve Lord Morax you never had time for such things, with the on-going war and protecting the humans, even as a non-combatant adeptus your duties were many. Agricultural care and development, medical support, logistics… you never had it in you to find a mate. You were devoted to your contract, and, to Lord Morax himself.

“I’m… I haven’t found the r-right one yet…” You mumble, hugging yourself and rubbing at your arm nervously in an attempt to mimic something.

“Oh my child, I’m sorry.” Morax approaches you and tentatively cups your cheek, fingers barely caressing your jaw, the touch is fleeting yet electric.

His hand is warm.

You unconsciously lean into the touch.

And he smells so good, so good.

“I could assist you, if you would allow it.”

You immediately flinch back at the words.

“W-what?!”

Morax simply blinks at you and crosses his arms, putting some distance between you two again. “I apologize if my advances are unwelcome.”

“No my lord it’s n-not that.” You can’t help but stare at his strong biceps, blackened skin accented by fine gold linings…

You try to control your breathing and think! Rationally!!

But still, you’re curious. What would it be like? To feel your God’s scent, your God’s touch, your God’s co-

You quickly shake your head. No, no! That’s indecent, scandalous! You’re not worthy, that’s…

“It’s okay, my child.”

The warm touch is back, hands placed at your shoulders, grounding you, stabilizing you. A shiver runs down your spine yet it doesn’t freeze you on the spot, rather it feels…

Tender.

You stare up at him and this time hold your gaze. He’s handsome and his eyes are the purest brightest molten gold you've ever seen, the bright diamond pupils mesmerizing.

You whine and rub your thighs together on instinct.

“My Lord… p-please…”

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“Ha-aahh… f-faster, please my Lord please- Ah-! Faster!”

You’re reduced to a babbling, moaning, drooling mess as you lay on golden silk sheets. Head down ass up, your arms have long since given up supporting you and your thighs tremble as Morax rams into your dripping wet pussy over and over and over again.

He lets out a low chuckle “So tight…” He whispers, voice deep and raspy with sex haze, the scent of your heat spurring him on and causing his own illuminated beast features to manifest, such as his powerful tail undulating behind him. “You’re practically dripping all over the place, and yet you take me so well…” his breath stutters with another snap of his hips and all you can do is moan loudly, mind foggy with need.

“Oh…” You gasp. “Oh.”

Without pause, he’s slamming into you repeatedly, pulling you down on his perfect thick cock and fucking fast methodical thrusts into you wet hole, aiming for a certain spot that has you seeing stars once he finds it.

“Ah! Ah… Ah!” Your voice barely registers through your own lust-hazed mind. Tears prickling at the corner of your eyes from the rapid buildup in your lower abdomen. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve already came, your juices coating your inner thighs and soiling the precious silken sheets. Not that he seems to mind. “O-Oh… Ohhhh. My Lord… M-Morax…”

You’re pretty sure your God has ruined you for anyone else. No mortal or immortal would ever be able to compare to his divine cock, deliciously thick and filling, the dragon shaft lined with small ridges that rub just right against your insides and so utterly big you swear you can feel a slight bump on your navel every time he bottoms out.

You keen and whine when his strong clawed hands pull at your hips. Seems like your legs are also giving up on you so he holds you in place instead. And you love it. His musky scent. His smooth deep voice. His unfaltering stamina.

The Prime of the Adepti. A strong and virile dragon.

And he chose to mate you.

Suddenly you feel him drape over your back, his larger frame practically caging you, pressing against you until his chest meets your sweaty back and you feel his ragged breath against your neck, scenting you and your heat pheromones before sharp fangs graze your tender skin.

You moan and your pussy clamps down on him. You are so close….

“You feel amazing.” He growls. “So good... s-so good for me.”

You buck your hips up to him, clumsily meeting his thrusts as your small fluffy tail twitches. “Nnngh!”

You feel him bite at your shoulder and the sharp jolt of pain is enough to send you spiraling into another climax, moaning high-pitched and gripping him tighter inside you even as he fucked into your slick warmth. Despite the orgasm he shows no signs of slowing down, so neither do you, as the unbearable heat continues to burn inside you, an itch you can’t quite scratch. His hands reach out for your skin, caressing your soft breasts and marveling at how beautifully they fit into his hands. He rubs circles into one of your nipples before pinching it lightly and is rewarded with another high keen and a spasm around his cock.

“P-Please… please… I need it. Please-” You pant, voice laced with desperation, your nails digging into the bedsheets.

“What do you want?” Morax asks, nosing at your neck and lapping at the reddened bite mark he branded into your skin. “Tell me what you need, little one.”

“Breed me!” You choke out “F-Fill me up Lord Morax, I need you to… fuck m-me full, pleasepleaseplease-”

And how could he deny such a sweet plea? Morax redoubles his efforts, panting with exertion and pushing harder, faster, deeper. Shrill little gasps escaping you as your mind goes blank from the pleasure.

“Hah- I’ll breed you properly… mhh… fill you up.” He pants, his pace getting sloppier, his tail trashing wildly, you feel him twitch inside you. “You’re all mine. Mine to take… to fuck, to own, to breed-”

Morax’s breath hitches and he lets out a choked groan, spilling his load inside you in thick creamy spurts as you keen and squirm under him, too fucked stupid for words. You coo happily as the heat under your skin finally abates and you feel full, so full of his seed.

His grip loosens as his hips gradually slow down, head hung low as he catches his breath, his cock occasionally twitching inside you until it eventually softens. He gently pulls out admiring the way your pussy clenches on him, the way your legs shake, weakly trying to lock him there, keep him inside you. The drag and pull of his thick cockhead over your sensitive insides making you keen and whimper from its abuse until your pliant body falls onto the sheets, whining pitifully when you feel his slick seed dribble out of your swollen pussy. You try to close your legs and weakly paw at your core.

No, no, no… it’s supposed to stay inside. Lord Morax’s precious cum-

You squeak as you feel something smooth and solid press against your pussy lips.

“Shhh my dear, shhh.” He coos at you, deep voice soothing your frazzled nerves. “This is just a little something to keep it in, to keep you full.” He pushes gently, working what you now realize was a cor lapis plug into your body. You made another whimpering noise as your lips parted for the toy he’d created for you. Red, puffy pussy folds spread open as they did for his cock, taking the tip before he worked the rest until it finally sunk in, lewdly resting against your opening, a glittering orange gemstone keeping you full. “There, nice and snug, do you like it?”

Your only answer is a little chirp, your eyes half-lidded as your body relaxes.

“Such a good little bunny. You were so good to me my child, so good.” You smile drowsily at the praise, cooing at him as his hand pets your hair and scratches your fuzzy ear. He kisses at your shoulder and starts softly massaging your aching limbs “You were beautiful. You did so well, you took me so perfectly…”

You lean into his touch, curling up to his body, both of you still damp with sweat and other fluids. Resting for now until another wave of neediness hits you.

You both knew your heat would last at least other 4 days…

You idly wonder if by the end of the week you would be honored with carrying his offspring.

#genshin impact smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #fem reader #adeptus reader #fun fact I was going to give reader an adeptus name “Spring Bringer” but then I kinda just went meh #tell me if you'd like more of this though #<3

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𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (AU) — Joel Miller X Fem!Reader

Summary: I made a joke about wanting to screw dirt-covered Joel even if he was deep in the trenches of hell and...well, yeah. This is pure filth and nothing else. Porn with minuscule plot, if you will | beta'd by @planet-marz1 & @beskarandblasters.

Word Count & Warnings: 6k | 18+, fem!reader, demon!joel, no specific age gap since dude is a literal demon, but reader is early 20s and I picture Joel to be his younger self (around 36), mentions of su*cidal ideations, this all a completely made up concept pls don't come for me about rituals, ect i will cry. virgin!reader, reader's father is a priest and horrible (just a total douche)/mother isn't alive, spitting, oral, unprotected piv, blood drinking, competency kink, innocence kink, mutual masturbation, if i missed anything let me know!

Heaven forbid you end up in a situation like this.

No, literally. Heaven specifically forbids it.

You’ve done the research, the hours and hours of scavenging online in search of the proper offerings, the right way to to complete this…ritual.

It’s foreign and completely out of your element.

As if anyone was familiar with this, beside the defunct group of people that completed these rituals for entertainment but were very swiftly ran out of town, though you’re sure they lay dormant somewhere.

You weren’t sure if any of them were attempting to summon demons to make deals with either, but here you were.

Standing at a dark and lonely crossroads in your hometown, on your knees, begging for anyone to answer your pleas.

Not prayers—nothing like that.

You check and double-check the carefully drawn sigils, recounting the incantation in your head to make sure you said it right, knowing that everything you buried in the small dirt pile in the ground was what was required. Even ripped off the cross necklace your father had gifted you as a child and threw it in a nearby field, not wanting to take any chances.

Maybe this was pointless, hoping on a whim that all those stories were true, that there were other forces at play. Good or evil, it didn’t matter.

Your naivety was showing, the blade held tightly in your left hand was shaking and you thought maybe…just a small drop, maybe it would help.

And you’re almost breaking skin when there’s a solid woosh behind you, the cold draft goosebumping your bare skin, knowing this dress was a mistake, once pristine and white now matted with spatterings of dirt and filth.

“Oh my,” The voice singsongs low from over your shoulder, “now, what is this?”

The knife clatters to the ground loudly.

You chance a glimpse over your shoulder, expression meek and fearful as you take in the man before you.

That’s what he was.

All man, nothing like what you’ve been told to believe. No horns, no wings, no overtowering presence to send you running in the opposite direction. Nothing like the stories you’ve heard as a child.

And he’s rightfully beautiful—clearly defined edges to his jaw, a stature that felt both threatening and comforting, he held himself high, a proper posture that had to have been learned. Taught. Drilled and instilled into his outwardly behavior. He smiles wide, bright and shining teeth behind plush lips and a nose that screamed god-like but you knew he was anything but.

“Speak up, now,” He taunts, voice gravelly and thick, whether it is a forced dialect or not, you hear no flaws—he sounds familiar, looks familiar, and you feel it all may be a ruse, but you don’t question it, “busy night and I’m not being paid to have my time wasted on curious little vermin like you.”

Oh, there it was.

Still, you found yourself nervous as you spoke, suddenly forgetting all rational thinking or why you were even here, scrambling before him.

His footsteps are warning sounds against the pavement as he approaches you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before he waits, expectantly, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered across his face.

“Tick tock,” He warns, “why did you summon me, sweetheart?”

The endearment feels odd and misplaced, but it still has your insides turning in a way they shouldn’t.

“I—uh,” Your voice is feeble, unsure, “do you—do you think I’m pretty?”

He looks genuinely confused, eyebrows shooting up slightly at your question.

He’s seen a lot, heard just about everything, but this was new. And from a beautiful, timid specimen like you, no less.

“If you want me to say yes, I will.” He offers.

He would’ve agreed anyways—he might not typical most of the indulgences with the human race, but he wasn’t blind.

“But, really,” Another gentle touch that you find yourself leaning into, like he could hear your own desperate desires spinning around in your mind, plucking them out carefully and storing them in his own, “why have you called me here?”

“I…don’t remember,” You admit softly, “I—I—“

It’s his unnerving presence that has robbed all rational thinking, as if summoning a devil was a good idea to begin with. But, he’s standing before you and suddenly you have nothing to offer, nothing proposition him with.

Because, really, what were you willing to trade your soul for? A better life? It was impossible.

He cups your face firmly, thumbs pressing into soft, supple flesh, and really—who was he to waste such a beautiful opportunity?

He’s used to older men—addicts, drunks, men who were nothing good for this world and did more harm than good. Still, a job was a job, taking souls was the easy part.

What followed was…much more intense.

He enjoys the reaction of the pathetic people on their knees, begging for any alternative—aside from the few who have seemed more than willing. He would never press the agreement, just a solid—

“Well, enjoy your pathetic little life then.” And disappears, no flare or show.

His time wasn’t to be wasted.

Yet, here he was, tending to the sad sight of you.

“Why are you upset?” He ponders softly, feeling your body thrum beneath his fingertips, the pulse of your heart quickening. “You’ve called me here for a reason.”

“I—hate living like this,” You admit quietly, “my father, he has these values, rules, I don’t want to—I don’t understand them. He constantly compares me to other women, berates me and criticizes how I dress, how I look.”

He pauses for a moment, like he’s sifting through the rolodex in his brain, but even just a touch against your skin and he can absorb every precious memory stored away in your mind.

“Your daddy,” He grins, “religious type, huh?”

“He’s..a priest.” You admit.

Jackpot.

“And—and he’s horrible. He—he cheated, back when my mom was still alive. She—she died a few years ago, drunk driver. But—I just—”

He feels a desire to make you better, ease this pain.

But, there are a few stipulations.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He coos, “I think I may be able to help.”

You close your eyes in relief, taking a deep breath through your nose.

Suddenly his lips are brushing against your ear and it ignites a fire inside your body, a feeling that was new and strange, exhilarating too.

“First, how ‘bout you call me Joel.” He offers, “I go by that up here.”

Right. Up here. Not down in hell.

You fight your curiosity and nod.

“Oh—okay, Joel?” You repeat curiously.

“Perfect.” He smiles, pulling back to look at you.

He feels he might be reprimanded for the idea brewing in his head.

Like, the king of hell might have a bone to pick with him. But, he was his best—there was no wrong that Joel could commit. Plus, he was feeling a little selfish.

Someone so easily influenced, willing—who was he to pass on this opportunity?

“You’re unhappy with your life?” He inquires to confirm, planting the seed in your mind.

“Yes, very much.” You speak quietly, licking your lips briefly and catching the way Joel’s eyes track it, his own lips parting slightly.

It’s almost hard to believe that this was just a skin, that whatever was underneath had to be much more intimidating and terrifying, but you focus on his face, fearful that if you let your mind wander you might end up a sobbing mess.

“And you would like me to make it…better?”

You nod subtly, a quick jerky movement that Joel would’ve missed had he not been paying apt attention to you.

You had potential. He could see it in your expression, pliable—teachable. It was the perfect concoction.

“That’s a mighty big ask, sweetheart.” Joel counters, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Please…please, I don’t know what else to do—”

Joel shushes you comfortingly, one of the hands holding your cheek slowly moves to the back of your head, cradling it.

“Well, I could kill your daddy,” Joel offers, “but…really, that’s no fun.”

You stay silent. The idea wasn’t totally deranged, as much as you hated your father. But, you can feel Joel on the precipice of another offer, something you fear you won’t be able to resist.

“Or, you come with me.” Joel offers, a malicious grin growing across his face, “And I can make that pathetic little life so much better.”

Your eyes search his face frantically for any signs of deceit, but they show nothing but the truth.

He wants you. He wants to have you, tuck you under his metaphorical wings and make you one of his own—and you find yourself nodding before you allow your thoughts to wander or doubt to seep in.

“I—I will, please.” You beg, “Just—how does this…work?”

Oh, you poor thing.

“Well—”

“Just a kiss, right?” You wander curiously, hands fisting into the lapels of his suit—the gaudy uniform he was forced to wear when he was on earth, quite a shame.

His pointer finger traces the delicate lines of your face, his thumb rubbing against the tip of your nose, down the cupid’s bow of your lip, before pulling gently at your bottom lip, the plump flesh snapping back into its previous position.

“Not…exactly.” He responds, “This deal requires more. A solid connection.”

“So…” The words linger in the air like a suffocating blanket of mystery.

“Have you ever been fucked before?” Joel asks bluntly, your eyes widening in response.

“Um—” You hesitate briefly, “Not…no, not really.”

Well. That was a first.

“Not really?” Joel questions your wording, silently asking you to elaborate.

It was his own curiosity getting the better of him.

“Just..some touching.” You offer blandly, “Over—over the clothes, you know?”

Yeah. Of course.

You were talking about your sexual inexperience to a demon who had half the mind to claim you where you stood, but here he was, curious. He couldn’t explain the intrigue he had for you, but the moment he set eyes on you, he’d had plans.

Joel offers a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, your eyes closing briefly as he moves in.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Joel reassures, “When I’m finished, you won’t feel so clueless.”

And with a deft snap of his fingers, you’re plunged into darkness.

You’re thankful Joel is there to catch you, knees buckling as you transverse through the planes of existence—it’s the only thing you can assume as your surroundings change in an instant.

You weren’t in the middle of nowhere Texas anymore, rather a room filled with dark, leather furniture and amenities you were almost positive Joel had no use for. No chains or torture devices like you might’ve assumed. Just a low light room that could’ve doubled as an open-floor apartment.

This must be where deals are sealed, eyeing the litany of different surfaces Joel would probably plan to consume you over, suddenly feeling completely out of your mind for taking his offer.

He senses your panic, his touch an odd comfort as he whispers, “Don’t worry, you have some leverage here.”

Even if he was lying, you relaxed slightly.

“This deal is…different.” The word feels like a ruse, but he can't find another way to explain.

“It’s not just your soul, but all of it.” He runs a hand down your face, chest, stopping at the swell of your breasts before continuing his way down, calloused fingers playing with the hem of your suddenly pristine, white dress.

No dirt or grime found, it was like the old dress had been snatched away and replaced with a new one.

“You stay here, with me.” Joel explains. “You work for me, with me.”

You stay silent, listening to his offer.

“And you will be mine.”

There it was.

“So…a partnership?” You surmise, feeling his wandering fingertips splay along your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his hands.

“Mmm,” He hums thoughtfully, “more like a mentorship.”

You nod, quickly understanding.

“There’s so much I can teach you,” Joel explains, “That I will teach you.”

His hand gropes your ass suddenly, pulling a gasp from your chest. His nostrils flare at your reaction, teeth bared under his sullen expression.

“Are you ready to offer yourself over to me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah—yes.” You reply, strengthening your resolve and answer clearly.

Joel smirks devilishly—which, in retrospect, yeah. It makes sense. But, there’s a true evil behind his eyes that you’ve yet to witness and had your insides stirring with intrigue.

Unlike most, he was planning to take his time with you.

You expect things to progress with intensity, but they don’t.

Joel graciously guides you toward the couch in the room, taking a seat in the middle before guiding your legs over his lap, allowing you to take a proper seat and relax, his hands exploring exposed skin, fingertips rubbing at the thin strap of your dress snug against your shoulder and drags it down slowly, tracing his fingers along the line of your shoulder.

“Can I…ask you something?” You hesitate to speak, eyes closed as you tilt your head to the side, feeling his finger tips dig into your skin as his hand wraps around the side of your neck, his other hand busy discovering what lies beneath, performing a similar action with the strap until your dress falls to your waist, exposing your breasts.

He runs a careful fingering over your nipple, the bud hardening underneath his touch, before his eyes, and he thinks it may be the most heavenly thing he’s witnessed so far, given his course of work.

“Go on.” He responds, distracted, leaning forward to latch his mouth to your clavicle, the wet heat of his tongue pressed deliciously against your skin.

“Is this—is this you?” You ask innocently, allowing yourself a bold touch to his face, delicate fingers follow the angular parts of his face until you find your hands seeking the softness of his curls, moaning softly as his mouth ravishes your skin and bites hungrily, but playfully. “Is this your…natural form?”

Curiosity was natural. And it wasn’t the first time he’s been asked if the skin he wears is his own.

The answer is fairly simple.

“No,” He responds, “but, I prefer this. It’s much more—appealing than the other. More approachable.”

“O-Oh,” You sigh, his hands disregarding your breasts to squeeze at your waist, dragging your hips forward to feel his hardening cock underneath you, confined to his slacks but very persistent. If your soul wasn’t already gone, it definitely left your body then, “um…another question?”

Joel chuckles, toothy smile shining up at you as he watches your eyes dilate with pleasure, knowing you were enjoying this. He nods again.

“The, uh, guy—how do you—”

“Are you wondering how I came to acquire this skin?” He finishes for you.

You nod slightly, hearing the faintness of his zipper as he lifts you slightly, enough to shift his slacks down his hips to relieve some of the pressure.

“I’m really not supposed to talk about deals,” Joel drones on, but he knows he’s going to tell you anyways, “but—he was a desperate man, begging me to bring his young daughter back to life. Unfortunately, the boss has a strict policy on resurrections,” He explains, like it’s all merely a simple transaction, though to him it was, “so, he begged me to kill him instead.”

“And you did?”

Joel nods, the distinct rip of fabric as he splits your dress in half and discards it, leaving you naked aside from the thin fabric of underwear that held snug on your hips.

“Sort of. Didn’t seem fair that he went to waste,” He shrugs, “and while he doesn’t occupy this body anymore and I didn’t take his soul, I do occupy the vessel for as long as I please or until I find something better.”

Though, he’s grown fond of this disguise. Taking on his likeness and name, it made deals far more easier when people were willing to approach him. His quota are up, he was rising in the ranks, it was all looking up for him.

Normally, you’d feel the urge to hide yourself away, terrified at being gawked at so openly, but there’s a hunger behind Joel’s gaze that feeds your ego and desire, unadulterated lust behind his eyelids.

“You sucked a cock before?” He asks crudely, but then he’s tipping your chin up, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, and you can’t offer anything but the truth.

If you had lied he would’ve known in a second.

You shake your head, allowing the slow slide of his thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, pulling your face forward with the leverage and your lips close around the digit instinctively.

“Sweetheart, have you even seen one before?”

There’s a lingering silence that confirms his suspicions.

“Get on your knees,” He offers, spreading his legs until he can pull his slacks off entirely, removing his jacket haphazardly, leaving him in a crisp white button up, tie still secured tightly around his neck—“Go on.”

You found yourself staring, moving obediently as he guides you to the floor, lips hung open slightly as you can feel your tastebuds yearning for a taste of him. It’s mouth-watering, really.

His arms are spread over the back of the couch and he’s waiting, looking at you expectantly.

“Gotta lot to teach you, honey,” He tells you, “better if you learn with a hands on approach—go on and take a peek.”

You shift on wobbly knees, pulling at the waistband of his underwear—it is far from anything you’ve imagined or expected, full in girth and weight as his cock bobs heavily against his stomach, a small string of precum staining his shirt in the process. You can’t help the way your lips part, almost imagining the stretch as you’d force it to fit in your mouth.

God, would it even fit?

And the thought of it inside of you—terrifying, but still exhilarating.

You’re doing the mental math in your head, tilting your head curiously as your brow scrunches in thought. Eight, bordering on nine inches and all thick and uncut, and well-trimmed at the base. But, the part that makes you bite your lip hard enough you can taste blood is the way he rolls his balls tenderly in his palm, almost as mouth-watering to you as the sight of his cock.

Joel knows fascination when he sees it, unrestrained and every so curious.

He’s never encountered a virgin before, not like you. He’s dealt with inexperienced, bad etiquette, but never someone so hopelessly clueless. And yet, still so willing to learn.

You were sent to him, he thinks. Rather than he to you. There was no other way this would end.

You were his now, even without knowing.

And truthfully, that was fine with you.

Joel grins lazily, the hands fondling his balls slowly moving to his shaft, wrapping around his own girth and down his shaft in a motion that has your eyes drawing to the pink, weeping head.

“Give me your hand.” Joel instructs, extending his free hand to you and encircling his fingers around your wrist to replace his own grip, nothing in comparison to what his large hands could cover.

Testingly, you copy his motions as you squeeze your grip around his cock and mimic a slow up and down motion on his shaft, watching as the foreskin swallows the tip and then pulling back as you feel bold, pressing your tongue against the slit and lapping up the heady taste of him.

It shouldn’t feel like this. This was sinful.

“Hey, hey,” He coos, voice softening as he leans in, hand wrapping around the front of your neck and pushing you back slightly, “don’t get ahead of yourself there, darlin’.”

“I thought—”

His thumb pulls at your bottom lip, saliva spreading against the fleshy tissue and he chuckles.

“You want a taste?” He asks, earning a confirming nod from you. “Open your mouth.”

And rather than allowing you his cock, he gathers a small amount of saliva in his mouth and squeezes your own mouth open by your cheeks, spitting directly into your waiting mouth, eyes widening in disbelief.

You were missing out on. So. Fucking. Much.

“Close and swallow,” He tells you, waiting until you listen, which doesn’t take much push on his part, noticing how obedient you were from the moment he approached you, “already listenin’ so well, sweetheart.”

He releases the tight hold on your face and slumps back into his previous position, cock held firmly in his hands as he taps them against your slack lips, nose flaring slightly as your tongue slips out, lapping at the tip gently. Swirling around the head carefully as you spread your lips, letting him feed his cock slowly into your mouth, slow enough to allow you time to adjust. Gain your bearings.

He’s being gentle, for now—he wants to push your limits. You can feel it, the way he’s restraining himself as his free hand squeezes the cushion beneath him, blunt nails scratching the fabric.

Suddenly, you remember you have hands, feeling them lay numb and useless at your side you quickly gain your bearings and replace his hand with a soft shove and he can see your confidence grow with every solid inch you take. The soft, velvetiness of his dick so welcoming in your mouth, nudging at the back of your throat as you breath sharply pushing until it strings, eyes watering. You pull back with a soft gasp, Joel’s eyes following your movement, drawn to you with an inability to look away, and the faint string of spit that connects your lips to his head still is enough to have him cumming right there, if he wanted.

But, he wanted to savor this. To devour and take.

He gives you a subtle nod of encouragement as you return your lips to his shaft, dragging a long line from root to tip with your tongue before swirling around the tip gently and forcing him into your mouth in one go and out, again. Again. Again. Until your jaw aches with a pain that is welcomed and he seems to take notice—a solid hand cradling your jaw as he rubs at the sore spot with a gentle touch, so juxtaposed to the man he should be.

The man he was. He was holding back, for your sake.

“Can’t believe you’ve never sucked cock before,” He drones on, chin tilted down as he looked upon you, wide eyes staring back, “you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

You shake your head honestly, mouth still stuck firmly around him as you bow your head slowly, letting him guide you further down again, stopping only when you feel the urge to gag to then trail your tongue down his sack, the heaviness of his balls weighing against your tongue, allowing the process to repeat several times until he’s satisfied, a sharp hiss through his teeth as he pulls you off roughly, hand fisting into your hair.

‘C’mere,” He mumbles, guiding you a little too harshly into his lap, groaning at the sting as he pulls you taught, lips pressing together in a messy, tireless exchange. You couldn’t even call it a kiss, just tongue and teeth and heated noises as you explore each other curiously, noting how intoxicating it felt to kiss him—the hint that maybe there was something about him that casted a spell on you, not just his charming looks and personality. It’s almost impossible to believe you were minutes away from sharing a bed with the one thing your father used to tell you to fear for your life.

And here you were, ready to toss your soul over for a fix to your life.

But, if Joel was willing to catch you, there was nothing that would stop you.

Joel guides you to the bed with a practiced precision, letting you fall gently as he loosens his tie, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, sharp movements, shrugging it down his shoulders—alas, allow you an unobscured view of beautiful, tan skin and imperfections. A reminder that this body was once human, that it had lived. You rise slightly, pressing up on your palms as you reach out a hesitant hand to press against his chest, the soft scratch of your nails against his stomach causing him to tense slightly, catching your wrist tightly, stalling your movements.

“Now, I could be nice about this,” Joel begins, “prep you right and let you come around my fingers first,” You perk up slightly, struggling against his hold as you felt the need to disobey, to touch him just once more, “that what you want?”

You nod hesitantly, earning an inquisitive look from Joel.

“Sweetheart, tell me you’ve touched yourself before?”

He’d snap if you said no—it might actually break him.

“Of course.” You reply quickly, offering a fiendish smirk.

He laughs lowly at your unabashed honesty, releasing your wrist to trade for a finger under your chin, tilting your chin up slightly.

“Show me.” He purrs, “Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

His hands follow the slope of your legs as you lean back against the plush pillows, helping the spread of your thighs with the back of his hand, taking in the sight of you with fresh eyes, in all your untouched glory. Cunt glistening with a need that has been growing and growing since he first touched you, folds dripping with a slick wetness as you spread your fingers down your core and applying a gentle pressure to your clit that was welcoming, safe. It was a feeling you were familiar with.

But, Joel doesn’t want that.

He allows a few minutes, uninterrupted, selfishly admiring the sight of you. Head thrown back, fingers working away tirelessly as they traded between dipping inside of you for that yearned feeling of pressure, to be filled, before sliding back up to your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were panting, threateningly his name hung at the back of your throat, unable to find the courage to look at him this deep in your own seek of pleasure and release.

His fingers trace but never stray to close, they stretch your limits by edging the seams of your thighs but never to the point where it breaks your concentration, but somewhere between the almost sigh of his name and his quick ascent onto the mattress as it dips slightly, his fingers are replacing your own with a deep, thankful moan.

“Joel,” You finally sigh, “oh—that’s—”

“Better?”

“So much,” You whine, “So much bigger, fuck—”

“Dirty,” He clicks his tongue, “kiss all the boys around town with that mouth?”

“Maybe,” You shrug innocently, “but—fuck—never let them fuck me, Joel.”

Joel nods knowingly as one finger becomes two, sensitive hole fluttering around his fingers and squeezing, greedy. He knows it is going to be a tight fit, difficult, but not impossible. You rest your full weight into the bed, giving up the attempt to stay upright and fight for some leverage here—it was useless with his fingers inside of you, working you over like he’s known your body for years, every touch overlapping the next and driving you mad, feeling your body shake as you neared the edge, ready to jump off and into his arms, knowing he would catch you.

But, he wasn’t going to allow that.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

He can sense it before you do, so in tune with your body. He grips your thighs suddenly, settling them over his hips as he leaned on his calves, pressing the head of his cock near your entrance teasingly, watching as you tensed around nothing, void of his fingers too.

“Can’t waste the opportunity of your first time without my cock being stuffed inside you when you come,” There’s another gentle, teasing press as he slots himself more securely against your body, face cradled in his free hand as he rubs the apple of your cheek tenderly, “right?”

You nod, leaning into his touch as he pushes inside in one slow, persistent push of his hips, feeling your body shake underneath his touch, cunt already squeezing him needly, greedily pulling him in and begging for more. More. More.

He grunts softly when he’s fully sheathed inside you, settling his hands in the dips of your waist, thumbs pressed against your stomach as he pulls out to the tip, allowing another slow drag of his hips, mostly for show.

He’s being kind. Too nice. And you don’t need that right now.

Joel laughs louder than you’re expecting, startled as he tosses his head back, picking up his pace slightly as he pistons his hips in a sharper, pointed roll. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Deeper and deeper each time.

God, was he reading your fucking mind?

“You humans are a curious species,” He comments, “So greedy, so hateful, but there are—huh, special little beings like you.” The veins in his neck bulge as he switches positions suddenly, leaving you half folded under his willful, pliable hands, his arms barricading you in as the pace was nearing unbearable, just teetering on the edge. You yelped at the sudden change, quickly dissolving into a litany of moans as he could see the switch in your expression as he hit that special, spongy spot inside of you. “So fucking perfect.”

A glorious thing the human body was, indeed.

“Think—think I might just have to ask my boss for a decade off,” He jokes half-heartedly, and given the context you could laugh, but you’re only slightly sure he’s joking, “keeping this pretty little pussy all to myself and fuck you until you don’t remember a damn thing.”

You don’t have words, sounds—not even a thought. The press of his cock at your cervix almost mind-numbing as you clawed at his skin, flawed but indestructible when he occupied it.

“Not even that sweet name of yours,” He whispers it delicately in your ear, realizing that you had never properly introduced yourself but somehow he knew, “you were made for me, you know?”

Like a prophecy, destined to be fulfilled.

“Any path,” He stops briefly, voice shaky as he feels himself nearing his own end, “it would’ve led to this, sweetheart. To me.”

There’s a soft switch of something over your head, his face contorting slightly in pain as you watch through hazy, half-lidded eyes, before he’s bringing his bloody palm to your mouth.

“Wo-Woah, what—” You panic, the crimson liquid dripping down his palm slowly.

“Shhh, shhh,” He soothes, “Trust me.”

He knows you’ll take his word for it, already nodding with a surety as he raises his hand to your mouth, but he continues to talk, allowing you the reassuring words you crave.

“This bonds you to me,” He explains, “Seals the deal—no more shitty life, no more weak, poor soul to keep you tied there,” You feel the hot rush of liquid as it pours into your mouth, like a surge of power as it seeps into your tastebuds, like the strongest drug known to mankind as it filtered through your body, made you felt as if you could do anything, “it’s you—just me and you now.”

His eyes roll back as you suction your lips around the inside of his palm, moaning out a deep and strangled, “Fuuuuck—”

You’re greedy with the blood, fingers digging into his forearm as you drank hungrily, face messy with the thick liquid when he finally pulls away, leaving you in a state of dissociated euphoria.

Floating.

You feel the entire room fade, shifting behind him as he does the same to your own palm, a quicker and precise knick as he trades a small amount in favor of the copious amount you took from him, selfishly.

It was intimate, too intimate. An intensity behind his eyes as they flashed a sudden shade of black as he consumed you, before quickly shifting back to their normal state, warm pools of dark honey, darkened with desire. He notices you staring at him, wandering eyes.

“Do I scare you?” He asks lowly, melting with your soft, pathetic whines.

“Nonono,” You mumble weakly, squeezing desperately around his cock, “never.”

He rests his forehead against your own, a few gentle rocks of his hips and it’s forcing you both over the precipice with little effort, guttural gasps into stale air, face mushed together as you clung to one another and panted, feeling the warmth flood between your legs as he came with a strong, forceful snap of his hips.

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, “that was—”

The room is still spinning, your mind running on a high.

“Your blood—I think it’s—”

You can’t get the words out, his cock slipping out of you gently as he shifts, falling on the bed beside you. He grabs your wrist carefully, dragging slow fingertips up your arm, each touch like an electrical current against your skin.

“Powerful shit, isn’t it?” He chuckles softly.

You nod deftly, turning to look at him.

He looks so…normal. Like, had you met the real Joel back home, this was him.

Maybe it still was, you could never truly know.

“What…what happens now?” You ask hesitantly, “Am I—am I dead?”

Joel comforts you with a soft touch, fingers brushing your cheek as he turns you, pulls you into his chest as he follows suit and cuddles against you, still exploring your body with wandering touches, feeling every nerve-ending breathe a new life into your body.

So, not dead? You definitely didn’t feel like it.

“No,” Joel assures you, “‘Least, not really. Soulless, yes. But, your mind is still there.”

“O—okay.” You still weren’t sure what that meant.

“Memories will fade overtime,” Joel continues, “But here—with me, you’ll have leverage. Power.”

Joel traces his fingers along your chin and brings your eyes to his, “You’ll learn, I promise.” He assures, “Just a little bit of patience.”

You nod understandingly, leaning into the comforting touch he provides.

“But, in the meantime,” Joel’s eyes trace the length of your body, “there’s a lot more I can teach you, sweetheart. If you’re willing to learn.”

Luckily, you were more than willing. A wicked grin stretching across your face, and he knows then that he made the perfect choice, fate or not. This was forever.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x fem!reader #my writing #second times a charm

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wzrd-wheezes · 7 months

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Sharing - Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - this was supposed to just be a Sirius smut but then my finger slipped and it turned into a threesome. This is filthy so read at your own risk. I’ll list the warnings below and as always, minors dni. (also i literally didn’t proof read this because tbh i couldn’t be arsed so sorry x)

contains: kind toxic!sirius/ fuckboy!sirius. friends with benefits, so much sex, oral and anal lol. dirty talk, degradation, dumbification kinda, choking and just general filth. read at ur own risk <3

Sirius let himself into Y/N’s flat, as he often did. It was a wonder that he didn’t have the spare key given the fact that he came over nearly every night. He walked into the living room confidently, the room instantly filling with the scent of his aftershave. Y/N was lounging on the sofa, curled up in the corner with a book clutched in her hand. She barely looked up when he came in, he only got her attention when he was stood right in front of her.

He was tall, he towered over Y/N by at least a foot and was broad in the shoulders, his black hair falling in waves just below his chin. His eyes were dark, rimmed with thick dark lashes that stared down at Y/N. Even though she wasn’t his girlfriend, he treated her with a possessive air that bordered on territorial, constantly flirting and placing a possessive hand on her back or hip whenever he could manage in.

“We meet again.” He finally spoke, his voice like a siren song. Y/N felt her heart rate speed up, her ears burning from the heat rising in her body, “What are you reading? Is it any good?” he asked, cocky smirk playing on his lips as his eyes flitted down her body, settling on the book in her hand.

“Yeah it is actually,” Y/N finally looked up at him properly and quickly flashed him the cover of her book, “Remus lent it to me.”

“Oh, he did, did he?” Sirius chuckled, sitting next to her on the sofa and resting on of his hands on her hip. His lips curled up into a mocking smile as he looked down at her, still taller than her even sitting down. Despite his smile, his eyes had a serious glint, “How is Remus, anyways?”

“He’s fine.” Y/N looked back down at her book, “He’s your best friend, you should know.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, haven’t you?” Sirius asked, ignoring her last comment. His hand wandered upward, settling on her side above her hip. There’s a look in his eyes that makes her insides tighten and her whole body stiffens up in response.

“We’re friends.”

“Are you sure that’s all that you are?” His eyes travelled down her body, his smirk never leaving his face, “Because I think that there is... something else between you.” He paused, his gaze drifting back up to meet her own. The look in his eyes made her breath hitch.

“There’s not.” Y/N sighed, used to having been through this before, “I’m not sure why you’d be bothered if there was.” She closed her book and reached over to place it on the coffee table. Sirius’s hand never left her waist the whole time.

“I’m not bothered at all.” he said smoothly, “I’m just curious.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she knew instantly that it was a lie. She’d seen his competitive side many times before and was used to the way that he would get incredibly possessive over her.

“I think you’re lying, love.” his hand creeped up to cup her cheek, his thumb softly brushing over her skin, “I know you’ve been spending more time with him, and I know that you’re not just going over to swap books like you tell everyone.” he continued, his voice husky.

“So, what?” Y/N turned to face him properly, “I’m not your girlfriend?”

“You know that I don’t want to share.”

“That’s hilarious,” she scoffed, “I know full well that you’re also sleeping with other people.”

“I can see and sleep with other girls.” he replied, his expression unchanging, “It’s not like we’re exclusive. I just don’t like it when you do it.”

He pulled her closer to him, his body pressing against hers. His fingers searched for the bottom of her shirt tugging at it slightly to expose some of her midriff and trailed his fingers down her bare skin. He pulled her so she was entangled in his arms, her head leaning against his chest.

“Did you sleep with Remus?” he pressed. Y/N didn’t reply and Sirius just cocked an eyebrow at her, “I knew you had something going on. I’m not stupid and I don’t miss anything. I always know when you’re trying to hide something from me.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it. Just didn’t think you’d appreciate me telling you that I was sleeping with your best mate.”

“Oh, I already knew.” Sirius smirked, “He told me the other day, I just wanted to hear you admit it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. He was so infuriating sometimes. He had this air about him that just seemed to get him whatever he wanted. He was like a spoiled child that wasn’t used to not getting his own way or being told no.

“Was it good?” he asked, his voice low. He reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair.

The girl just nodded in response, not really knowing how to reply properly. She avoided his eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that he was making her flustered. Sirius’s fingered tightened in her hair, pulling her head back so he could look at her.

“Tell me about it.” he breathed, bending down towards her, “Did you like how he touched you? How he kissed you?” His voice was dark and hoarse, and she could sense the jealous and possessiveness rolling off of him.”

“I never thought I’d see the day where Sirius Black gets jealous.” Y/N laughed, trying to take control of the situation.

“I’m always jealous.” his voice was softer now, “Jealous of the things and the people that you give your attention to. I always want to be the only one that you have eyes for. That’s how it should be. His face was so close now that their noses were almost touching. He drew her close to him, his hands sneaking up her shirt and running down her bare back. He trailed his lips across her cheek and the soft whisper of his breath made her shiver.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.” he chuckled, “You love my touch, my attention... and I bet you loved Remus touching you as well.”

“Shut up.”

“Is this making you a bit uncomfortable?” The grin on his face widened and his eyebrows raised. He leaned closer again, his lips brushing against her ear, “You loved it, didn’t you? You like when Remus touched you... touched you where only I’m allowed.”

“Tell me... did you like it?” His breath caught for a moment, the note of possessiveness back in his voice, “Did you like his hands on your skin, his lips on yours?”

“Yes! Fine! Yes, I liked it!” Y/N exclaimed, defeated by his relentless questioning.

“Do you want it to happen again?” he whispered, “Would you allow it, if he was here right now?”

“What? Here with you as well?”

“Perhaps,” he said, smiling again, “I could allow it. Would you like that, love?” His head dipped down and he caught her lips with his own, pulling her lower lip into his mouth with his teeth.

“Answer me.” he pulled away from her, “Would you like me and Remus?”

“Y-yeah...”

Sirius’s eyes flicked for a brief moment and the look of sheer elation on his face was almost comical. He crashed his lips against hers once again, this time the kiss was harsh and messy. His tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth and clashing against hers.

“Are you sure you can handle the two of us, darling?” he leaned back and his face twisted into a cocky grin, “That’s a lot to handle, you know.” his hand slid from her side to the back of her neck, bringing her close to him once more. With his other hand, he traced the fabric of her shirt, the tip of his finger just lightly brushing the skin of her stomach.

“I want to. I’m sure.”

“Oh, I know you want to.” he grinned, “So when should he come? Should I call him right now?”

“Y-yeah. Call him now.”

“You’re quite eager, aren’t you? You want him that bad already?” his eyes flickered down her neck, “Makes me wonder what else you’d be willing to do with a little motivation.”

Sirius grinned at her, his eyes glittering as he watched her respond. Y/N’s heart was hammering in her chest, her mind whirling from all the possibilities and thoughts racing through it. The dark-haired boy left the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him. Y/N could hear him murmuring as he spoke, presumably on the phone to Remus.

The door swung open and Sirius strutted back into the room, grin once again plastered on his face. This time, however, he didn’t sit back down on the sofa next to Y/N. Instead, opting to lean against the door frame, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

“He’s on his way.” he announced, “How about we go to your room and get started? I’ll leave the front door unlocked for him, yeah?”

Y/N nodded and quickly got up, following him into her bedroom. Within seconds, Sirius had her pushed on the bed, sprawled out across the sheets. He climbed on top of her, all but pinning her down beneath him. Hot, messy kisses were pressed against her throat, Sirius’s fingers tangling in her hair.

Y/N jumped as she felt another presence next to her, the bed dipping down slightly as someone else climbed onto it. Another set of fingers weaved into her hair, pulling her head back from where Sirius was kissing her.

“Thought you said you were going to wait f’me?” Remus asked, his voice gruff.

“Couldn’t help myself. You understand, right?” Sirus smirked. Remus grinned back at him.

“You’re sure about this, yeah?” Remus asked, pulling Y/N up so she was sitting in front of them both.

“I’m sure.”

“Good girl.” Remus said, his voice low, “Are you ready for the two of us to ruin you?”

Remus captured her mouth with his, his hand trailing down her side, her stomach tightening at his touch. His lips were warm and soft, but firm, and he wasn’t gentle as he pushed her back down onto the bed.

Sirius moved so that he was sat behind Y/N, her fitting perfectly into the space between his legs, her back resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and ducked his head down so he could whisper in her ear.

“Are you going to let him touch you?” he murmured, his eyes flicking to Remus who was making short work of undoing her trousers and shuffling them down her legs, “You going to let him do whatever her wants? Going to let him ruin you?”

“I thought you didn’t like to share?” Y/N said, her voice breathless but still somehow managing to tease him.

“I can make an exception for this,” he shrugged, “And the answer is yes. You’re going to let him do whatever he wants. You’re going to let him touch you anywhere, everywhere. Do you understand?”

Y/N barely got chance to reply as Sirius’s ring clad fingers wrapped around her throat, applying pressure to the sides. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly. A moan slipped out of her mouth as Remus buried his head between her thighs. Y/N’s body arched against Sirius’s as Remus’s tongue darted across her clit. He looked up at her, his chin glistening with her wetness.

“She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” Remus said, his hands gently playing over her body.

“Mhm, the best.”

Sirius moved so that she was now laying flat on the bed with him kneeling next to her head. He unzipped his trousers, pulling out his member. He pumped it a few times before lifting her head up to meet it. The tip of it bumped against her lips and she quickly opened her mouth to take him inside. Sirius let out a low groan as her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling across the head of his dick.

“Looks so pretty with a cock in her mouth, too.” he said, affectionately stroking her hair as he thrust into her. He laughed when she gagged, one of his thrusts being slightly deeper than she was used to, “What? Too big for you, love?”

Remus chuckled, shuffling up the bed and kneeling the other side of Y/N. Like Sirius, he also removed his trousers, his cock now bobbing in front of her face. Remus’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as she switched between him and Sirius, sucking on each of their dicks for a few moments before swapping to the other one. Whoevers dick wasn’t currently in her mouth was being stroke by her spare hand, not wanting to leave one of the unattended. The room was filled with filthy groan and grunts for the two men as they had their way with her. It was only when Sirius got fed up that they decided to switch positions.

“Can’t wait any longer.” he grunted, “Wanna fuck that arse of yours.”

Y/N was on all fours, Remus positioned underneath her and Sirius knelt behind her, his cock brushing against the globes of her arse as they got into position. Remus pulled her down to kiss him, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Remus rubbed his cock up and down her folds a few times, coating himself in her wetness before finally plunging inside her. Y/N let out a loud moan as she stretched out around him. He gave her a few moments to adjust before starting to move.

They had just found their rhythm when Y/N felt Sirius smear lube over her rare entrance. He gently pushed a finger inside of her, stretching her out so that she was ready for him.

“We’ve done this before, love, yeah? Just like last time.” His voice was much softer now, and he pressed kisses against her shoulders as he slowly started sliding inside of her, “If it hurts too much tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

“It’s fine. Feels good.” Y/N managed to get out.

“You like being filled up by two cocks, don’t you?” Remus smirked, his hands resting on her hips, guiding her to bounce on both of their dicks, “Such an eager little slut.”

“Filthy girl, aren’t you?” Sirius teased, “One of us just wasn’t enough for you, eh? Had to have us both?”

Y/N nodded frantically, too lost in the pleasure of it all to form a verbal response. Her teeth dug into Remus’s collarbone as she bit down to stifle the moans that were threatening to tumble from her lips.

“Don’t hide those pretty noises. We want to hear how dirty you sound, don’t we, Sirius?”

“Of course. Tell us how much you love being ruined by us.” he grumbled, “Or have we fucked you too dumb to speak?” The two men increased the pace of their thrusts, chuckling as Y/N tried to form coherent sentences to answer them.

“Feels so good.” Y/N gasped, “L-love being ruined by you both.”

“Clever girl.” Remus praised her, “But clearly we aren’t fucking you hard enough if you can still talk.”

Remus and Sirius both looked at each other, seeming to telepathically create some form of plan. Their thrusts became relentless, plunging deep inside her simultaneously, barely giving her chance to breath. Sirius’s hands wandered up to grip her throat again, pulling her back so he could get a better look at her face.

“I want to be the one that gets to see that pretty face as you cum around us.” His teeth grazed against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and causing her to groan. Y/N just nodded frantically in response, her holes clenching around them both. Remus’s hands were still planted on her waist, guiding her up and down on his cock and Sirius slammed into the back on her. Her eyes began to roll back as she climbed the peak, her body growing weak and relying on them to hold her upright.

“Gonna cum inside of you at the same time, yeah”? Sirius groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Gonna fill up those holes of yours.” Remus continued.

“Fuck.” Y/N moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her breath quickened and she panted as they both continued to pound into her, chasing their own highs.

Strangled moans came from both men as they reached their peaks, their thrusts eventually slowing down. Sirius collapsed down on the bed, slipping out of her. The girl laid between them both, all three of them in a panting pile on the bed.

“Y’know what, I don’t think sharing is so bad after all.” Sirius laughed.

#remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #remus x sirius x reader #remus x sirius x reader smut #sirius x remus x reader smut #marauders smut

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kiwanopie · 2 years

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cw: mdni dubcon. drunk sex. reluctant but willing reader. praise. filth. honestly don’t even read this.

the only alternative to opening my docs when horny is doing half a backflip and landing on my neck

When you open the door, he’s standing there propped on his elbow. Feet barely crossed in front of each other as he makes an attempt at posing as desirably as possible, and looking like a complete drunken fool in the process.

You raise a curious eyebrow.

“Hi.”

“Midoriya?”

“Helloo!” He greets again, and it’s tailed by a giggle as he moves forward.

“What’s-“

His arms are heavy and all surrounding as he pulls you into a hug, you nearly stumble back from how much weight he’s putting on you. Barely able to hold himself up correctly, and already dipping his head into the crook of your neck - you shiver as your friend takes in a few good whiffs of you.

Midoriya groans quietly. “Y’smell so good.”

“You smell like a distillery.” You rub his back. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Oh my god, s’much.” He giggles. And then he presses in more, kicking the door closed behind him. “Les’ have a sleepover. I’m so tired.”

He punctuates that by nearly laying all of his weight on you, giggling again when you grunt from the stress and try with all the strength you can muster to drag him to the bed.

You blow out a sigh as he bounces on your mattress from where you’ve all but thrown him, feet hanging precariously close to the floor as he stretches his arms and nuzzles into your blanket.

“How’d you even get up here like that?” You breathe.

“I took the elevator.”

You sigh again.

“If you’re gonna sleep in my bed, you can’t sleep in your regular clothes.” You turn your head to search through your drawers. “I don’t want my bed to smell like alcohol.”

Midoriya snorts behind you. “Okie.” And it’s followed by the sound of shuffling.

You’re quick as you grab the oversized college hoodie from your dresser, turning around - though hesitating a bit when you find him laid out in nothing but his underwear behind you, boxers fitting comfortably over his muscled thighs and chiseled stomach.

You try not to stare as you throw him the hoodie. “Put this on, whore. And fix yourself, don’t just sleep on top of the covers.”

“S’ bossy..” He pouts but he does it anyway.

Your feet patter around the room as you start to get ready for bed again, grabbing your phone from where you left it in the bathroom and plugging it up on your bedside table.

You're lifting a leg onto the bed while absently tying your hair up when Midoriya pulls at your lower thigh.

“Hm?”

“Can you…?” He starts drunkenly. “Do s’mthing for me.”

“Mhm?”

He looks at you for a while, drawing circles in your thighs.

“Sit on my face.”

You pause.

“You’re too drunk.”

Midoriya smiles giddily. “So? Y’expect me to ask you when I’m sober? You’re too hot.”

“You’re like barely conscious right now, Midoriya.”

He looks up at you a little woundedly. “Y’don’t want to?”

You wait a few long beats before answering a little honestly. “I mean… yeah but-“

You wobble a little as he starts to pull you in his direction, manhandled until you’re nearly hovering over his face. “W-wait. Midoriya, but you’re way too drunk! I don’t wanna-“

“Take advantage a’ me?” He slurs as he slides his head between your thighs, and you smell heavenly. “Been wan’in to do this like forever.”

He nuzzles his nose into your inner thigh as he reaches up to clumsily pull your panties to the side, breaths heated as you struggle in his grasp but his grip is unmoving.

“N-no wait!” You fumble. But even as you protest his hot tongue is already digging between your folds. “F-fuck…. Midoriya..!”

Vibrations send electric little waves up the rest of your torso as he moans contentedly underneath you. Sloppily dragging his tongue back and forth from your clit to the quivering little hole feeding him so well, momentarily taking a moment to dip his tongue in and all but dig you out as you inadvertently hump against his face.

His hands are steely as he keeps his hold on your hips, sliding them lovingly up your torso as he coaxes you to ride his face.

“Ah,” And the way you whine has him moaning out again. “We-… We shouldn’t be doing this…!”

Midoriya presses you more into his face as he defiantly nods in disagreement. He says something too. Maybe a cross between “mhm!” or “yes, we should.” But he’s not too keen on ripping himself away to sound any clearer.

You mewl when one of his hands slide up your shirt to fondle with your breasts, roughly squeezing in handfuls as he thumbs at your pert nipple.

You start to push at his head. “Izuku! Fuck, Izuku…” He chases your clit even as his head presses further into the mattress. “God…. your tongue…”

He grunts, removes the hand groping your breast to stop you from pushing his head away and instead card through his air.

“m’gonna cum…!” You whine. “Fuck m’gonna cum….”

Midoriya nods. “S’okay,” He sounds drunker than ever, cheeks red and eyes glazed over. “Go ‘head, baby. Y’ can cum.”

You gasp airily before letting out a moan that nearly has him cumming in his boxers, desperately humping into his face as you finally cum with a cry of his name, and he groans as he devours it all.

You’re whining from over stimulation when he’s finally getting his last few slurps in, kissing the inside of your thighs before finally letting you roll over and letting out a sigh of content. “God, thank you.” He breathes. “You’re so fucking good.”

You silently catch your breath.

You’re half dozing off when you feel your panties being pulled down your legs.

“N-no, wait. Midoriya, wait-“

He pouts as he pulls himself out of his boxers and god are you not prepped enough for that. “What happened to ’Izuku?’” And his pupils all but dilate as he presses your shirt up your chest. “Call me Izuku again, it was so cute?”

You halfheartedly push him away as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Come on, wait!” You whimper. “You’re gonna regret this in the morning…!”

“Why would I regret this in the morning? ‘ve been wan’ing to do this since I met- fuuckkk!”

You gasp. You can feel him in your guts and he hasn’t even gotten the whole thing in yet. You’re all but sobbing from the pressure as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“s’tight!” He whines. “So fucking tight, princess. You’re milking me..!”

You dig your nails into his upper back as he lays his head in the crook of your neck and starts pistoning. He’s definitely rearranging your guts right now.

“s’too much, ‘zuku!” You mewl as he pants into your ear. “s’too deep! Fuck! You’re breaking me!”

“Mh yeah?” He lazes a few whiskey tinted kisses down your pulse point. “Ah- y’feel me in there? Feel me in your tummy?”

Midoriya lifts himself on one of his arms to press on your lower stomach and you all but convulse. “Look at how pretty this pussy is.” He lowers his hand till he’s rubbing attentive circles on your clit. “Takin’ me so well. Makin’ me feel so…ah… good!”

He’s lifting one of your legs and coaxing the other further when he lays his weight on you again, forcing his tongue in your mouth that still tastes like you.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He pulls back and admits. “Always wanted you to be mine. And now you’re-“ Midoriya grunts. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.”

You’re gonna squirt at this point. “You’re really suckin’ me in, huh? You want my cum?”

You whine.

Midoriya brings back his hips to push in a firm dragging thrust. “Good girls get what they ask for, baby.” He kisses the underside of your jaw. “Y’want it? You want my cum?”

“Ye- fuck!” You cry. “Yes! Yes!”

Midoriya groans. “Yeah y’do. Good fucking girl.”

Your back arches as his hips piston back and forth steadily into your core, creaming all over his cock as the way you pulsate around him has him clenching his teeth - and fucking into you even as you clench around his hot cum.

He whines as his thrusts finally shallow, slowing till he’s pressing as deep as he can and grinding his hips against yours, so desperately that the bed catches the current and the mattress wavers as he needily grinds himself in as deeply as he can.

It’s enough to have you creaming around him a second time, more managed seizing as your insides clench around him in the throws of your third orgasm and he cums again with a broken moan.

You can finally catch your breath when you reach up for him, carding your fingers in his hair before jolting a bit in his grasp as he rolls the both of you over.

You sigh. “Jesus, Izuku-“

Snore!

He’s asleep.

#sigh #is this who i am #is this who ive become #tw dubious consent #bnha x reader #bnha smut #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #mha smut #smut #this is just nasty #bnha izuku #izuku smut

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Craving

18+

Mob!Steve x f reader x Bodyguard!Bucky

Remember this filth - Just a Taste?

This is sort of a prequel but you can read this as a standalone as well. IDK why I felt the need to do this, y’all asked for a part 2 and instead I went a step back.

Warnings: SMUT F masturbation, fucking, dom freaky steve, breeding kink degrading, dirty talking, so much of it

More here:

Satisfied

Steve quietly padded up the stairs, stopping as soon as he reached the top, soft needy whimpers carrying down the hall. He smiled to himself, picturing his perfect angel spread out on their bed with her hands between her legs thinking about hi-

“Oh Bucky!”

Steve froze before opening the door, not making a sound, unsure if he heard correctly.

“Please-please J-James!”

Oh.

His cock twitched as he quietly went inside, pink lips curling into a smirk seeing you splayed out on top of the sheets, your head thrown back, chest heaving. You bit down on your finger to keep your voice down but it clearly did nothing. The tightness in Steve’s pants became unbearable, the sweet scent of your arousal filling the room. Your eyes shot open at the sound of his pants unzipping, your husband standing at the foot of your bed, his cock standing tall and proud, precum already beading at the tip. You pulled your hand away, squeaking, unable to meet Steve’s eyes, hearing a low growl emitting from his chest.

“How pretty, why’d you stop princess” He smirked, cocking his head to the side while your body felt like it was lit on fire, squeezing your thighs together, “Don’t stop just because I’m here baby, you sounded like you were close”

You whimpered while he crawled onto the bed, his heavy cock bobbing between his legs, his warm breath fanning against your face. He sat back on his heels, grabbing your knees and shoving them apart, groaning at the way your pussy glistened, the white creamy mess a clear indication of how long you had been playing with yourself.

“Did you get curious baby, was that it? Your little imagination running wild when daddy isn’t around?” He kept your legs apart, biting his lips while you nodded, something about getting caught making your more wet than before. “So tell me my love, tell me exactly what you were thinking of”

You were still in shock over the fact that your husband had walked in on you thinking about your bodyguard, a fantasy you tried to desperately keep a secret. Though Steve enjoyed your shy squirming, his cock ached, needing to know every single dirty thought you dreamed of.

“I said tell me, princess” His eyes bore into you while you continued to remain silent, struggling to form a coherent thought.

“I-I-um-DADDY” You squealed as Steve's palm met your throbbing cunt, slapping your pulsating clit, shaking his head.

“I said tell me sweets, I wanna know exactly what you dream about when you’re not thinking about your husband”

“About his cock” You whispered while Steve hummed, dragging his fingers through your folds, smearing around your slick.

“What about his cock princess, how do you think it’d look my pretty baby, describe what you imagine” He purposely avoided where you needed him most, drawling circles around your clit without actually touching it and teasing your entrance without pushing his fingers in.

“B-Big, thick” You swallowed thickly, peeking up at him through your lashes, trailing your gaze down to his nearly purple tip. You let out a whine when he teased you again, your hips raising up the chase more of his touch. “Pretty cock”

You just knew he’d have a perfect cock, a pink tip you’d suckle on, long and thick you’d gag and cry trying to fit all of him in your mouth. His balls would hang heavy, swinging and hitting your chin, tapping your clit, full of cum if he ever got a chance to shove it in-

“Aww, you’re so needy angel, you think his cock is pretty baby? Nice big fat pretty cock?”

“So pretty daddy” You threw your head back, moaning as Steve swiped across your clit, rubbing you before pulling his hand away again.

“You think he’d be bigger than me baby?” There was a growl in his voice, precum dribbling down his shaft, licking his fingers clean, throbbing at your taste.

“Not bigger than daddy” You shook your head, letting out a needy whimper as your husband started to toy with your clit again, his other hand coming down to stroke himself.

“Hmm, you love daddy’s huge cock, don’t you princess. You think my best friend has a thick fat cock? You wanna suck on his heavy balls sweets? Help him empty them, make his dick feel so good”

You couldn’t take it anymore, your hand flying to rub away at the ache that was screaming between your legs. Steve grinned, watching you lose yourself, furiously rubbing your bud at the thought of fucking Bucky. He gripped the base of his cock, tugging at his balls while your moans got louder, bringing yourself higher and higher.

“I wanna suck him, daddy!”

“Look at you, rubbing your little button, playing with yourself when daddy isn’t around, you lil button needed attention from my bestfriend? Is that it baby? You wanna suck my bestfriends cock? You wanna open that slutty little mouth and take him down your throat? Hear how he moans when he gets a taste of that silky tongue?”

“How are you gonna suck him princess, show me” Steve threw his clothes off before he sat against the headboard, beckoning for you to position yourself between his legs.

“Like this” You whispered as you laid in front of Steve to take his cock in your mouth, your ass in the air. You gagged and choked, letting his tip his the back of your throat, tears brimming your lash line. You moaned at the taste of his precum, rolling his balls in your hand while swirling your tongue around the head, making a mess all over his crotch.

“God, you filthy nasty slut, that’s it, show me how you’d suck his cock baby, show me how you’d make him feel good” Steve threw his head back, bringing his hand to push your head down, thrusting his hips up into your mouth. Your throat constricted, making him nearly whine, his full balls desperate to fill your mouth. “Fuck this, come here-”

He shoved you off, manhandling you till you were face down, ass up, his hand pressed on your back to keep you down. His cock prodded your entrance, letting out a dark chuckle when you wiggled your hips, begging for him to fuck you.

“Need it daddy, please!”

“You need me or need him baby, hm?”

“Both”

That did it. Steve shoved his cock into you without warning, setting in a brutal pace while you screamed with pleasure, his hips snapping against your ass. Your hands scrambled to hold onto something to keep from slipping from how hard your husband was fucking you, his moans and grunts making your cunt throb.

“Yeah baby? You gonna take his cock? You gonna make him cum? Get him fuckin’ whipped and needy for this perfect tight little cunt? S’what you did to daddy sweets, you got daddy so fucked up with your perfect pussy” Steve slammed into you, gripping your hair and pulling you back, holding you against his chest, panting against your ear. “I’ll give you what you want baby, let him have a taste, taste this fuckin’ heaven I get to have everyday”

“Daddy!! Daddy gonna-gonna cu-

“Do it, fucking do it now, cum thinking about his cock while I fuck you, cum with my fucking cock in your pussy baby, c’mon, give it to me, give it to us you little fuckin slut, cream all over daddy”

Steve started to play with your clit causing your orgasm to barrel towards you. You screamed, molten white pleasure consuming you, gripping Steve’s cock, desperate to milk him for every drop hes worth.

“Gonna make daddy cum baby, can’t believe you got me horny thinking about you taking another mans cock, fuck have you done to me baby?”

“My little slut is such a cock hungry whore, shoud’ve-fuck, I can’t hold it-should’ve known, huh? Such an innocent baby would be such a low key freaky whore. Can’t even control herself, masturbating and rubbing herself like a bitch in head in her husbands bed thinking about another man”

His pace grew sloppy, the bed shaking with how hard he was fucking you, unable to hold off much longer. You whined, your arms clinging onto him while he pounded into you like a fuckdoll.

“He’s gonna want more after he gets a taste, y’know that? Fuck you like that huh, can feel you milking my cock baby, you want him that bad? You want me to watch baby? I wanna see your pretty face when he ruins you, wanna see his cock slip in and out of this pussy. I’ll give you everything you want princess, daddy’s gonna give you everything you want, m’gonna cum in your pussy baby, fill it up nice and you’re gonna take it, God-I can’t-fuck-fuck-m’gonna cummm- FUUCKK” Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you, moaning loudly into the crook of your neck, his cum spilling out of you, down his balls and onto the sheets.

You moaned with him, limp in his arms while he rolled and grinded his hips deep into your cunt, making sure he filled you up all the way, his balls throbbing each time you clenched around him. He hissed as he pulled out, helping you to lie down on the silky sheets, grabbing a soft cloth to clean you up. He joined you in bed, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you to his chest, smirking at how ethereal and angelic you always looked after you got your brains fucked out.

“Just wait till he gets a taste” Steve murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead while you fell asleep. He was going to have so much fun.

After all, he’d heard his bestfriend moan for his wife when he thought he was alone.

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nice boys - b.h. x reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: overall filth. like, filthy. degradation, humiliation, use of belt as restraint, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it, friends!) face slapping, dacryphilia, overstimulation, denial, sir kink, let me know if there’s more!

“c’mon, can’t you be submissive one time?” you giggled, running your pointer finger down billy’s cheek. you were perched on his lap as he laid on his grungy bed, legs straight out behind you and torso leaned on the board. his hands were lazily planted on your hips, at that moment scooting you up his torso so you weren’t rubbing against his growing erection.

“over my dead body, sweetheart,” he spoke, grumbly in nature. “cut it out, it’s not funny.” he pinched the skin on your hip lightly, just to flag you to quit while you were ahead, still on his good side.

“m’not doing anything! i just wanna know!” you sat yourself up onto his hips, pressing your chest against his as you ran your palms down onto his biceps.

“know what?”

“why you won’t let me be in charge! i wanna try it.”

billy scoffed, cocked his head to the side with his eyebrows raised. curious.

“i’d treat you real good, billy,” you grinned, laying a hand on his cheek. “take care of you, make you feel good.”

your thumb walked back and forth on his jaw, slowly, testing your waters.

“don’t you wanna be a good boy? for me?”

you made sure to pout, look at him through your eyelashes. you knew he couldn’t tell you no explicitly- and he didn’t. he just sighed and muttered, “whatever.” which was technically billy-code for, “stop right now, i swear to god.”

“i’ll be nice!” you argued. “just need you to listen to me.”

“i will listen to you whenever i want, baby,” he corrected, rising his palms to cup your waist.

you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, shaking your head as you reached to grip at his chin. you had already decided your fate for the night. “noo, you’re gonna listen to me and do what i say. did i say you could touch me?”

you were getting into character. and billy was really starting to get frustrated. you knew he was when he opened his mouth to say something, probably tell you to stay in your lane, but you caught it.

“ah-ah, did i say you could touch me?” you repeated, raising your voice slightly.

billy huffed, just tightened his grip on your waist. his jaw was tightening, grinding his molars against each other. his eyes shifted.

“(y/n),” he muttered, spitting your name smoothly from his lips. “i will also touch you whenever i want. i’m not playing this game with you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows together. to billy, you looked like you were just pouting, even though you were trying to put on a mean face. he said he wasn’t going to play with you, but he didn’t stop you from peeling his hands off your waist and attempting to pin them down at his sides. he could easily break away, no doubt, but he was curious. maybe he’d let you have your fun for a little. it paid off immediately when you smiled, victory shining in your eyes when his wrists hit the mattress.

but then you jumped up off of his lap with a gasp and a bright idea, lifting up a finger to him. “ooh! wait here, i’ll be right back!” you exclaimed, grinning like a possum. you ran out of the room then, leaving billy laying there, confused and kind of nervous. you weren’t one to bring him surprises. he didn’t even agree to anything!

you came back seconds later, skipping into his bedroom with a long strip of leather laid in your hands- his favorite belt, and the one he used to bind your hands together for the first time when he spread you out in the backseat of his car. he groaned, shook his head. how humiliating.

“since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself,” you grinned proudly, perfectly reciting his words to you and spiking his memory, “i guess i gotta do it myself!”

you returned to your spot on his lap, this time purposefully anchoring yourself in just the right spot to make billy grunt and involuntarily buck his hips up. you started to bend and pull the belt into a sort of makeshift handcuffs, trying to remember the steps billy took to do the same. you were struggling. billy saw, sighed heavily and grabbed the belt from your struggling fingers. you immediately lurched forward, wiggling your fingers as he held it over his head to keep it from you.

“hey!” you protested, reaching to grab it back from his hands like he took a toy from your sandbox.

“i’m trying to help you, calm down,” he said coldly, waiting for you to put your hands down before he made quick work of the belt.

you frowned, until he returned the belt to you in the perfect shape to slide his wrists in in a matter of seconds. and he did, as soon as you got it in your hands he put his hands through the loops and allowed you to tighten them.

“other way,” he grumbled as you tugged on the wrong side of the strap.

“oh!”

it took a second, but after you completed that task, billy was in perfect position for you. wrists bound together, shirtless laid out on his bed in just his tiny boxers and in no position to protest or fight you. he looked.. unimpressed. his face was blank besides two very irritated eyes. his fists were clenched at his stomach, veins running up the back of his hand and up his forearms.

“you really think this is a good idea, baby? you know i’m not gonna be nice after.”

you rolled your eyes. billy did not like that. every thing you did was just adding to his irritation, building yourself a world of hurt the moment you let him go.

“well, that’s not for you to decide. it’s my turn,” you teased, placing a soft hand on his chest to slide it down. you started rocking your hips back and forth, and billy grunted, winced a little bit. you then stopped, lifting yourself up onto your knees to scoot down to his thighs. billy liked to wear extremely tight, extremely short boxers which left little to imagine in your head, you just had to get a good look at it. your hand had been steadily traveling town his torso until it reached the black fabric, not wasting any time to pull it down to release his thick cock. he was definitely hard, but just had a little more to go. being bound was a total turn off. but he would endure, just for you.

“come on, baby,” he groaned, bucking his hips up to chase your hands. “stroke my cock. i know you wanna.”

you giggled, “right know i really want you to shut up.”

his nostrils flared, his lips pressed to a little pink line with his eyebrows crinkled when you moved your eyes up.

“hey, watch it.”

you shook your head with a mischievous, bright smile.

“you’re bein’ a big baby,” you poked, prodding at his patience with you. “just relax and be quiet.”

he really didn’t want to, but he shut his mouth.

once he did, you rewarded him. grabbed his cock hanging from his boxers in your fist and pumped it once, twice. billy sighed deeply.

“ah, shit, there ya go- good girl,” he groaned as you continued your movements steadily, quickening slightly with each slow stroke. his eyes closed, head falling back with an opened mouth. you twisted your hand around his base and pulled up, repeating this movement over and over again until the vein running up his cock started pulsing blood to his angry tip. beads of white began pooling at the slit at the top, calling for you to run your thumb over it and collect them. you pulled your hand off of him and billy’s eyes snapped open, just to watch the pad of your tongue exit your mouth and steal his pre-cum from your finger. the sight made him groan. he must have tried to reach for your hair like he usually does, but you grabbed the bottom of the belt to keep his hands down. again, he could’ve easily broken free from your grip, but he didn’t, just scrunched up his face and clenched his jaw angrily.

“you’re not being very good, billy,” you said. he wanted to slap that smile off of your face. you were enjoying his torment! how cruel.

“and you’re a shitty dom, sweet girl,” he rebutted, gritting his teeth together.

it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, the smile falling into a grumpy frown. this was harder than it looked.

“you haven’t even been giving me a chance!” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you are so lucky this is cute.”

you huffed, let your arms fall to your side. you were getting frustrated, your face turning pink and chest heavy as you took a second to think. he was making sure you knew you were never in charge, even with how hard you try to be. but you were about to use the same exact tricks he used on you to get you to behave. you had to break him eventually, right? and he loved you- would never admit it, but he did- and if you wanted some harmless fun, he wouldn’t deprive you. as long as you stayed nice.

so you did, for the moment. made your way to his calves, sitting back on your heels to lift your shirt off. you had definitely been planning this. billy knew as soon as he saw black lace decorating your breasts. you pawed at them, just to make sure he knew you got to touch and he didn’t, and you saw his tongue lick a stripe on his bottom lip hungrily. you let him stare for a minute, groping yourself and tilting your head back pornographically. it was much better than anything billy had seen in the adult section at family video. you lifted onto your knees to push your shorts down your hips, stepping out of them and sliding them down your heels to discard them on the floor. matching set. he’d rip them off of you when you get done with this little game.

without saying anything to him, just letting him stare and drool as you raised your arms to pull your hair into a ponytail and secure it loosely with the scrunchie you had. he knew what was happening, trying to shimmy down the bed to get closer to you.

“m’not gonna let you come, billy,” you said, frowning and trying to look intimidating.

“oh, you’re not?” billy laughed. “poor me. if only i had a way to do it myself.”

you rolled your eyes. jerk. still, you leaned down, so your knees were holding up your thighs with his legs between them. your hands began at the top of his abs, raking your nails down the mounds of muscle. you caught a tiny hiss from billy at the sting, muscles tensing up under your touch.

“i’m serious, billy. and i’m in charge right now.”

“ah, right. almost forgot,” billy chuckled, bending his elbows to rest his bound hands on his chest. he watched you wrap a hand around his shaft and spit a thick ball of saliva onto his cock. he almost lost it when you lifted your hand up, pulling down the spit and coating the rounded flesh. he was certainly hard now, pulsing and demanding to be touched. he canted his hips up when you lightly squeezed at his base, right up close to his balls, and you had to react quick by removing your hand altogether.

“billy,” you whined, not intending it to be whiney but that was just how it came out. “be still!”

“alright, alright, okay- i’ll be still. just keep goin’, baby.”

you huffed, and then returned your hand around him. he grunted, planted his hips into the mattress and watched as your head lowered, your ass lifting up into the air where he could see the valley in your panties. you began pumping his cock at a slow pace, enough to give you time to take his tip onto your tongue. the smooth skin weighed down in your mouth, anchoring itself and encouraging you to continue to lower your mouth, slowly, staring up at him with pretty eyes.

“ah, fuck,” he groaned, fists clenching into balls as your own fist cupped his. trying to coax the orgasm out of him, you massaged the heavy sack around in your palm as your throat relaxed, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. he let out a breathy moan, fighting the urge to let his head loll back because he just wanted to watch you take him. you did, took him until you felt him poking at the back of your throat, and then stopped. you weren’t going to give him what he wanted, choke and gag on him as he called you a dirty little girl- and instead just rose up, and then sunk down to the same spot, the other hand not occupied by his balls twisting at his base. you repeated this at a painfully slow pace, slow enough to make him growl and let a small pool of drool in the corner of his mouth develop.

“come on, baby, gimme more than that,” he said, but you couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.

you pulled off of him, a long trail of slick, murky spit connecting him to you. “what do you say?”

billy scoffed, heaving and grinding up into your palm. “i’m not gonna fuckin- ask you,” he grunted.

you shrugged, loosening your soft hold on him with the very intent of walking away altogether.

“okay then. guess i’ll just-“

“okay! okay, jesus fucking christ, you brat. please.”

good enough. you’ll take it.

you smiled in victory, happily gripping his cock to continue pumping at his base. your tongue licked at his tip, swiping up all of the pearly beads that had returned, like he was sweet candy. and then you lowered onto him, opening up wide to accommodate his girth. he groaned, spitting out a string of curses. it just egged you on further to get him off, sucking down on him and smoothing your tongue over every inch you could get, cycling your head up and down and picking up a gradual speed. his groans increased, belly rising and falling at an elevated speed as you fucked him with your sweet mouth.

you lapped at his cock, trying to suck him dry for all it was worth while you still had him there. your jaw was slack, but billy was thick enough where if you weren’t careful, your teeth grazed against him and let you know with a hiss and a broken groan. you’d never seen billy so vulnerable in bed, fighting against bucking his hips up to lodge into your throat, hands to himself. he usually couldn’t keep them off of you. instead, they were clenched at his chest, wrists connected with brown leather. he was sweating when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, releasing his girth just to lick and suck all around his cock. your lips connected to the side of his length, the opposite hand holding him still and pressing the meaty shaft against your tongue. his lips were wide open as he panted, his belly rising and falling rapidly.

you were making a show of it, messy as possible. spit catching on your chin and surrounding your swollen lips as the pink muscle in your mouth extruded to lick a long, heavy stripe all the way up to the heavy crown of his cock. you engulfed his length with wet heat, tongue cupping him as you slid down, and down until your nose was buried in dark, curly hair, seemingly far more kept than the hair on his head. trimmed perfectly to pillow your face when he was shoved down your throat.

“god damnit, fuck- just like that,” he murmured, voice grating and low enough you could feel it on your tongue. he started to get close after a while, especially when you took your hand off of his shaft and paired it with your other one on his balls, moving and massaging the skin in unison. his moans started to get louder, and you knew you won when he started to grumble and fuss, “fuck, fuck- gonna cum, baby-“

and so you stopped. pulled off of him completely, panting yourself and wiping the mess off of your chin with a smile. billy went still, screwing his eyes shut for a quick second before his jaw tensed up, his bite hard enough to bite through leather as his eyes opened, blue eyes clouded and fucking dark. something was swirling in them, an anger you had never seen from him. his face was hot, you could feel it radiating from the feet between you. he was pissed.

“what the fuck was that?” he asked, way too calmly for your liking. it was eerie.

“oh, i’m sorry, did i do something?” you responded ‘innocently,’ lifting onto your knees and scooting up to sit on his hips, just above his cock.

“ohhh, you are going to fucking regret that.”

you hummed, “mmmh, i dont think i am. i told you exactly what i was gonna do.”

“you goddamn bitch,” billy spat, shaking his head. he was so hard by now it hurt. he felt lightheaded, all of the blood and adrenaline filling up his length. “i am never letting you-“

“- be a good boy, billy. i’ll give you what you want if you’re good,” you interrupted, reaching up to pinch his cheek playfully before it abandoned his skin.

“i swear to god-“

“i wouldn’t have had to if you had just listened to me!“ you retorted. you scooted up his torso to slot perfectly onto his chest, his slightly bent knees keeping you holstered.

“you are being such a brat. did you just want my attention? because you sure as hell got it,” he snapped.

“no!” you exclaimed, eyebrows narrowing together and the corners of your lips tensing down. “i just wanted to try something new. and you decided to be a bad boy.”

“fuck, (y/n). just fucking untie me.”

“mm-mh. you’re gonna be a good boy and let me finish!” you argued, hand reaching to grab at his chin, which he immediately turned away from you to avoid. it worked in your favor. you didnt know what came over you, but you must have channeled billy in that moment- or all of the frustration billy gave you.

“i am not. fucking bitch, i-“

he got cut off.

a smack sounded through the room. and then silence. just the heavy sound of both of your breathing. billy just saw red, far redder than the red on his cheek from where your hand had landed. you had slapped him. not hard, of course, but enough to lock in your death sentence. it was silent. an eerie silence besides his heavy breathing as your face fell when his tightened.

“d’you just fuckin’ hit me?” he deadpanned, quietly, barely above a whisper. it was rhetoric.

you nodded, clueless.

“undo the belt,” he demanded, growling like an animal.

“i’m not gonna do that.”

“fine, jesus!” he snapped, reaching his own hands up to his mouth. you watched, frozen in place as his teeth sunk into the leather to pull it apart, loosening until he could throw it aside and off of his wrists. he didn’t waste any time. he had you pinned down in a matter of seconds, hands pinned down with a tight grip, tattooing your skin with a red handprint. you stared up at him with big eyes, wiggling around and trying to rid him of yourself like he was some sort of spider catching you in his web.

“you think you can just fuckin’ hit me?“ billy barked, taking both of your wrists into one hand so he could roughly grip your face in the other. his hands were big; he could cover a good bit of your chin and cheeks like this, and he abused that power by squishing your cheeks and making your lips pout out pathetically, helplessly.

“i just-“

“no, i don’t wanna hear shit from you, unless it’s an apology, or yes sir.”

he squeezed your cheeks harder, wiggled your face side to side as you stared up at him as struggled with your wrists and his grasp. “you shoulda quit while it was still cute babygirl, but you had to be a dumb slut.”

his voice was rough, small bits of spit flying onto your face and making you jump.

“you really thought you could be in control of me? look at you,” he laughed darkly, “you’re fucking pathetic.”

“m’sorry, billy!” you squeaked out, having a hard time moving your mouth much with his hold.

it quickly left as soon as it came, leaving your face for only a split second before it laid itself back down on you harshly. it your face with enough strength to make your head fall the opposite way. you cried out, tears immediately collecting in a sheer bubble over your eyes.

“hey,” he barked, smacking you again with a heavy palm after nudging your face to the center with his knuckle. “don’t you-“ another slap. “- fucking do that. cut it out.”

you wailed each time, mouth hung open while you let your head rest forward, now bracing one side of your face. tears streamed down your cheeks with each hit, the force sending the droplets flying.

“i’m sorry, billy,” you sniffled, tugging your wrists in his hold. “i was just trying-“

“shut up.” he bit, releasing your hands just to be able to slap the other side of your face. he pushed himself up onto his knees, running a frustrated hand through his curls. it made his tricep flex, thick muscle made for throwing you around.

“up on your knees, baby.”

you whined, struggled to sit up because of how shaky you were, so billy helped you out by gripping your hips and making sure you were steady on your knees in front of him, black lace panties completely on display for him. he continued to grab your wrists again, effectively shoving your face down into the mattress with a cry. he held your forearms together at your back, pulling you flush against his cock, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hard length against you.

“you feel that?”

“mm-hmm.”

“s’that what you wanted, baby? you just wanted my cock?”

“y-yes sir,” you whined, setting your hips back. he caught them in his hands, keeping you still where you were placed. he gave your ass a hard slap for good measure, the outline of his hand appearing on your skin as you mewled out, your fists tensing into themselves until your nails dug into your palm.

“don’t be greedy, brat. you get what you deserve,” billy spat, laying his hand down on the residue of his slap and squeezing hard.

“was gonna be nice, too,” he grumbled, reaching to the side to grab the discarded belt. “let you have your fun. but you just had to get ahead of yourself, nasty girl.”

while he was speaking, he had grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up with no support, just his hand bunched in your hair keeping you up. you whined again, your scalp burning as he gripped the roots. he snaked around your shoulder, gripping at your throat tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“you really sorry yet?”

you nodded, humming yes as best as you could.

“look at me,” he snarled. “look at me and tell me.”

your eyes snapped to the corners of your eyes so you could look at him, billy tugging your hair at an angle so you were uncomfortably craned to see his angry face.

“m’so sorry, billy-“ you sniffled.

“tell me you’re a bad girl.”

you frowned. not cool.

“i’m-.. i’m a bad girl,” you whimpered. it was better to do what he told you than to fight it- billy could get meaner, you knew better.

“much better. see how easy it is?”

you nodded quickly. you looked like a scared little puppy, eyes bright and big and eyebrows high on your face.

“words, (y/n),” he grumbled.

“yes sir- uh-huh.”

it was billy’s turn to nod in acceptance of your obedience.

“would have been so much better if you just-“ a heavy palm laid down on your ass, where you realized all you had to support you now was his clutch on your throat. “-behaved, but what more could i expect from you?”

his fingers dug into the sides of your neck, squeezing roughly until he was sure your vision got fuzzy. billy leaned in close to you, lips pressing against your ear.

“was this your plan? piss me off so i treat you like a whore?” he spat.

“no sir- was just playin’ around,” you choked out, your head beginning to feel like it was full of air. tears returned in your eyes.

“ohh, playing around,” he repeated in a mocking tone, gripping the flesh on your hip tightly with his free hand. it slid down, over the curve of your ass and squeezing the doughy skin in the process. he cupped your hot cunt, chuckling when he felt the wet warmth rub against his palm.

“you’re soaked, pretty girl. gettin’ off by getting put in your place.”

billy let go of your throat, pressing at your chest to keep you up while he wrapped the belt you used on him around the placement of his missing hand. he slid the end through the buckle, sliding it all the way down until the metal hit the back of your neck and tailed a good enough length for him to pull at like a leash. and then he pushed you down,sending your torso falling onto the mattress to your original position, forcing a wail from your air-deprived self. the hand that occupied your neck pressed against your cheek, shoving you into the mattress further as a couple tears ran down to leave little droplets in his sheets. he hadn’t told you to, but your arms stayed at your back, fingers stuck to the opposite elbow to keep them from moving.

“god, baby,” he snarled, framing your sides with his big hands to press your hidden hole against the mighty head of his cock. you squealed, screwing your eyes shut to distract yourself. “hurts me more than it does you. just wanted my good, sweet little girl.”

he slapped your ass, the side neglected from his attacks, hard enough to sound a sharp, loud vibration to wave through the room that mixed with your choked sob. and then again. and again, and again, and several more times for good measure. all while tugging at his makeshift-leash on you, making sure to abuse both sides of you as you writhed and cried out various apologies and curses. it stung. a lot. a cold sting that morphed into a flame, every slap hurting more than the last one. but it was a good hurt. a hurt you would happily accept from billy’s palm, regardless of your disobedience or not.

he eventually took pity on you and your reddened skin, nearing the purple side of the color wheel and passed the black fabric over the colors, down your thighs. it bundled at your bent knees, and billy caught the fabric underneath his knees as he loomed behind you. he pulled on the belt especially hard.

“you’re not gonna cum until i tell you to. got it?”

“yessir, mhm.” you nodded rapidly, tear painted cheek scraping against his blue sheets. you could’ve cum from just a little stimulation at that point, but you were determined to follow his rules and earn back your spot on his good side.

with a loud grunt, billy shoved himself into you, reaching your limit in one move. you moaned out, a pathetic moan that someone could’ve mistaken for a cry of pain.

“fuck, holy shit,” he groaned. “for such a nasty girl, you have got the best goddamn pussy.”

your walls clenched around him, greedily swallowing his cock in as if he could get further. you whined, whimpered, mumbling out sounds of, “ggghh,” and “ohhh,” and other weak sounds that billy ate up whole. he stayed there for a long minute, just soaking in your slick pussy lodged between puffy lips crying out of relief. he tugged on the leather, pulling you back to stay locked onto his cock. he fastened it low enough on your neck to cut off your air flow, but not enough to damage you. not that it made it any more comfortable, but he didn’t exactly care about that. he wanted to hurt you. he was an animal- grunting and growling as he kept his cock stuffed in you, basking in the way you cried for mercy.

he stayed there for several minutes, occasionally loosening his grip on the leather and giving you enough time to pant and gasp for air. you had drooled onto his sheets, spit dribbling down your chin from the corners of your lips. your head was completely empty besides the pure instinct to please him- and that was by letting him fuck you like some toy that only existed for him to use.

“billy, billy please- please, move- m’so, so sorry,” you cried, digging your forehead into the blue cloth below you.

billy choked out a breathy laugh. your pleas became a chant, a prayer hymn for billy to eat up and form some pity for you. it must’ve worked, and for a second you thought there was a god. he slid out of you, slowly, stretching you wide to the point where his length enlarged, and then rammed back into you, deep and rough. you mewled, crying a curse that left your mouth hung open wide enough to catch a spider. he repeated his actions, somehow hitting a spot even deeper in you by pulling you back by the hip. his filled balls slapped against your clit, ready to be emptied dry inside you. he worked into a steady, rough pace, deep and slow and tugging on the belt end opposite to him.

“hurts me- shit- much more than it hurts you, baby. god, just wanted my good girl,” billy’s voice rumbled, breathless and vibrating in his throat. his head fell back in a moan as you milked him, clenched around him to keep him from leaving.

he started to speed up, erratic and filthy, an uneven pace that drove you crazy in the form of a long wail, filled with pleasure and relief and the impure urge to be ruined.

“mmh- thank you, thank you!” you squeaked. your nails were digging into your elbows which were pressed into the crevices in your back. billy’s seize on your hip was bruising, a reminder that he was the one controlling your pleasure and torment. he continued at a bruising pace, sending sparks screeching through your veins like wheels on a train track. it almost hurt, if it wasn’t overthrown by the pleasure he was providing in abundance. he could feel your heartbeat, and swore he could see himself poke through the membrane of your belly when he thrusted in hard. you were getting off from it, too, he could just feel how your core got tense, like all of the rushing, angry water beating against a dam wall, searching for the tiniest crack to bleed through.

“touch yourself,” he barked, low and angry. “if you wanna cum, get there yourself.”

you knew he was serious, and a hot flash of fear stabbed at you. your fingers basically teleported to your swollen clit, yelping out as your middle finger trailed around the little pleasure-machine. it felt good, too good, with billy attacking every single nerve and it being magnified by your fingers. you couldn’t last long. you heard the slapping of skin, the sharp sounds highlighting how the back of your thighs burned from billy’s own flesh rebounding off of it. he loved the way the meat of your bottom recoiled and bounced with his thrusts, thighs open with a shaky hand lodged between them. he didn’t love how slow your fingers were, though.

“do i gotta do it my fuckin’ self? my god, you’re useless,” he chortled cruelly. his hand reached in between your thighs, the pads of his middle and pointer finger immediately snapping to abuse your aching clit. it coaxed a loud, very embarrassing shout from you, just barely muffling it by shoving your face into his bed.

“ah- billy! too much, slow down!” you sputtered, stammering in between moans and cries. your hands were about to support your body by resting on either side of your head, but billy let go of your little leash he made to grab your forearms, glueing them together so you couldn’t go anywhere unless he allowed you to. by that point he was rubbing your bud fervently, a clear goal in his head at your expense. he would tell you that this was for his pleasure, but it was almost painful how erotic this all was for billy. jackhammering into you like he had nothing to lose as you panted and cried like a dog, collar and all. you were shaking, writhing, pushing your hips back slightly every time he slammed into you. it was filthy, sweat and drool and tears.

“oh, it’s too much? oh, i’m so sorry. poor fuckin’ thing,” he explicitly lied, jesting and definitely humiliating. he responded to your complaint by just going harder, staying at the same pace with his thrusts but amplifying their force. his fingers circled your clit like he was trying to start a fire. in a matter of seconds, he felt you squeezing his cock, fluttering tightly to try and fight your pummeling release. he slowed down then, remaining at a force that let him brush up against your cervix, but now lingering there for seconds at a time. every time he pulled out, he pulled out almost all the way until your heat tried to squeeze and swallow him back in, just to jam right back into you.

billy was heaving, grunting like a beast as he gripped your leash and pulled you onto your knees, slotting his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist to hold you up. he left the belt taut, cinching your throat and forcing you to angle your head back onto him.

“don’t even think about it,” he snarled right into your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. he laid a loud, booming hit to the side of your thigh, making you jolt forward and, in result, choke yourself. “you are going to wait.”

“yes sir- m’sorry sir,” you sobbed, nodding, sniffling and moaning when he anchored himself inside you. you could feel him everywhere, all throughout your stomach and abs, and you made it worse when you clenched down on him to create a border for your threatening release.

“tell me how sorry you are,” he huffed.

“so sorry!” you whined. “m’so sorry for- fuck, being a brat- just- just wanted your a-attention, oh my god.”

“yeah? d’you get what you wanted?”

you nodded, as best as you could. “uh-huh- fuckin’ me so good. never gonna brat a-again!”

it was getting incredibly hard to hold it. like, impossibly hard. he knew. released your leash to claw at your hips to quicken to a brutal pace. he heard you cry out, moaning like some whore to the point of shouting.

“you are such a goddamn slut, you know that?” billy rumbled, slithering between your thighs once again to rub your sensitive pearl. he laughed breathily when you mewled, basically howling at this point.

“yes sir! yes sir, i’m a slut- please, please let me cum-“

“oh, honey,” he mocked, nipping at the side of your sweaty neck. he growled through gritted teeth when he spoke, failing at balancing talking with huffing angrily through his nose like a bull. “fuck, m’gonna cum in you. fill you up.”

his hold on your hip tightened, definitely planning to leave a red handprint when he was done with you.

“you want that?” he asked, gravely and with a cruel grin. “beg me. ask me to cum in you.”

“please!” you yelped immediately. “please, cum in me- wanna be full so bad. please, billy..”

he buried his nose into your shoulder, and you could feel his heavy breath ridden with the warm scent of lust run down your back.

“please, please please,” you chanted, your own voice a husk of the phony confidence it once displayed. your face was squeezed together, cheeks protruding up high. the crevices on your forehead deepened, catching the sweat that formed. “need it so bad. m’your bad girl, please-“

he liked that. he liked it a whole lot. so much he just had to reward you by angling himself back a tad, just to slam into your g-spot and ensure you wouldn’t last long.

“you are my bad girl, aren’t you, baby?” he repeated, chuckling from the back of his throat. “you wanna cum?”

you nodded rapidly, raising your voice to mousey shout. “yes! yes, please- let me cum, please!”

“tell me you’re sorry, one more time.”

tears streamed down your face. you turned as best you could to look at him, give him the saddest doe eyes you could. there was sweat drenching the hair just past your forehead, tears mixing with spit on your chin and jaw. your cheeks were hot, burning red.

“i’m so, so sorry billy.”

he didn’t even get to finish the word before you were cumming around his thick cock. clenching down, biting, trying to milk him dry as your body imploded on itself. everything went white for a second, and you thought jesus himself would come down and give you a fist bump for literally being fucked to death. your toes and fingers were tingly, releasing the tight flex they had been posed in. one final, loud cry erupted from you, a big firework to mark your release in time. you were floating for that quick second, eyes rolling to the back of your head to where you could see billy in your head, smirking behind you, grunting and growling.

when you came to, he was still going at it. pounding into you, but now he had released your leash to wrap his bicep around your throat, choking you just enough to keep you there with him. he was huffing and puffing, going at a speed you never thought you would see billy move at. he was always so cool, even when he was angry he moved slowly, calculating his every move to get what he wanted. but at that moment, he was fucking you like some woodland beast, a folktale used to scare catholic children into obedience. you would have thought he was planning on devouring you whole.

his fingers were still working your clit, sending you sputtering and pleading for him to slow down, none of which was coherent or important. everything was so sensitive, every touch and movement a fuse that quickly lit into a fire on every inch of your insides.

“too much! too much, billy!” you sobbed, ripping your hands from your back to claw at his forearm.

“i will- fuck, fuck- i’ll tell you when it’s too much,” he bellowed.

you were full on crying at that point, the pleasure just too much to handle in your humanly body. it was so intense, but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from him. you couldn’t fight it.

it was only a couple more minutes before his thrusting became erratic, uneven and extremely sloppy. slowed down just a tad and used his arm to angle your chin towards him, so he could messily connect your lips in a hungry, feral kiss. if it could even be considered that. it was just spit and teeth and a little bit of tongue, with billy doing most of the work as your body fought to settle all of the sensations. he slammed into you once, twice, three times, before he buried his big cock into you as far as he could. you wailed, letting out a noise that mimicked that of an injured cat, but you were the exact opposite of injured. it felt like it wasn’t supposed to be there, but felt so perfect at the same time. you had never been fuller. especially when you felt a warmth, a wetness, coat your insides in a slick filth and drip down your cunt. he moaned deeply, whined a little bit, and burrowed his nose into your neck.

you were still whining, crying and wiggling against him until he slowly slid out of you. you stayed still, not knowing what he wanted you to do, as he pressed on your lower back to push you down into your starting position, where your palms pressed down on the sheets on either side of your head. your body felt numb now, weak and unable to move, but you couldn’t tell if that was because you didn’t want to.

“god, look at you,” billy said roughly, grabbing your ass and spreading you apart to watch his cum drip out of you, slide down your thighs and run down your puffy lips. he smacked you, a smack much less harsher than the ones before but still made you jolt forward and yelp. your ass was basically bruised, a dark, deep flushed color and nearing the purple stage.

you just cried more when he collected as much of his cum as he could that buried into your cunt, and then pushed it back inside you with two of his fingers.

“billy! billy, please, too sensitive!” you squealed.

“oh, baby,” he cooed. “you didn’t think i was done with ya, did you?”

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so, i’m currently taking a west civics class in college, and i am currently researching ancient greek civilizations, most notably, the arts and culture of ancient greece. i know you have written a fic based on its mythological stories, with minotaur könig (bless your beautiful soul).

but through my readings, i couldn’t help but come up with such a dirty daydreams while in class. i couldn’t stop myself from thinking about könig and… the ancient olympics…

i know, realistically speaking, women were not allowed to attend or watch these games for the most part. so, in a universe where könig’s dedication not only falls upon him being a top man, but being the perfect man in honor of being recognized by the god of strength himself, he becomes so enticing in the way he trains and readies himself for such a significant event of his life. he’s never really had much to care for, neither does he need to prioritize anything that isn’t him or his training. he’s a workhorse, nothing stopping him from being the best, most valuable follower of zeus. that is… until…

well, it was your fault, and you admit that, but he wasn’t stopping you either. i mean, who could blame you, this little thing sneaking and peeping at a man who’s at work in order to provide to cute women like yourself. in fact, you argue that this was your way of appreciating a man, to observe them in their element in such a loving gaze. it didn’t help that könig was a man who preferred to train naked too, in all his glory, so of course there was no missing you, you were just too obvious for a man like him to notice you.

and with every grunt he’d give after each swing of a fist or a blade, a mew is what you’d give in return, your own form of a cheer for him to keep going. and you promised you didn’t mean to stare and make distracting noises, but an innocent maiden like yourself was just too hypnotized by this new anatomy that was found between this man’s legs. so outspoken, so dirty for your mouth to spew such beautiful filth to a stranger.

was this könig’s new test of endurance? part of the program to make him stronger for the olympic event that was just around the corner. he has heard man advising others to refrain from sex before the games, but he hadn’t even been given the chance to work on that since no one was bold enough to approach him like you did. he wonders, does fucking before a game really make a man weak, does thinking about shoving his big dumb cock in his soon-to-be wife distract him too much to succeed? perhaps, perhaps not, one thing he does know though, he’s got someone else to honor and worship, which makes his training all the more necessary.

Oh my god….. I’m totes not getting caught up in the fact that women were not allowed to participate in these activities….

This led me to think, what if some misbehaving little creature decided to peep at this Hercules reborn? She gets caught one day, but because she’s absolutely carefree and unhinged, she asks König if he could show her how to train.

CW: Nudity, implied sexism/misogyny (Ancient Greek society thang), teasing König to the point where he gets a boner and growls

Our Olympian hero gets so confused that he forgets he was supposed to report you or throw you out of the gym. Outside, where birds fly free and the sun tortures the trainees, he has picked a spot where he can train in solitude and silence: for some reason, other people’s stares make him uncomfortable… Until this curious, sweet little nymph came around, perched atop a wide rock, munching some wild mountain herb as she watched him train.

He allowed her to watch him train for two days, but on the third, he marched over to her and told her she needs to leave. Women are not allowed here, doesn’t she know that? Where are her parents? Does she have a husband?

No, no husband, and her parents don’t really care what she does. Well, this explains why she’s behaving this way. Running around the hillside so untame, watching men train—can’t she see she’s putting herself in danger? Any one of these men could decide to just take her on the barren land if she’s not careful.

She just giggles and asks, would he like to take her? Then points out that men shouldn’t waste their seed before a big competition. Also, Zeus’s wife would not think well of him if she saw him rut innocent women on the hill... There’s nothing but heaven above them, surely someone would see. The gods could curse him with a weak ankle, or a sprained muscle, a failing heart or a snake bite…

“All right, all right, that’s enough,” he says, but there’s even worse to come.

Next, she asks if he could show her how to lift those smaller rocks, how to throw a javelin or a discus. Could he teach her how to wrestle…?

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs while his groin floods with warmth at the thought of wrestling with this pretty, wonton woman. She’s absolutely disgraceful, and yet, he doubts she’s running from man to man, teasing them to death. She’s not begging to get raped, she’s just… a little gullible, or something. Happened to take interest in him, little thing. As she should, after all, he’s the pride of this city...

“You fear I’ll become better than you?” She asks with little stars in her stare.

“Bah. Don’t be ridiculous...”

They’re both smiling, now. This kind of banter and games he has never experienced with a lady, she’s making him extremely uncomfortable and at the same time, fly high like Icarus. He’ll have to be careful he doesn’t get burned…

When he still refuses to show her how to train, she shrugs and goes over to the wooden javelin that’s taller than her. Picking it up, he expects the gods to smite her down with a sudden hail or thunder, but nothing happens. The sun keeps on shining, and the sheep keep on baaing. She weighs it with two hands, then starts to look for a spot to try and throw it.

“Wait,” he calls after her, but she only looks back at him with a smile. Picks off to run, with the javelin securely in her right hand, she runs like a deer while he lumbers after her, completely perplexed.

Insufferable woman… He’s growing hard from the cock as he runs, somehow aroused by this silly chase. Like Apollo trying to court Daphne, but his Daphne is not meek and unwilling; she’s giggling as he huffs and runs after her like a stumbling giant.

At a distant field of nothing but rock and weather-beaten flowers, she stops. Shields her eyes as she looks for a perfect spot, she’s not even breathless when he finally catches her. She turns around to look at her hero, catching his breath in the sun.

“You’re not fit enough for a marathon,” she comments. “Did you lift too many weights?”

“Give me the javelin,” he pants, dismissing her blunt analysis of his weaknesses. Stepping towards her, he extends his hand, offering her a chance to return it to him without fuss.

“Wrestle it from me,” she smiles, so playfully and brightly that his cock suffers another throb.

Gods damn this woman... She’s toying, playing with him, teasing him to the point where he’s left no choice.

He doesn’t want to hurt her, which means the “wrestling” becomes an awkward battle of snickers and limbs. His cock gets in the way, and to an outsider, this might look like a scene of an oddly gentle, upcoming rape… This little minx is giving him such an ache in his head and his loins that he’s gritting his teeth by the time he gets his hands around the wooden spear. By then, she has her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms above her head as she’s lying on her back with him on top of her.

“I’m not letting go,” she laughs as they both hold the spear, his erection now blissfully trapped between her legs.

“Who sent you,” he grunts, head spinning as he tries to figure out which of the gods is trying to give him trouble this time.

“What do you mean…?”

“You’re here to thwart and tease me. Tell me who sent you, now.”

“You think I’m sent by some angry god?”

Her eyes sparkle even more, if possible. She even giggles under him and under the sun, her laugh like a thousand little bells in his ears.

“That’s so cute…!”

His grunts turn into a hollow, painful growl – even Tartaros is better than this.

“Train me, and I’ll let you have your silly javelin,” she smiles, even licking her lips before they purse together innocently.

But he knows she’s far from innocent. She has to be a curse of some sort, a plight sent here to torment him, because he finds himself sighing, “Alright…”

He gives her one condition: she has to wear clothes; no flaunting herself around him and especially not around the other men if they were to ever see her. They will both get flogged or worse if this mockery comes to daylight… She gives him a soft, adoring smile this time, and says of course, whatever he says.

The next day, she’s waiting for him at the training grounds, javelin in her hands…

Completely, utterly naked.

#könig x reader #könig x you #silliness #torturing könig #we all know how this will end so i don't have to write a full fic for it right ^^

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insomniumstella · 1 year

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drunken nights

bucky x reader

summary: this story genuinely does not have anything that could remotely resemble a plot.

warnings: smut, 18&up only

word count: 1,369

author’s note: foreplay? never heard of it. i should stop writing when i’m drunk because this is the filthiest of filth i have ever written, but also it could somehow be filthier? idk atp, so i might write a more in-depth follow up once i’m sober. anyways, obsessed by zandros & limi would be the perfect song if you like reading with music in the background!

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he hissed, the sound low and almost delicate, “my girl.” The statement stood true, she thought — she was Bucky’s as much as he was hers, and y/n couldn’t imagine being someone else’s. Not after the events they’ve been through. She had been the woman who stood by his side for years, even when the whole world tried convincing the man he couldn’t ever live as anyone, but the Winter Soldier.

“Thank you.” She felt her cheeks heat up, her words coming out mumbled as she wrapped her lips around his cock once more.

James Buchanan Barnes was as perfect as boyfriends could get, and after the painstakingly hard mission he had just gotten home from, y/n believed he deserved to come undone, whether it was by her mouth or her entire body. James was the kind of man she was willing to provide special treatment for, always; the first and the only for he had ruined her. No one fucked better than James Barnes.

She licked his red tip, tasting the salty pre-cum with delight. Bucky’s abs clenched, involuntary, letting the woman know he was close, and y/n licked a prominent vein on the base of his shaft before continuing her assault on his impressive length when he allowed a strained whimper to pass through his lips.

“Don’t you dare stop, doll.” He clenched the sheets with his flesh hand, the metal appendage coming to grip the base of her neck, guiding his cock deeper down her throat, so deep, she choked, with spit running down both the skin of James’s upper thighs and her chin.

This must be what heaven feels like, he wondered as she took him to the top, forcing his body to crash in the sweetest of waves, his orgasm overtaking the entirety of his body, stretching from Bucky’s tiptoes to his head, short moans falling out of his mouth like a prayer. Her mouth was perfect, she was perfect, and as she licked his slit clean of the salty substance, James decided, that, yes, y/n must be a part of heaven, for I couldn’t imagine such a place without her.

He allowed himself a moment of uninterrupted peace, the aftershock of his orgasm still settling in his bones. It was only when he opened his eyes did he notice y/n, eyes wide and curious, staring at him. Though she was just on top of him, taking control, she had gone back to seeming utterly submissive, the expression on her face permitting James the knowledge that he had already known for years — she wanted to, and she would, do anything and everything he’d ask of her. She’d let him mold her like clay in any shape or form he craved for the night. And, no, James would never take advantage of the woman, but, yes, he would grant her the most satisfying of pleasure, and, maybe, only if she agreed, which she always did anyways, he’d ruin her further, driving his cock into her pussy from the most outrageous of positions he could think of until the only coherent word she could muster was a weak sound of his name.

“Princess,” he purred, “would you please get down on all fours for me?” He smiled innocently, and y/n could not disobey the charming expression.

“Yes, Sir.”

James came to kneel behind her, his dick hard once again, almost throbbing for friction, and when the back of her thighs touched his own, he swore he could probably come again just from the sight of y/n on her knees and forearms, back arched at a perfect angle.

He palmed himself a few times before teasing her entrance. She was dripping from anticipation and the previous orgasm James ripped from her. It was so fresh in her mind it didn’t register as a memory — his lips sucking her clit, his long fingers diving between her aching walls. He had pinned her thighs to their shared bed, forcing the woman to keep them open no matter how much she wanted to close her legs from the intensity of it all. He had been simultaneously soft and rough, edging her until all she could do was beg, broken please falling from her mouth, accompanied by let me come, sir.

“You’re taking my cock so well, doll.” James praised his girlfriend once he finally bottomed out, heavy balls slapping against the skin of her inner thighs, and she let out a high-pitched moan. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath after a couple of strokes, each more desperate than the last, “have you always been this tight?”

She didn’t answer, too lost in the pleasure of James thrusting in and out, each stroke hitting the most sensitive spot inside her.

“I asked you a question,” the man swiftly removed himself from y/n’s heat, gripping the base of his dick to drag it along her slit. She whined from the gruesome sensation of clenching around emptiness and having the one thing she craved above all be so close yet so far.

James chuckled, grabbing her waist, and sneaked his other hand to rub y/n’s clit in achingly slow and too soft of circles.

“Mmmh.” She hummed, too lost in the regained pleasure, and though it wasn’t nearly enough, it was something to please her needy body. It was as the physical vessel y/n called her body needed James to survive, for she’d be dead without his touch, a shell of a person if James Barnes didn’t wreck her insides there and then.

His hand left her waist as he thrust into y/n, coming to rest on her stomach. James massaged the area, loving the way he could feel the bulge of his cock. “Feel this?” James asked, and she nodded without missing a beat. He chuckled, clasping her neck with his metal hand and pulling the woman up so her back would rest against his muscular chest. “I'm the only man who has ever made you feel this good," he thrusted up, fingers digging into her skin, "aren't I?"

"Yes, daddy," she moaned without thinking, her own hands searching to grab anything she could reach, whether it was the sheets or Bucky's forearm from when his right arm circled her waist.

He paused all movement for a second, too turned on by a single word than he cared to admit before speeding up, each stroke becoming speedier, rougher. James needed y/n to orgasm as much as he needed to breathe, his own release chasing after him. "That's right," he trailed sloppy kisses from the base of y/n's neck to her jawline, "daddy will take care of you, doll," he placed one final kiss and shoved her body into the bed again, hands caressing her lower back before he pushed it down for a deeper arch, "real good care."

She could only mumble and whine with her face stuffed into the pillow and ass arched high up in the air, Bucky's calloused hand landing deliciously painful smacks on her tender skin. One, she moaned from the contact, silently counting in her head, two, three. The woman was expecting a fourth smack to land on the skin of her butt, perhaps the side of her thighs, as she could feel James throbbing inside her and knew his concentration was somewhere between lost and forgotten, but it never came. Instead, his fingers, both flesh, and metal dug into her hips as he covered her walls with thick, hot ropes of cum, and she clenched around him, finding herself coming for the second time that night.

She moaned, loud and unapologetic, allowing the orgasm to seep into her bones until it was nothing but a whisper of the pleasure Bucky had given her. His movements had stilled, but James didn't care to pull out, letting his cock soften inside her.

He smiled, even though she couldn't see it, and leaned down to place comfortingly soft kisses on y/n's shoulders. "I love you." He whispered into her skin. "My good girl," James pulled out, watching the mesmerizing sight of his cum leaking out of his girl before he pushed it back inside her with two of his fingers, "mine only."

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thecuriousquest · 8 months

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hi! i love your yandere dabi alphabet, could you write a story based off it ? thank you sm!!

P is for Patience

Yandere Dabi x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con, crying kink, daddy kink, branding, burning, slapping, drinking/mentioning of alcohol, implied kidnapping, genital piercing

Yandere Alphabet: Dabi can be found here.

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Sitting at the bar all alone, your eyelids close as you heave a sigh. What the fuck has happened to you? Your life used to be so wonderful in comparison to this. Sure, you had your struggles. Who doesn’t? However, you’d take barely managing to make rent on time while working doubles everyday over being Dabi’s little play thing.

A familiar and warm hand on your shoulder alerts you to your captor’s presence.

“What’d I tell you about drinking?”

Without even hesitating or looking at him, you answer, “That I’m only allowed to get drunk on your cock.” Risking his anger, you take another sip. You really couldn’t care less at this point since you’ve already been caught.

He takes the short glass filled with scotch and throws it at the wall. It doesn’t faze you. Ice, shards of glass, and the strong smell of alcohol rest on the floor.

“I was drinking that,” you tell him without a note of anger in your voice. It’s more of a fact that you are simply stating.

Dabi laughs at your courage to be so cheeky. “Come on. We’re going to the room. I need to relieve some stress.”

The villain grabs you by the wrist, but his grip is relaxed. You pull your wrist out of his hand, and he cocks his eyebrow at you, not expecting you to be so defiant.

“I’ll go after I have a fucking drink since you interrupted me.”

Amused, curious, and slightly turned on, he leans his elbow on the bar next to you. “Princess, you really think it’s a good idea to test me right now after I had a rough day?”

Oh, he thinks he had a bad day?

He finally draws a reaction from you. Your eyes look as though they hold flames from hell as you glare at him with utmost disrespect.

“You fucking piece of shit. What? You really think you can get sympathy from me? Let me tell you about a bad day. A bad day is being drugged and kidnapped by the guy you were just supposed to have a one night stand with. A bad day is being forced to endure you and your filth ridden touches. A bad day is having to wake up and close your eyes to a fucking monster!”

The furnace in your chest opens, and you feel heat burning throughout your body. Your brain tells you to succumb to your violent tendencies, but you have more to say, and you won’t let yourself be interrupted.

“You think you had a bad day? What? The person you tried to kill got away? GOOD! The puppy you tried to kick for no reason bit you? I hope he made you fucking bleed!”

What’s really pissing you off even further is the blank face your kidnapper looks at you with. His electric cobalt orbs are trained directly on you, but it seems as though your words have no effect on him.

“I fucking hate you! I hope you rot in hell, you bastard! Maybe you’ll find true love down there since it’s a cesspool of deranged people like you!”

After a long pause, he sighs heavily out of his pierced nose. “Are you done? You finally done shrieking in my ear? Alright, let me tell you what’s gonna happen now.”

With demonic strength, he picks you up by your throat and slams you down on the bar counter.

“You’re gonna go to the room, you’re gonna get naked, and you’re gonna make this little incident up to me. Got it? Good.”

A light slap against your face is enough to push you over the edge. Fat tears line your lashes. All it does is cause Dabi to smirk and lean in against your ear.

You feel his burnt flesh against your lobe as he whispers, “Go on, cry baby.”

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Forsaking your clothes out of anger, you throw them on the floor. You aren’t sure how much longer you can deal with this, with him. He hurts your heart as he treats you like a little whore rather than a person.

As you stand there all alone in the middle of the room, you find yourself growing calmer. With a clearer mind, the reality of your situation dawns on you: Dabi is angry, and he is going to take it out on you.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you cringe when you hear the creaking of the door.

“It’s good to see you following orders without throwing a bitch fit for once,” he mocks you as he leans against the doorjamb with his arms crossed.

“Dabi…I didn’t mean to yell at you so much. I just got mad.”

“You just got mad?”

Looking up at him with an unsure expression, you nod your head. He moves towards you, placing your chin in his clutch. Dabi strokes your cheek a few times with his other hand, lulling you into a false sense of security.

“That’s all? You seemed more than just mad. You looked really angry, Sweets.”

“Yeah, I was. I’m sorry I shouted at you.”

“Aw, I like it when you apologize like that. This is how you should behave more often. We all get angry, you know that.”

He’s understanding you. He’s finally getting it. With hope in your eyes, you nod, his hand moving with your jaw.

“But, then you had to go and call me a monster.”

Instantaneously, the hope lighting up your eyes dies out like a flame.

“In that shrill fucking voice.”

His grip on your chin becomes so tight that you feel like your jaw is about to crack.

“The fuck did you think was gonna happen? You think I’d just stand there and take it?”

He pushes you against a wall. When your back makes contact with the surface, a gust of wind shoots from the very depth of your being. Disoriented, you place a hand on a strip of chipped paint and exposed plaster for support.

“Dabi, I wanna go home!”

A heavy hand comes down on your cheek like a brick. As the numb pricking sensation turns into a jarring blaze and spreads across your cheek and jaw, your gasp becomes a fearful sob.

“You are home. The rest of your life is with me, bitch. I don’t really give a fuck if you like it or not, but you’re gonna learn to live with it.”

He grabs you by your waist and pulls you close to him, his fingers squeezing your flesh uncomfortably enough to make you yelp.

“This is why I don’t let you get drunk. It ends up making you think that you can talk to me however you want. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you a lesson, Sweets.”

The pyro heats up the skin on your hips to the point where he burns his fingerprints into your flesh. As he throws you down on the bed, you feel yourself sink into the dirty mattress beneath his weight. You fight him tooth and nail, but your movements are sluggish. You’re slow to react.

Damn, maybe you really shouldn’t have drank so much.

A bony shin traps your leg as he pushes your free knee to your chest before nesting between your legs. A dangerous glint in his eyes causes you to shudder as you attempt to squirm away from him.

He has you trapped as he dominates you. It’s not fair! It’s not fair that he never lets you speak your mind or even have a day where you’re not his cock sleeve.

Dabi licks up the tears that you didn’t even realize fell. You feel his hot breath and slightly wet tongue trail up your cheek as he delights in your salty lament.

He mops up your tears with his hand before stuffing your pussy with his fingers. His method acting as a lubricant for his own sick pleasure. He could care less if you enjoy it. All he wants is a slippery entrance.

Your back arches despite your mind trying to tell your body that you’d rather be dead than go a round with Dabi’s pierced cock. Your hips wriggle beneath him as he removes his digits and lines up with your wet cunt.

“Oh, isn’t that cute? You know, you can be such an adorable little slut when you’re not being a fucking bitch.”

Like lightning striking a tree, Dabi slams into your womb. Against your own wishes, you throw your head back with a moan at the sensation of that piercing rubbing against your slick walls.

“Can’t believe you forgot your fucking place earlier. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Make you so drunk on my cock you won’t want to leave my side. Imagine how- ah- fucking pathetic you’d look! Damn fucking whore.”

“Dabi, Dabi, please, please! Ah, fuck!”

You shake your head and clasp a hand over your mouth to keep from howling through your orgasm. Your eyes scrunch close, only to have them reopen upon feeling a hand snake around your wrist so that your limbs are pinned to the bed.

“Please what? Did you forget how to beg too?”

He intentionally slows down his pace to the point where you feel like that sweet pressure is vanishing.

It’s aggravating having him taunt you like this, but you just want all of this to be over with.

“Daddy, let me come?!”

A sinister chuckle rumbles from his throat. He moves his hand from your wrist to your chin. “I’ll think about it.”

Pulling away from you, Dabi makes contact with the burn marks on your hips from earlier as he flips you face down. Your bruised cheek rubs against the scratchy surface as there are no sheets on the mattress, but you have more to worry about than the comfort of the bed right now.

Dabi forces your knees apart as far as he can. You’re thankful that you’ve become more flexible during this time that you’ve spent with the outlaw. Otherwise, you’re pretty sure something would snap from the amount of stretching he puts you through.

The villain wraps an arm underneath your waist as he thrusts into you. Like a screen door in a hurricane, he bangs you with such intensity that you barely register your surroundings. All you know is that Dabi is making you feel such bliss that your juicy cunt grips him tightly, not wanting to let go until you come undone.

Your hips push back into him, trying to chase down that feeling he ripped from you earlier. You can feel it coming back. You clench around his girth, feeling that little metal ball in all the right ways.

Five. It’s as if time has stopped.

Four. All that’s left is you pushing yourself forwards and backwards with the little strength you have left in your arms.

Three. You reach with one hand to stroke the button at the apex of your slit.

Two. The pressure that has built up explodes as you feel something warm dripping down the insides of your thighs.

One. You fall forward, exhausted beyond repair.

The flame thrower stands up, adjusting his pants and buttoning them. You only now realize that he railed you with all of his clothes on while you laid there naked beneath him.

The fucking power dynamic.

He leans over you and snatches your hair, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder.

“What do you say after someone makes you feel good?”

With a burst of cold air running down your spine, you can’t help but tremble beneath his harsh touch.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you what?” His remains patient, not tightening his grip on your hair but not letting go.

“Thank you…Daddy.”

He releases your locks from his hold and pats your head. “Good girl. No, don’t fall asleep just yet. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

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starlitmark · 2 months

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Summary: Jungwoo can’t help that he loves it when you talk down to him. Pairing: Jungwoo x fem!reader (background of poly with Yangyang) Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, poly background Smut Warnings: degradation, femdom, sex toys, mommy kink, spit play, dry orgasm, dacryphilia, edging Word Count: 1,203 Note: in the universe of PIP & MKB Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Circus by Britney Spears

“Jungwoo,” you say in a warning tone, “Watch it.”

“What, babe?” Your husband smiles with a seemingly innocent face.

You lower your book slightly to look at him and raise your eyebrow. He knows exactly what he’s doing. You’ve had your legs tossed over his lap while you read for the better part of the afternoon. It’s been a relatively quiet day. Your other boyfriend, Yangyang, is finishing up his last year of university and is off to classes all day. Jungwoo had placed his hand on your knee and rubbed his thumb against the skin of your lower leg for a while at first while scrolling through his phone mindlessly. Now, his hands drag higher and higher on your thigh. His fingertips slip just beneath the edge of your shorts. You wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to push your thighs apart and play with you over your clothing any moment.

“You know what.” You say flatly, “Watch it or I’ll put you in your damn place.”

“Promise?” Jungwoo challenges.

“Don’t be a fucking brat, Kim Jungwoo. Yangie isn’t around to distract me. You’ll be the sole receiver.”

“I see no issue with this. Do you, Mommy?” He purrs out the name with a challenging lilt.

You mark your book and place it on the coffee table before swinging your legs off of him. Standing up, you grip Jungwoo’s jaw harshly and force him to look up into your darkening eyes. You immediately see his reserve crumble as his submissive headspace takes over.

“We’re going upstairs. If Yangyang comes home and hears you crying for mercy, he won’t be any help to you. Understood?”

“U-understood.”

You release his jaw and walk toward the stairs. Lifting your hand, you crook two fingers over, gesturing for him to follow you. You hear his footsteps fall behind yours. The moment you’re in your bedroom, Jungwoo doesn’t wait for your instruction to strip. He takes the liberty himself and sits bare for you at the foot of the bed. He expects you to praise him for his foresight. You don’t, though. You busy yourself in your armoire, finding the perfect toy to use on your bratty husband. Standing up straight again, you hide the toy behind your back. Jungwoo’s eyes are wide and curious as you step closer to him. Your eyes are still dark with dominance and lust.

“What do you have, Mommy?” He questions, with a tilt of his head.

“What do you want it to be?” You question back.

Jungwoo nibbles on his lower lip, “Whatever you think is best to punish me with.”

You smirk and knee in front of him, “Good answer. Now, does my brat want me to take care of this?”

You pull one hand up to run your finger along the underside of his cock. His hips jerk at the contact, and he nods intensely. Another smirk touches your lips before you spit on his cock, making it wet enough to use your toy of choice. Your husband squirms and whines as you spread the spit across his hard member. Now you pull the toy from behind your back, letting him finally see your choice. He lets out a shaky breath seeing the fleshlight in your hand. Sometimes it’s his favorite, others it’s his worst nightmare. Today, it’s the ladder. You bring the toy to be in line with his tip. You guide it down to only be wrapped around his tip, swiveling it in circles, causing your husband to whimper and whine at the sensation.

“You’re so easy, slut.” You chuckle darkly, “I’m only playing with your tip, barely even that, and you’re already a fucking wreck. What would our precious sub have to say about this?”

“Y-yangie– fuck– Yangie’s seen me sub before, seen me get in trouble.” He whines.

You push the toy all the way on him, pouting in faux compassion when he lets out a broken whine. Giving him time to compose himself isn’t in your thoughts today. You fuck the toy down on him quickly. His thighs squeeze together, and his hair falls on his face as he bows his head forward.

“He’s seen you be my slut before, yes. He enjoys watching his precious daddy fall apart for me, doesn’t he?” You muse, focusing on how his abs tense and intense with each motion, “He’s always such a good boy. He doesn’t try to play games with me like you do. Only bratty sluts do that. Are you my bratty slut, Jungwoo?”

“Yeah,” he moans, “I’m a bratty slut.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tut, “You’re not a slut, your my slut.”

“‘M your slut.” He corrects himself through a sob, “Mommy, I’m gonna–”

You pull the toy off of him entirely, knowing exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. His body shakes and convulses as if he’s cumming, but no cum comes out of his cock. He whimpers and whines at the sensation. He’s always hated dry orgasms. On the other hand, you love how much more desperate your husband and boyfriend get when it happens.

“That’s not fair.” He pouts.

“Oh?” You mock his pouty face and tone, “Is it not fair? Last time I checked, bratty sluts don’t get to cum how they want to.”

“Please, please, plea– fuck!”

His begs get cut off by you pushing the fleshlight back onto his weeping member. His muscles tense, his eyes squeeze shut, and small tears form at the corners. It takes everything in him not to fuck up into the toy. If he did, it would only cause a longer punishment. You continue to degrade him with filthy words, knowing he loved every moment of it. If he didn’t he knew your safeword and that he was able to use it at any point. You edge him a few more times, and each time, he lets out a pathetic sob, begging you to let him cum.

“I’ll be good! I can be good like Yangie is!” He promises, “Please, Mommy, let me cum.”

“Do you deserve it? Maybe I should leave you like this and spoil Yangyang when he gets home.”

It’s a semi-empty threat, though. Yangyang has been extra well-behaved recently. Typically when he’s stressed with his courseload, he gets a bit bratty, but he hasn’t even with his exams. Jungwoo opens his mouth to whine in protest. He closes his lips again when the sound of the alert for the door opening and closing again fills the house. His eyes go wide, and he begs silently. You smirk and start fucking the toy onto his cock roughly. A loud moan rips through the air.

“Baby? Woo? Are you two upstairs?” Yangyang calls through the house.

“We’re upstairs, pretty baby.” You call back, “I’m just handling a brat right now. Feel free to join us when you’re ready!”

Jungwoo jerks his hips up at your offer. Again you pull the toy away, making tears roll down his cheeks. You chuckle, watching how his cock jerks and drips a bit of precum. He was in for a long evening, now with the added fun of your shared boyfriend being home, too it’ll only be more enjoyable for everyone.

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Tag List: @bratty-tingz @yeosangiess @minjaeluver @abbietwilight @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

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ja3hwa · 1 year

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Day 17 : Daddy/Praise : Seonghwa

「Title」 : Cruel, Yet Kind.

「Word count」 : 1.14k

-> Genre: Suggestive, Mafia Au, Angst, Fluff

Paring: Mafia!Seonghwa x Reader

[Warnings] : Blood. Mafia gang stuff. Mention of killing. Making out. Light choking. Dirty talk. Pet names. The use of daddy (obviously) read gets naked in front of Hwa. Some angsty stuff. Hwa cries at one point and he is also covered in blood but it's okay. It's hot. Haha, Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: I rushed this. So I'm so sorry if it's trash. ♡ Also yes, I know I've used the Mafia au twice in this event... shut up.. I like the Mafka au okay hehe.

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He was the sweetest boyfriend. He was caring and loving. Always performing kind gestures and showering you with nothing but the most endearing and kindest form of love. He treated you with nothing but respect, believing you were his equal. No one could have seen this coming from Seonghwa. He was known for being blunt, cold and in all honesty… cruel. Even his leader, the head of their gang, thought he was the cruellest out of any of them. So where did the coldness go whenever you were around? You heard whispers and stories about this mysterious bad boy Park Seonghwa was known to be. Yet, whenever you were around your boyfriend he was like a puppy. Kind and affectionate. You wanted to see the bad side of him. The cold-blooded killer. The right hand in the famous mafia gang of Seoul.

“Hwa…” You barely let out a whisper as you settled your book down on the side table, eyeing your boyfriend that come home from a particularly hard mission. You had never seen him covered in blood before. He always made sure to never bring his work home. But this time he was left with no choice. You were scared, but not as much as you were curious about what he might have done the evening he was away.

“I’m sorry Bunny….” His voice was laced with anger, pacing slowly around the room. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to go back and finish the job he had on the rival spy that had closed in on their operation. But they needed him alive, sadly. You quickly got up, rushing over to comfort your boyfriend. Your hand rested on his cheek, blood staining your skin. You didn’t mind feeling the warm blood through your fingers, only worrying about what was going through your lover's mind.

“I shouldn’t have come in here covered in blood. I'm sorry if I scared you.” he felt guilt riddle him, but anger was still surging through his veins and he couldn’t figure out how to calm down for the life of him.

“Scare me? Hwa, you could never scare me. I’m just worried that it might have been your blood. But it seems to be you aren’t injured. So I have nothing to be scared about.” Your words were soft, stepping closer, you noticed you had gotten some blood on your nightgown, but you didn’t mind.

“I never wanted you to see me like this.” he leaned into your touch, leaning down his forehead met yours. You felt a tingle in your gut, thinking maybe this was the best time to confess your thoughts to him.

"But I wanted to see all of you." You spoke pulling away from him, feeling as if your heart is going to burst out of your chest at any minute. "I want to see all of you. Not just the sweet loving man that stole my heart. I want to see the dark, cruel side of you. I want to know all of you."

He swore to himself that he must have hit the jackpot with you. You are so caring to him, always making sure he is safe, even though he is the one that should be protecting you. He let out a sigh, leaning his forehead against yours. His heart ached for you, loving spilling on the floor, leaving a light trail to follow whenever you needed each other.

“I don’t deserve you.” A tear falls down his blood-stained cheek he clenches his jaw.

“Yes. You do. You deserve everything in this world.” You leaned into him, pushing your nose against his before locking your lips with his. It was soft, with a hint of desperation. You deepen the kiss, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. It’s almost intoxicating. He grabs you by the waist pulling you closer. He needed you. Needed to have all of you. And he needed it now.

“Do you trust me?” He groaned into your mouth, biting your bottom lip before pulling it back and then letting it go, making you moan out for him.

“I trust you with my life.” that’s all he needed to hear, lifting you up before walking to your bedroom, keeping your lips locked on his. He thanked he knew the way, otherwise, he was sure he would have fallen by now. Entering your room, his lips pecked the side of your mouth before your cheek and then your jaw. He throws you back onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. The blood that stains his clothing had stunk into the fabric, leaving some on his toned body. You watch with a gulp in your throat. This isn’t hygienic but you find it somewhat hot. He’s covered in blood, filthy and rough from the fight of cruelty and it made you feel the want from between your legs grow more. He glances over at you with a small smile, yet his face remains unreadable. You slip off your pj’s, while he pulls his belt off his pants. You are left in your underwear and nothing else.

“You are always such a good girl aren't you?” He chuckled watching you open your thighs, letting have a full view of your body. He bit his lip, unbuttoning his dress pants. “Always ready for me hmm?” His words were low, a seductive grumble. He was taking things slow. Too slow for your liking.

“Show me…” You lent over to get on all fours so you can crawl over to him. You sit on your knees on the edge of the bed, pulling him by his pants.

“Show you what my love?” He hummed, leaning slightly so his face was inches from yours. Your noses push against one another while you take a shaky breath in, giving a small kiss to his cheek then his jaw, then his neck.

“Show me how cruel you can be… Daddy.” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his bloody torso, getting blood on your own chest and tummy. He laughed this time. Not chuckled, nor hummed. A low laugh. And a sinister one of that. The new name sent him over the edge, making him feel a switch snap in his head. You feel his hand snake down until it found your neck, lifting you away from his body so he could see your face again. His fingers pushed in the right places making a shock wave of adrenaline shoot through your body. His stare is dark, while his lips are parted slightly, letting his tongue dance slightly against the opening.

“My perfect little bunny, so ready for her daddy to please her. Hurt her even. Hmm,” his fingers squeeze, cutting air from your brain slightly. “I hope you’re ready for me princess. Cause if you want all of me. Here it is…”

He was going to ruin you.

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