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stairain · 2 months

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Conditioned response

You knew training someone like a dog wasn't the most ethical, but Spencer just makes it too easy to pass up.

Warnings: Sub Spencer, Mean reader, conditioning, forced orgasm, cumming in pants, dry orgasm, crying, begging, manipulation, ropes.

WC: 1.2K

Training Spencer to cum on command was a labor of love. Having spent hours studying Pavlov and Skinner just to be able to make a mess of your poor boyfriend on whim.

Spencer was almost unrecognizable, his face a deep shade of red and pink, slathered in a dripping layer of sweat, and a puddle of his own spend at his feet.

Throwing his head back and swallowing breathlessly, he looks to you and pleads.

“P-Please—Stop. Can we stop, please?”

His rug burned wrists desperately trembling in their binds as he tries so hard to be good for you. It’s wearing him down, you’ve made him cum at least three times now simply by the snap of your fingers.

It wasn’t this easy at first, and it didn’t even register what you were doing when you finally gave him permission to cum and just so happened to snap at the same time.

No, it took a while. After the next few times, it confused him, he ignored it, but then it became an expectation to him.

Whenever your hand was tightly wound against the sensitive tip of his dripping cock, he’d look to you with those desperate pleading eyes before mustering up the courage to beg for release.

After he’d ask, he wouldn’t wait for your call, no, instead he’d look down at wherever your free hand was.

As a man of extensive knowledge, especially to things pertaining something as simple as conditioning, Spencer knew these things worked.

He just hadn’t even expected himself to be the lab rat in your little experiment.

But now, you’d find him adjusting just fine. At least to your standards.

As soon as he arrived home, you had dragged him to the garage. He’d made no attempt to stop you, even as you sat him down on a cold metal chair.

He didn’t even raise an eyebrow when you began to tie him to aforementioned chair.

Spencer knew better than to question you, and he knew better than to speak without being spoken to. So when he dared open his mouth to talk, you’d quickly snapped your fingers, the sound reverberating through the empty, cold garage.

Whatever word he tried to say had been quickly replaced with a weak whimper. You let out a small huff of amusement, you’d expected this.

The dull brown cotton of his slacks were out to get him, he was convinced. You’d had enough of an ego boost knowing he just came untouched, but as the light fabric began to darken as it soaked with semen, you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Look at you, making a mess so easily.”

You almost scoff, your words taunting and mean. This was your own doing, how could you possibly blame him for this? But you did anyways, and he hung his head in shame as he tried to ignore the sticky spend seeping into his briefs.

“I-I’m sorry, couldn’t help it.”

It’s recommended to ask for permission before you beg for forgiveness, but you made sure he’d never be able to attempt the former.

“Tell me what you know about counterconditioning, Spence.”

You say as you crouch down in front of him, granting the littlest bit of kindness as you start to undress him and rid him of his soiled clothes.

The brunet stumbles over his words at first, but answers nonetheless.

“I-It’s a way to reverse the effects of classical conditioning, associating a set conditioned response—“

You snap. He cums.

Spencer almost doubles over in shock as he shoots another load of sticky seed into his pants.

“With another un—fuck—unconditioned stimulus.”

You nod as you pull his cum drenched briefs and pants down his legs, and look up to him with eyes that render him absolutely useless.

“And how would I do that, to stop this?”

You emphasize your question with the swipe of your fingers across his slick covered tip. His thighs twitch around your head and he licks his lips, trying to take back what little composure he’s ever had.

“Y-You could do that–“ His eyes flicker down to where you’re touching his cock “A-And stop snapping. E-Eventually there won’t be an association between the stimuli.”

Spencer speaks with an urgency that’s only found in those who know they’re done for.

“But you don’t want that, do you?”

Your voice drips in a malicious seduction, tilting your head to the side as if to feign an innocence only he should have.

It doesn’t take more than a second for him to shake his head. Even with his cock aching and his thighs sticky, his need to obey you was stronger than the pain of his self.

So when you smile up at him, looking genuinely proud, it makes the ache worth it. He smiles back, albeit crooked and broken.

The moment doesn’t last long, of course it doesn’t. As soon as he saw you raise your hand and press your fingers together, his eyebrows wrung together and his thighs quickly shut.

It was fascinating, it was as if his body just couldn’t stop itself. Even as only a few spurts shot out of his throbbing cock. Thick white drops of cum dripped down the veiny shaft, falling all the day down his balls and onto the chair beneath him.

Spencer throws his head back and lets out a strained moan, one that was full of pain and little pleasure.

It hurt so badly, and he could barely keep up. You were simply torturing him because you could.

“I-I can’t, please.”

He begs, shaking his head when you stand up from your knelt position and look down on him like he was a filthy animal.

“I’ve only touched you once, and here you are cumming without my permission three times. How selfish.”

You degrade him, reducing him to the villain in the scenario. Tears begin to stream down his face and he can feel his heart twisting in his chest.

You’re right, he’s failed you more times than acceptable. He should feel ashamed.

“I-I know, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

Spencer practically sobs, his entire body trembles as it aches with the aftershocks of three forced orgasms.

A small huff expels from your nose and you shake your head. It was unfair, really, how easily manipulated he was.

It was your fault after all, but what was it worth if not the satisfaction of reducing this know-it-all of a man down to desperate pleads and animal-esque behavior?

You’ve got your hand held up behind your back, he knows it. He knows you too well to ever even entertain the idea you’d ever listen to him, but he’s hopeless enough to try anyways.

A sob wrecks through his throat and he feels as though he can barely breathe.

“P-Please—Stop. Can we stop, please? I-I can’t do this anymore.”

It’s cruel, the way you laugh in his face as he drowns in his tears. How foolish of him to even ask.

Maybe you were being a touch too cruel, but it was all worth it the moment you saw genuine fear fill his eyes and the slight shake of his head as he begged you one last time to end it.

But he knew better, and he couldn’t help himself as the hand behind your back echoed a snap right through his ears and out his length.

You see the way his mouth drops open in a shrill cry, and relish in the sight of nothing coming out of his poor cock in a torturous dry orgasm.

His body’s given you everything it possibly can, and yet, you just can’t help yourself.

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clementine-thedestroyer · 3 months

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Kinktober day 25/16: Cockwarming + gags - Ghost x reader

Warning/tags: Fem!reader, oral sex, ring gags, sun space, cockwarming, light bondage, a bit of drool mentioned. Pretty soft.

Genuinely embarrassing that I’m still posting Kinktober stuff.

Ghost had you on your knees, under his desk, completely naked with your arms wrenched painfully behind you, and a downright mean gag keeping your mouth held wide open.

But of course, he wasn’t even looking at you. He had his attention focused solely on whatever the hell he was working on above you- but the worst part was the lack of touch. There was no comforting hand cupping the back of your head, no fingers running through your hair, he wasn’t even holding you down on his cock- you were simply expected to stay.

You had cockwarmed him before, and you had enjoyed it. But now? Your presence wasn’t even being acknowledged, no matter how well you sat for him, no matter how long you drooled around his cock, not a single praise or hint of affection came to you. You simply were left with your chin resting on the edge of Ghost’s seat and his cock sitting heavy in your mouth.

There was nothing to do. You couldn’t even properly suck or lick at his cock because of the gag- a large metal ring with a tongue depressor that left your mouth as little more than a warm, wet hole for him to stick his cock in. Hell, your mouth was hardly even around him, it was more that his cock was laying on your tongue as you drooled around him.

Any squirming was met with warning glares, and any whines or whimpers were simply ignored. You were left with nothing to do but slip deeper into that hazy head space where nothing existed besides you, Ghost, and being good.

At some point, he pulls you off his cock, tilting your head up to look at him as he squishes your cheeks and chuckles.

“Bit drooly there, aren’t cha’, love?” He says, taking the opportunity to tilt your head down and laugh as the spit and pre-cum that had gathered in your mouth spills out onto the towel he’d placed down to protect his desk chair.

Humiliation burned through your veins. A pitiful noise filled your ears, and it took you a moment to realize that you were the one making it. Ghost only laughs at the sound, threading his fingers through your hair and scratching soothingly at the base of your scalp.

The calming gesture catches you off guard, but you’re immediately melting into the touch like butter over warm bread. You feel his fingers move from your scalp to the latch of the gag behind your head, making sure to move your hair out of the way to keep it from getting snagged as he releases the clasp. After undoing the latch, he tilts your head up and worms two thick fingers past the ring gag to ease it free.

Once the gag is out, he takes you by the jaw and gently rubs at the sides of your face, massaging gently at the soft tissue like one would scratch a dog’s cheeks as he eases your jaw back closed. You relax further into his touch, letting your eyes close and whimpering slightly at the ache of closing your mouth after having it held open for what must’ve been at least an hour.

“Ready to be done?” Ghost whispers, offering you an out before he continues. Usually, you wouldn’t get a check. Ghost would trust you to safeword if you needed, but you must seem out of it enough for him to ask for confirmation.

You give him a small nod in response- the effort slightly hindered by the hands holding your face.

Your nod doesn’t seem to fully convince Ghost, as when he lowers your head back down to rest between his legs on the edge of the seat, he doesn’t guide your mouth back to his cock. Instead, he lays it against the inside of his thigh so you’re looking towards his dick.

“You’ve done enough for tonight, love. Just let me see you for now.” Ghost murmurs. One of his hands cups the back of your head while the other wraps around his spit slicked cock, sliding easily from the base to the tip with how wet it was.

Hazily and with half lidded eyes, you watch Ghost stroke his cock to the sight of you. With how close you are, you can see every vein, ridge, and crinkle of his hand and dick, and you can hear every caught breath and wet noise emanating from his actions.

For a moment, you simply watch- spit still leaking out of your mouth and soaking into the towel below you in your dazed state- until you’re struck by the urge to continue your earlier work. You start to press sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the shaft of Ghost’s cock, sucking and licking lazily at the flushed skin.

A pleased, prideful warmth spreads through you at the cut-off grunt and increase in pace Ghost makes at your actions, and it isn’t long before the hand in your hair tightens and presses you closer to his cock. You respond eagerly, continuing your actions as you slowly drag your gaze upwards towards Ghost.

Ghost’s eyes meet yours and a long, deep groan reverberates through his chest as he juts his hips forward and spills his cum over your exposed skin.

Warm cum pools over your shoulder and the base of your neck as Ghost sits above you, breathing heavily through the fabric of his mask and slowly loosening his grip on your hair.

Once he catches his breath, he lifts you up- a hand under each of your armpits as he pulls you into his lap. Strong arms wrap around you as a deep voice rumbles against your skull, muttering soothing praises and loving reassurances at your performance.

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pipppinn · 4 months

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entrails.

notes: 18+, vomit, rin ignores you asking to stop (no safeword mentioned), afab!reader with unspecified gender, undertone of consensual to dub con, rin is a dick. shout out to @doobean thank you for beta reading this for me darling muah ♡

you feel like throwing up.

it feels like a messed up thought, especially with half of your face buried in rin's pillow. your hip hanging right above the sheets simply because rin keeps holding on to it. rin is still hard—the grith of his cock is still very there, scraping against your insides while his mouth hovers just above your nape. with breathing that spells out his impatience and all, it is very easy to know he won't let you call it quit simply after one round.

"rin, a break," you force out still. feeling the nausea grating your throat in a very pungent way. putting every last bit of strength you have left to push your body sideway, "i'm going to throw up please—"

rin, to his credit, doesn't immediately shut you up or pressed his cock even deeper into you. but you should have been smarter—a certain look crawls up into his eye. rin lets you lie on your back, yet his fingers intend to leave their shapes on your skin still. "...throw up?"

"yeah," you say weakly, biting the back of your hand afterward. you don't know if you could make it to the sink but—

"i see," rin leans over to you, a hand cupping your chin gently in contrast to the quick thrust he gives to your hips.

"hnguh—?!"

"go on," he urges, not stopping his movement one bit even as he says it like a gentle lover, "i will take care of it, clean it later. so go on."

in between your moans, you can't find the strength to protest as rin finds your spot once again.

"or..." a finger caresses right above your neck, "...do you need help with that?"

"rin, you—" as rin clasps his grip around your neck, an odd push in the back of your mouth bubbles up. you try to swallow it down, biting your own lip as you hold your breath in.

rin looks down at you almost in amusement. licking your lip in a mocking imitation of a cat while grinding his rear, sparing a few short thrusts just enough to ram against your sweet spot as he teases your clit. you look away from him, not wanting to moan like a dog at the friction he gives you down below.

"come on," rin says, the ghosting presence of his hand now starting to tighten around your throat.

"ha—ngh?!" almost instantly, you find yourself unable to breathe as rin squeezes hard around your throat.

you claw around his wrist, trying to get it away from you. in your panic and your helplessness, you forget how much stronger rin is than you. there is no smile on rin's, he neither laughs nor smirks at your fruitless attempts. yet he looks at you and keeps you there despite your pleas.

"rin, rin—rh—in—"

when your mouth finally opens, uttering his name in desperation, rin nuzzles his nose against the side of your head. his hips still shoves itself against yours almost erratically, grunts escaping his mouth as his movements turns harsher each time.

"tight," he comments, the weight of his body slowly draping itself on your chest, "you seem to like this too."

you don't give him a nod or a response, your head blanking out as you could only hold on to him, muttering through your wheezing voice, "cumming. rin—i'm—!"

as a bright static crashes into your head and your hole gushes out spurts of fluid against rin's skin, he continues to rut into you. in forms of small mercy, he merely loosens his holds around you.

you, forcing through the numbing sensation from your crotch, dig your nails around his wrist again, trying to push him away. you couldn't manage out any words still, slurring noises being the only thing coming out of your mouth, "angh—guh!"

rin doesn't spare you any bit of reaction even as you glare at him. watching you as if he is waiting for something—

which soon came the moment your nausea finally hit the roof of your mouth. before you could even attempt to stop it, instinctively you throw your head to your right. the hot burning sensation of your own bowels scratching your insides as it crawls out from your stomach.

through all this, idly and innocently, rin observes silently, sitting as if he is watching an entertaining show.

fucking bastard.

groaning those words in your mind, it isn't long until you realize you have emptied your stomach. even as the heat remains with the messy, mixed-up tingling creeping all over your body, you once again glare at rin, seething in anger, "...satisfied? it must be cute, huh, watching me like that?"

perhaps, you should have realized many things first before you start talking again. in how rin's cock is still stiff as it rests inside you, in how there is a warm icky feeling in your hole mixing along with your fluid, and in how rin is already reaching out to your face.

three fingers opened your mouth easily, not giving you a chance to struggle. rin let a finger through the stringing salivas that threads around the inside your mouth, another two fingers reaching to one corner of your teeth. as you feel both your vomit and your cum dampened the sheet, seeping to let the wet patch touch your skin in a cold, warm way, you wonder if you should really have to scream your safeword to his face.

"yeah," rin breathes, hooking one of your thighs around his hips for another round, “how ‘bout you do it one more time?"

"i will fuck you until you throw up" is erotic & morbid if you look at it from some angle. definitely come with please don't try this at home though.

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sleepyangelkami · 1 year

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ellie x reader with oral fixation 😵‍💫😵‍💫

PRETTY LIPS e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 1.4K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - who knew ellie's pretty little girlfriend could get off from simply having her lips attached to her aching pussy, literally straight up porn without a plot.

☆ WARNINGS - smut, oral fixation, oral (e.recieving), reader being obsessed with giving her girlfriend head, slight hair pulling, mattress humping, reader getting off from giving ellie oral, sub!reader, dom!ellie, pet names, smidge of after care?, lil bit of fluff at the end, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"got you all worked up, hmm?" a grunt from the girl above you as her fingers wrapped around your pretty hair, slowly wrapping little strands around her finger tips. she knew how much you liked it when she tugged on your hair, slowly and gently yet enough to have you whimpering at her touch. "just needed to put that pretty mouth on something huh?" she groaned at the feeling of you whining into her pussy, tongue making kitten licks against her clit.

she had already came twice and you knew this would be her last one for she simply couldn't do anymore. and yet, you lapped her up like a hungry dog. you couldn't help it, however, for your mouth always seemed to be drawn right there at the end of every single night. ellie knew how much you liked it, getting to lick her pussy dry and how could she refuse you when you batted your pretty lashes, doe eyes staring right up at her as if you were asking something of so much innocence. but ellie knew you weren't truly innocent, not after her, at least. and that much was enough to have her stripping herself from her jeans and pushing down her boxers so you could latch your lips to her swollen bud.

you peered up at her, innocent-like eyes as your mouth worked on her pussy. your hands were strewn to her thighs, holding them down as if she would have moved anyway, as if you would have had the strength to keep her down if she had decided to move. but she wouldn't, you knew she wouldn't for she was having too much fun like this, seeing you like this.

with one hand pulling the roots of your hair, she pulled her free one up to her head, pushing a hand down her face. "fuck." whispering beneath her breath. "oh, yeah, just like that bunny." she knew what those nicknames did to you. she felt vibrations spread throughout her as you whimpered into her cunt just at the mere sound of her voice. you couldn't help it, though, because she tasted so good. you ignored your flaming cheeks and sped up the speed of your tongue. you swirled it around her nub before sticking it right back in her hole, tasting her hot juices from before still evident from your previous work. and though she still felt so sensitive, she didn't so much as buck her hips yet, for she was enjoying this view too much. your eyes, practically rolled to the back of your head with her pussy in your mouth and you who had just begun to rut your hips right down onto the bed beneath you.

she felt herself moan, throwing her head back as she squeezed her eyes shut. the thought of you getting off from pleasing her, it was enough to make a grown woman cum in her own pants. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" as your tongue continued to devour her cunt, crude squelching noises filled the air. the only sounds in the room to be heard were such squishing noises along with the muffled noises coming from the girl who's hand was tugging much harder at the crown of your hair, the other around her mouth. "mmph." bucking her hips into your mouth as your own eyes fluttered, jaw moving harshly against her cunt.

you had your own whimpers and whines falling from your lips, muffled by her pussy as you rutted against the mattress beneath you. "fuck, bunny." her hips rolling against you, your hands made no movement to stop her own as you practically engulfed her juices. the wetness and sloppiness was enough to have you moaning, vibrations spreading throughout her whole body. "you feel so good, baby." her praises doing absolutely nothing but egging you on. you loved this, making her feel good, being able to attach your mouth to her cunt and slurp and lick at her pussy for hours on end. but most of all, you adored the way praises would fall so easily from her lips, the way it seemed as though they were so simple to say because they were so honest. "oh, yeah!" her hips thrusting into your mouth.

it wasn't the first time she had came that night and though it would probably be the last, you tried to draw it out as much as you could. but eventually, you felt the way her walls clenched around your drenched tongue that you continued to plunge into her wet holes. you were drunk off the feeling, the way her soaking cunt would feel on your pretty and soft lips. you couldn't get enough and even when her hand left her lips, when they shot down to your head, as if to force your head to stay there, as if you would move in the first place, you didn't stop the constant attack on her cunt.

your hips humped the mattress beneath you pathetically and desperately as the last few moans emitted her throat in a desperate string. "good girl." she petted, hips rolling into your mouth as you felt white hot cum shoot out from her pussy. "g-good fucking girl." holding you where you were as her bundle of nerves finally caught up to her.

and it seemed as though her praises simply did the same to you. you stopped the rolling of your own hips as you felt your knot begin to loosen. but your moans were muffled in her cunt as you came at the very same time as her, just by getting her off. and it seemed as though that only added fuel to her own fire. you whined loudly, tongue lapping up every bit of liquid that gushed from her. as her eyes screwed shut, legs shaking and you swathing every bit of cum that squirted out from her pretty pussy. you couldn't get enough, jaw moving as you chased her every bit of her juices. you were nothing short of pussy drunk.

your tongue helped her ride out her own high until finally her spluttering hips couldn't take it anymore. you felt the way her hands untangled themselves from your hair and the way her cunt became so much more sensitive and for the first time it seemed in that whole night, you pulled away from her pussy.

flushed and tired, you pulled away with your cheek instantly resting against her thigh. cum and dribble were dripping down your chin, hopelessly rolling off onto the sheets beneath you. you breathed heavily, reddened and flaming hot cheeks as you relaxed your body. you seemed to be smothered with your head between her thighs and while that was certainly the way you wished to go, you didn't exactly mean it so literally. your own hips lifted slightly, cunny feeling sensitive against the mattress.

"fucking hell." she cursed with a breathy chuckle from where she lay on the bed. sitting up slightly, moving her body upwards so she could see you, practically collapsed against her thighs. she saw the pretty mess between your own legs. "god, you're so fuckin' hot, angel." her thumb came up to your chin, swiping away the bit of cum and saliva mixed on your skin. you watched with doe eyes as she stuck her thumb into her own mouth. tasting herself. you wondered, did life get much better than this? or had you officially made it into the gates of heaven. no, you were sure that god was no where near that bedroom.

your pants grew shorter and your breathing began to regulate, however, that didn't mean that your bones hadn't completely given you up, hadn't completely forced you to collapse against her body in exhaustion. "c'mon, baby." chuckling at you as you huffed out a tired whine. "we need to get all cleaned up."

but your fuzzy mind had already began to take over. "but 'm comfy." you groaned as you cuddled into her leg as much as you possibly could.

"i know you are, bunny." slowly tracing strands of hair behind your ear. "and as soon as we get all cleaned up we can be even comfier." she sounded promising. "just need to clean us and get into pijamas, 'kay? then a whooole night of cuddling." dragging out her 'o' vowel.

you looked up at her bashfully with flushed cheeks. "pinky promise?" the sound of a whole night of cuddling? that was simply something you just could not give up, not this easily, at least.

she grinned, looking down at you as if you were made of her favourite diamonds. "I pinky promise." and she held through with that end of the bargain, you could vouch for that.

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thebibutterflyao3 · 4 months

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Day 26 - Prompt: Choose @jegulus-microfic

December Daily Series - 500 words

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Sirius cackled as he tried to pull Regulus in for a hug. “You said…you just…”

Regulus’s face and neck heated as he fought off his brother’s attempts to smother him. One swift kick knocked him off the edge of the bed. Padfoot rushed forward, tackling Sirius and slobbering all over his face.

“Pads! Gross, don’t lick in my mouth!” A scuffle ensued next to the bed.

Regulus pulled the coverlet over his head and buried himself under the pillows. If he could choose to disappear right now, he would. Better yet, if James would leave him to dissolve into a puddle of humiliation, then he could pack up his things and take the next train back to London.

He should have known the moment that he saw James that this wouldn’t work. There were red flags fluttering all over the place and he willfully ignored them, or rather ran from them. Regulus simply didn’t have the willpower to overcome soft hazel eyes and a genuine smile. He was bound to make a fool out of himself. It was a matter of time.

“Hey, don’t hide,” James huffed, tugging at the blanket. “You can’t say you were going to shag me senseless and expect me not to react.”

“Go away, Potter.”

“No! Regulus, come out of there and talk to me.”

“Piss off.”

The coverlet was a poor shield against a man much stronger than him. James pulled harder, ripping it free from his hands. Regulus scrambled higher up the bed and buried his face deeper into the pillows. He closed his eyes tight and clamped his hands over his face as James pulled those off too.

“Regulus Black, look at me,” he insisted. James wrapped his hands around Regulus’s wrists and pulled them free. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Open your eyes, you twit.”

“No!”

Sirius’s voice carried from the floor where he was trapped under the massive dog’s weight. “Give up, Reggie. He’s just as stubborn as you are.”

“Regulus,” James said softly, releasing his wrists and cradling his face. “Please look at me?”

When he felt James’s thumbs smooth over his cheeks, his eyes flew open. He was met with a hopeful smile that melted his protests on the spot. No one could withstand such gentleness, such earnest adoration. Regulus was only human, after all.

“Hi.”

An amused breath puffed out of Regulus’s nose. “Hello.”

James pressed their foreheads together and sighed. “No more running, alright? You asked me to stay, and I did. I need you to do the same.”

His voice was soothing despite the light chastisement. He also happened to be right. Regulus did ask him to stay, even though he was the one who kept running away. It only took a few days of James avoiding him to break him. He couldn’t fathom the patience it must have taken to wait for him to come around. This man was so bloody perfect, yet he wanted someone as deeply flawed as Regulus.

“I’ll stay,” he whispered.

“Good.”

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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Goldfish (SanSan AU) - 5/8

Warnings: descriptions of abuse, canon-mentioned abuse and domestic violence, mention of ramsay bolton, modern au, oral and vaginal sex

Sansa had never imagined the vast difference that existed between a man who wanted her for her body and a man who wanted her for her soul. It was as if she had never truly been desired until right now, being crushed in Sandor’s enormous arms on his leather sofa, its frame creaking and popping as he pressed her to his lap. She felt overwhelmed by him, expecting him to pull away at any moment, waiting for him to bark orders or tell her to move in a different way, directing her for his pleasure. But he didn’t. He was like a starving man at a feast, gluttonous and messy. The wetness of her mouth gleamed as it ran into the coarse, black hair of his beard. Shameless.

In spite of his obvious desire, she began to feel the doubt seep in at the edges of this experience. Eventually, this kissing would turn into fondling, and that fondling would lead to him peeling off her blouse, revealing her scars. He’d have to stop then, and he’d need to acknowledge them. His reaction would make her acknowledge them. Or worse, he’d stop. And then it would end. She wasn’t sure she could handle his response in either scenario.

She pulled back from his mouth, and undeterred, he began to suck fiercely at the soft skin of her neck, his hot tongue melting into her deliciously. He was hard as a stone beneath her, and as she rocked back and forth against him, rolling her hips to tease him, she could feel him struggling to release some of the tormenting pressure.

Sansa grabbed his face, stopping his ministrations, and he gazed up at her, confused. Slowly, as if suddenly unsure, she bent to kiss his lips as softly as she could, tasting his breath as he let go of a long sigh. She untangled herself and sank to the ground between his knees, focused now on unwrapping him.

“Sansa…” his voice was ragged. As he stared down at her, he looked like he was in disbelief.

He had grabbed her hands as she plucked his button out of its hole.

“Sansa, you -”

“Sit,” she interrupted him, her voice a little harsher than she had intended for it to be, “Sit on your hands, Sandor.”

She waited, her eyes boring into him, watching as he registered her command and began to comply. He didn’t ask why; he simply followed her orders. Good dog.

As she returned to the buttons of his pants, his head fell back against the couch, and he had shut his eyes tight, as if in pain. His breaths were measured, but his cock throbbed as she worked, waiting for her to pull it from its prison.

Finally, at the end of a long, whirring zipper, he was free. His cock stood proudly in front of her face, unsteady as his blood pounded through it. The soft covering of his foreskin looked like velvet. She looked at how his swollen veins wrapped around him like vines, leading up to a large, pink head, already drooling for her.

Her first touch at the base of his shaft make him suck air through his clenched teeth, his head still pinned to the back of the couch. She gripped him, rubbing up and down his whole length, watching as his panting increased. Still, he sat on his hands, and still, he would not look at her. But, then, as she bent it downward toward her mouth, his eyes snapped open and he peered down at her, his mouth open in shock. She smiled slightly, catching his stare, before spreading the precome around his cockhead with her lips, painting with it across his skin.

He let out a loud groan, barring his teeth again, growling through his closed jaw,

“Sansa, fuck!”

She ignored him, sucking his head into her mouth and using her hollowed cheeks to give him that wet friction he needed. As she worked, she watched him start to come apart. He wanted to move his hands so badly, his elbows and forearms fighting to keep them planted on the seat. His shoulders, huge as they were, pulled and strained in their sockets as he tried to control himself.

She licked him, long and slow, up to his head from his base, staring him down throughout her teasing.

“Little bird, your mouth, gods, your mouth. Put me in again, please. Sansa, please.”

It was nice to be in control, she thought to herself, especially of something as powerful as The Hound. She soothed him, swallowing him deeply, watching him panic at having gotten his wish.

“Yes, yes, yes…mmm, fuck. Yes. Fuck yes,” he humped up into her mouth, not as tame as he could have been, but still not removing his hands, obeying her order.

She let him find a rhythm, and as he pressed his hips up and down, she watched the way his thigh muscles rippled inside his pants, his thick waist bending and twisting to try and stuff himself into her throat. He became frantic, his moans becoming louder and faster, crying out nonsense at her. Praising her.

Then, just when she thought he couldn’t get any bigger, his cock strained, and he froze in place before beginning to shudder and tremble with ecstasy. His orgasm rattled through his body like lightning, and his come filled her mouth, running down his shaft and her chin in thick, lurid streams. She opened up wide for him to see it coating her tongue, and she was rewarded by his furrowed brow, eyes full of hungry pleasure.

Spent, he gasped for air, gazing at her as she licked him clean through hooded eyes,

“I never thought I’d have you, and now you come in here and use that mouth on me. Fuck, Sansa. That was so good.”

Basking in his compliments, she climbed back into his lap, tugging his arms around her, breaking the spell. He kissed her then, deeply, as if hoping to taste himself on her lips. She kissed him back, enjoying him for just a while longer, but with every moment that his excitement rekindled itself, she lost more and more of her nerve.

“Sandor,” she whispered between his kisses, “I should go.”

“Mm, what?” He hadn’t fully registered her message, “Go?”

“Yeah,” she ran her hands through his hair on the scarred and unblemished sides of his scalp, scratching him gently with her nails, “I’m staying with Arya until I can sell my old place, and she’s probably going to start calling me if I don’t show up.”

He pulled her to him in an earnest hug, burying his nose in her hair, obviously fretting over her, worried about her sudden desire to leave. She could tell he was not buying her excuse for a moment, and she started to formulate a better explanation. But, to her surprise, he didn’t fight her. He didn’t insist. He kissed her again and nodded his head, whispering reservedly,

“Alright, little bird, if that’s what you want. I’ll take you home.”

#game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #asoiaf fanfic #asoif fanfic #asoiaf #sansan #sansan au #sansan fanfiction #sandor clegane #the hound #sansa stark #house clegane #house stark #a break from our regularly scheduled programming #goldfish by the californicationist

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚊_𝟶𝟷_𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

The group had finally made it to Delivery Works, Y/N and Aoba were giving the box to the owner, Yoshie, while their allmates had been set down on a cough, where Ren was instantly squishes besides Yoshie's allmate, Clara. While Sushi stayed her distance from the two dogs, and began her first stretches of the day.

"What's going on Ren" Clara greets.

"Oh my goodness, Aoba, Y/N. Can I help you two today?" Yoshie asks.

"If you would" Aoba says simply.

"So how are things?" Clara asks, sat very close to Ren on the red couch.

"Well..." Ren grunts, looking over at Sushi, who was now licking her paw. He looks at her for help.

"Don't look at me"

"I can't handle anymore Yoshie~San" Aoba stutters out.

"What are you talking about? You're young, you can do it. Besides, Y/N says she's caught a horrible cough and doesn't feel well" Yoshie says, giving Y/N a sympathy look. Aoba glares at the Ombre haired girl with a glare, she gives him a sickly look yet her eyes hold amusement. Yoshie hands clasped together.

"It's been awhile since I started taking cooking classes..." She trails off "I wonder if I have gotten any better" She says with a cheery smile on her face. Aoba forced down another spoon full of cake, while Y/N tries to hold back a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand and Yoshie has a look of surprise on her face "What are you making those noises for? You are so mean to me, Aoba. Ruka, don't laugh or you'll hurt your throat more"

"So when are you coming to see me again?" Clara says, pressing into Ren's side, he sweatdrops again.

"W-well..." Ren stutters out.

"Hopefully never" Sushi mutters.

Aoba and Ren walks away from Delivery works, as they were reminded to come back soon and try their food from Yoshie, and to come over and talk about stuff with Clara.

"She's not bad, just annoying" Aoba says as he talks to Ren, with Y/N and Sushi no where to be seen. Apparently, Sushi has wondered off and started to pad over to a café having smelt something nice, and Y/N had told Aoba that she won't be long and that she'll catch up to him.

"You got that right" Ren says as Aoba begins walking into a dark ally way.

"Yeah, but you meant Clara" Aoba says as he glances down at his blue allmate. There were four men who were in the ally way, two were sat on the ground and the other two were leaning against the wall. They all turn their heads at Aoba as he ignored them and walked straight past them.

"It's not like I hate her, but..." Ren trails off. The four men that were looking at Aoba stood up and began following the two. The red-headed male grabs Aoba's hood and tugged him back, and Aoba only stopped and looked back in confusion.

"Whoa, that's a really cool brain nuts jacket you got" The red-haired male exclaims, stepping back and letting go of Aoba's hood "I could totally see myself in one of those. Come on, help a buddy out"

"They sell them in front of the station" Aoba says simply.

"Hey, do you know who your messing with? We're bug bomb" The green-haired male pulls down his sleeve to show the bug bomb tattoo "Where the strong left arm of ribsteez. Mind your manners sweetcheeks"

"Lame" Aoba says, bluntly. He's seen Y/N's own gang tattoo that was on her lower back, and he thought that was way cooler than the one that the green-haired man was showing.

"Huh, what did you just say?" The red-haired man ask, leaning closer.

"I said your all totally lame" The four males laugh.

"It's go time now. What team do you hang with?"

"I don't have a team" Aoba says.

"So you are no-mark" A person with red shoes was walking their way to the alleyway as the gang members of Bug Bomb were talking about Aoba "Well it's open season for no-marks"

"They won't even ask what happened" The red-haired gang member says back. Aoba looks at the two as they take steps closer to him with each sentence they said, but then Aoba stopped looking at the green-haired boy and looked up as a voice cut through the air.

"Yeah, but I might" A voice says. The gang members that were teasing Aoba, and Aoba himself, look up and see a man that had marron hair, yellowish yet greenish eyes, and a light blue tattoo that looked like a teardrop under his left eye, he also has a tattoo around the front of his neck, and two earrings on his left ear.

"Huh?" They laugh as the brown and blond haired males walk closer to the tear-drop man.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the gang members asked the maroon-haired man, who has a smirk on his face. He only responds with two punches to two of the gang member's jaw, instantly knocking them out.

"Don't mess with my friend or he'll break your jaw" He says " The Fox Axe Kick can take a great big dump on your day. Right? Aoba?" Aoba looks at him with pure confusion on his face as he turned to the male

"The fox what?"

"Your bad ass kick" He says "It doesn't really matter if I just give it a name, right?" the male then looks at the other two remaining gang members still standing with a glare as he asks "Seriously though, you did break a guys jaw with it right?"

"Whoa! That's Mizuki!" The green-haired male announces "The chief of all those badasses in dry juice" The two had depressed lines on their foreheads and they quickly gathered their other two gang members; they begin running out of the alley while yelling, "We're sorry!"

However, before they could get out of the alley, they run into a small body. The two conscious gang members drop their other two companions and were looking at the back of a woman, and on said woman was a jacket with a logo. Not just any logo, but a gang logo that belongs to the Ribsteez gang, Jokers. They gulp and shiver in fear as the woman turns around and they are greeted by a smiling face.

"Hello, boys" Y/N greets, her voice holding a sinister tone .

"H-Hello, Miss Karma" They stutter out. She crouches down and places her hands on their heads. She smiles and they return a shaky one before their heads are clashed together, knocking the two out. She stands back up and dusts her 'dirt' away from her hands. She looks to her left to see Sushi watching the scene, a small bag in her mouth. She begins to walk back towards her friends as Sushi follows besides her.

"They should have never picked fights if they were just gonna try and run away" Y/N says, softly "Their the reasons why we clash" She gives Mizuki a small, to which he returns.

"Talk about lame" Mizuki states, crouching down to ruffle Sushi's fur, to which she purrs.

"Just like their tag art" Aoba scoffs.

"Come on, Aoba" Mizuki says, standing up straight "You know this kind of stuff happens when you walk around without a mark don't you?" Mizuki says "But if you join me and dry juice, you won't have any kind of problems anymore"

"Whatever, man. I'm just not really into that kind of thing, all right"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking of your safety. Being on a team doesn't hurt" Y/N shakes her head, a slight smile upon her face.

"He's not gonna join a gang, Zuki" Y/N smirks "Besides, if he was to join a gang, Jokers would be his top choice" Mizuki chuckles at her childish act.

"Yeah right" Mizuki says, clasping her on the back.

In between a medicine shop and a ramen shop, Mizuki, Y/N, and Aoba were in the alley way, with Ren and Sushi. Aoba leaning against the wall while Mizuki and Y/N are sat on the stairs. The three are drinking pop that Ruka had bought when she had went of to get Sushi.

"Yeah, maybe. I just don't want to fight all the time" Aoba says.

"We get it" Mizuki says, gesturing to himself and Ruka "Kind of a ruff life" Mizuki looks at Y/N "Just think about how poor Ruka here feels. Being one of the top 3 gang in Midorijima isn't an easy thing" Aoba lets out a questioning hum and looks at Y/N and Mizuki, who was staring at the busy streets of Midorijima "Lately, I'm not really sure about how things are going with us either" Mizuki confesses with a serious expression and tone laced in his voice.

"Not sure, really?" Aoba asks with a doubting voice "I thought your Dry Juice, Koujaku's Benishigure, and Y/N's Jokers were doing fine"

"The Benishigure and Jokers? I guess their okay nowadays" Mizuki looks to Y/N who nods "But were well..." Mizuki starts as he trails off.

"Your what?" Aoba questions as he turns his body towards Mizuki.

"The problems Rhyme" Mizuki says, catching the attention of Ruka.

"Rhyme huh?" Y/N says, not very surprised.

"How am I not surprised" Aoba starts as he held onto his soda "Heard it was getting popular again"

"My guys are starting to get into it" Mizuki announces as he turns his head to Y/N, who drinks her soda "Y/N? Some of your members as well as yourself are into the game too, right?" Y/N nods her head, swallowing the pop.

"Yup, my boys started playing it at one point, and somehow I got dragged into playing. But I don't do it often" Y/N stokes Sushi, who is sat on the step below Y/N, between her legs "I don't get the point in making allmate a fight each other" Mizuki nods his head as he held up his own soda can.

"Virtual fighting sounds cool and everything, but it just ends up to be a waste of time" Mizuki finishes as he crushes the tin soda can with one hand. Aoba looks at Mizuki.

"Yeah, most games are"

"Then there's also spirited away" Mizuki adds.

"Huh, spirited away?" Aoba repeats with slight confusion in his tone of voice.

"You have got to have heard of that one, right?" Mizuki asks. Y/N nods her head as she starts to explain to the confused Aoba.

"A while back, a whole Ribsteez team just vanished and were never heard from again"

"Yeah, I have. But that's just some dumb urban legend, isn't it? And the rumour's ten years old" Y/N nods her head slightly towards Aoba's direction and looks at the ground "The same thing is happening right now"

"What?" Aoba asks with confusion clear in his voice.

"Their disappearing. But one of those guys actually came back after a couple of days. He forgot everything that happened after he was lost and when he came back" Mizuki adds.

"Amnesia?" Aoba asks, clearly getting interested in the situation.

"Dude, he totally forgot his name. It was like his brain just stopped working"

"But weren't people saying that the guys who were really behind it were a Ribsteez group called Morphine" Aoba questions the two gang leaders.

"Besides, Morphine's practically an urban legend itself" Y/N states.

"But what about the Jokers, you were seen as an urban legend?" Aoba asks, looking at Y/N. However, Mizuki beats her to it.

"No Aoba, they weren't an urban legend, they were seen as just legends because the Jokers just appeared one day and got into the top 3 gangs in the matter of 4 months" Mizuki corrects.

"Whatever it is, Morphine just needs to stay out of all of out ways and we'll all be peaceful...Minus the occasional gang fight" Y/N says, taking one last sip of her pop.

"Hey, it should be over here" The trio hears someone say as two guys ran past them and somewhere else.

"Yeah, hurry up man" The other guy of the due says to his companion.

"What's the big deal" Aoba asks as he holds Y/N's hand and pulls her up. They look back and saw different lights come from around the corner the guys ran to.

"Rhyme..." Y/N answers softly as she looks at the familiar lighting.

"I don't feel so good" Mizuki stands up "I'm gonna go" He throws his can in the bin.

"Get better soon, Zuki" Y/N says to her maroon-haired friend as he gave a backwards wave to both Aoba and Ruka.

"I will, Doll. Come by the shop sometimes soon" Mizuki calls out to them, not looking over his shoulder.

"Yeah" Aoba says simply as he watches Mizuki's back. Aoba looks at the can in his hand, and looks at the can in Y/N's before taking it and placing them on the stairs that Y/N and Mizuki were sat on previously. Aoba then picks up Sushi before placing her in his bag, besides Ren "Come on, Y/N" Aoba says, tugging at her hand towards the direction of where they saw the guys run to.

#Dramatical Murder #Reader Insert #DMMD #Dramatical Murder Fandom #Fanfiction #Dramatical Murder Fanfiction

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undead-merman · 3 years

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Can I please request some bunny! Satan nsfw with a gn reader?

Thank you for all your works, I love reading them all!

Thanks. Someone else asked for the rest so here.

🐰Yandere Bunny Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan🐰 Mating Season GN - Reader NSFW

(Contains: Breeding Kink)

Mammon

Before Mating Season

Mammon is normally very unprepared for his Rut only ever noticing when it’s a day away or just as it starts. But now that you’re there he’s overprepared, much to his dismay, as his brothers tease him for it. Dozens of different kinds of healthy snacks, mineral waters, even creams for sores. He just wants to impress you even in ways like this.

He gets more moody than normal, getting angrier and more jealous of you. Yelling at anyone who even looks at you all while pulling you closer and shoving his face into you and guiding you away. He’s also extremely touchy, grabbing you playfully, smacking your ass, or even teasing your sex before backing away red faced, realizing what he did.

He’s much more forward asking you on dates and pulling you around or forcing himself into your room to spend time with you. He simply won’t leave you alone and anytime you wander off he whines and complains and practically throws himself at you. He simply monopolizes all of your time.

He steals a lot of your clothes and belongings and hides them in his room. When you need them he presents them to you with a wagging tail more like a dog than a rabbit telling you he got it for you so you don’t have to go far and push it onto you. He likes to keep one of your pillows in his hoard and hump into it while pretending it's you. He's scared to lose himself to his rut and doing something embarrassing or hurt you in some way. He thrusts into the pillow trying to elevate his building sexual frustration but it only gets him more worked up and craving you even more.

During Mating Season

When his Rut is a day or two away he gets far more aggressive with others looking at you then ever before and will drag you away and keep you locked up with him so your attention is only on him. He’ll just hold you, unwilling to let go. He nuzzles into your neck but slowly moves to more intimate spots, too lost in the feeling of you to realize his actions. He’s just begging you to love him and adore him, muttering in your skin with his eyes closed. His ears are shaking and tail is straight up.

His Rut hits him like a truck and he's all over you, placing open mouth kisses all over your body and his hands grip your hips tightly, but you can feel them shaking from his excitement and arousal. All embarrassment flies out the window and he’s trapping you under his body, panting heavily the idea of filling you until you're so fucked out, then driving you insane by continuing.

He takes an extra long time to prepare you, fingering you slowly and reslishing in the moans you make, almost a revenge of sorts for being so wonderful smelling right before his Rut. As he fingers you he’s grinding on any part of your body his hips come in contact with. He cums once or twice on you shivering while looking frustrated from not being satisfied at all and just getting more worked up.

Once he’s inside you, his ears are shaking wildly and he’s grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly pounds you until your legs shake with exhaustion. He’s covering your body in hickies and bite marks, but concentrating them in areas you both know will be noticeable afterwards. Mammon just happily grunts out how everyone will see just how much you belong together.

Even during breaks he likes to stay inside and just have you warm his cock, he desperately craves to stay inside of you. The way he casually talks about you being bred by him is embarrassing but he doesn’t even seem to notice just paying attention to if you need to eat or rest. After he’s right back into fucking you full and raw.

He loves any position he can put you in so long as he’s closely pressed to you he hates when you're too far from him and tugs you back in close to him.

After Mating Season

After his rut is over and his senses go back to normal he’s hiding himself under the sheets horrified and ashamed of all the embarrassing things he said and did; but if you try to stand he’ll suddenly burst from his cocoon, telling you to sit down and he’ll do whatever you need.

He takes some convincing to let you roam free again and when you’re allowed to leave he’s extremely protective of you and doesn’t even let his brothers look at you for too long and starts yelling at them as he pulls you into his arms using his entire body as a shield. He has a nasty kick befitting a rabbit he’s not afraid to use if anyone touches you.

He’s your one and only mate and he’s extremely boastful of it he uses you to brag and is so proud to call you his and the thought of him successfully breeding you makes him glow with excitement he’s constantly pestering you over and over to let him do it again. He swears that doing it with you gives him good luck and you're an amazing lucky charm.

Leviathan

Before Mating Season

Leviathan is absolutely horrified by his Rut and is one of the ones to overly prepare for it at least a month in advance and has a small anime themed backpack to hold all of his essentials in. He packs a ton of water bottles with a fruity flavored vitamin powder. He gets easily dehydrated so packing them is a must unless he wants to pass out.

He tries to keep it a secret as long as possible. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment after exposure, though he really really wants to spend his Rut with you. He keeps imagining it over and over and eventually he gets too worked up and has to mastrubate to his photo collection of you.

He has a hard time looking in your eyes but can’t look away from you. He’ll stare at the back of your head, trying to keep his breathing even, but looking away when you catch him staring. He pretends not to know what you're talking about. But if anyone gets close to you he’ll hunt them down and tear them to pieces in a jealous rage

During Mating Season

When it hits he tries to stay hidden in his room drooling over some clothes he stole and whimpering your name as he sniffs it and pumps it around his painfully hard dick his head filled with nothing but you and how much he wants to see his cum overflowing inside you and dripping down your legs. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and stops hiding, seeking you out and pulling you up on his hips and carrying you home making you wrap your legs around him and him burying his nose into you rubbing his scent into you.

Expect him to apologize over and over for ignoring you and him begging for you to forgive him. He was just embarrassed he’ll apologize by licking and stroking your sex trying to make you feel so good that you forget or forgive him. Then moving your entrance and swirling his tongue around it.

He presses into you, hard, as he grips your hips with surprising strength and makes you see stars as he hits every good spot you have, and even helps you discover some new ones. Every time he cums he asks you not to spill it and he pushes as deep as he could into you.

If you pull his ears you’ll see a switch flip inside of him and he’ll shiver with every thrust pulling into you over and over. His mind just goes blank and he just wants to cum inside you as much as possible. The instinct of breeding you is the only thing on his mind after that.

Once in a while he stops for a short break, hydrating but eating like a bird the whole time he’s snuggling up with you and weakly checking his phone while nuzzling into your collarbone. Bathing with him he sinks low into the bath so only above his nose stick out of the water relaxing for a few minutes before he tries to fuck you in the bath.

After Mating Season

He buries his face in a pillow and apologizes for being so avoidant before he offers you his jacket to keep you warm as he softly rubs your sore and weak legs and wipes a cool damp cloth to clean you up. He’s shockingly not as embarrassed as he thought he would be after he just feels happy.

He’s attentive, bringing you your favorite homemade meal or snacks trying to cutely feed it to you. He claims he doesn’t want to overexert you after everything. But he just wants to take cute pictures of you getting hand fed.

After everything calms down, you find him more confident in him asking you for things especially ear scratches he’s developed an addiction to having your hands on them.

Satan

Before Mating Season

He’s had this written down and planned for a while. He knew when to pinpoint it’s start and prepared for it more and more as it came closer. He knew his emotions would be all over the place so he made sure that you knew and were properly locked inside his room with him. He’d rather avoid the clean up after. If his previous Ruts have taught him anything it’s he knows how messy he can get with dealing with annoyances. So he has you locked up so you both can get ready and stay productive until the day.

He becomes very touchy way more than before, constantly brushing up on you and scenting you before going back to whatever he was last doing. He scents you by holding your face and rubbing his palms over your cheeks and lips as well as shoving his face into the crook of your neck and nuzzling it; however, as the days go by they get more and more lewd with light pinches and/or groping.

He has everything set up like it’s going to be a week-long get away. Drinks stored in cooling containers, quick and nourishing meals prepped and a cute little “toy” to get you ready for the days ahead, though preparation is key and he reminds you of that every time you cum from it.

When he sleeps he ends up nearly chewing on your neck and shoulder and he humps you as you both sleep. He ends up ripping a lot of your clothes and the sheets as he sleeps but he doesn’t seem sorry.

During Mating Season

Satan becomes almost animalistic as he smiles at you and rips your clothes off with his teeth and one hand and suddenly palms your sex as he grinds his hard cock into your ass. He rips his own clothes off and praises your body from the crown of your head to your toes before he hauls you off to his bed.

He’s glad for the forethought of using the toy since he can’t help himself and pulls it out slowly before stuffing you back up with his dick laughing with heavy breathes as he enjoys how warm you are around him.

If you let him, he’ll bind you up, wrists, ankles, and neck, bound with leather belts as he tugs you along, using his thumbs to roughly rub your chest, making you cum over and over again until your nipples are rubbed almost swollen. He loves seeing the marks after, kissing and licking them.

Appeal to his rougher side and ask for more or even rougher treatment and he’ll completely lose his mind for you and treat you as rough as you want. He’s nearly worshiping you as you take each punishment after the last. He’s sure to kiss every mark he makes just to remind you he’s doing this in love.

He instructs you to keep every little drop he cums inside you and if you don’t he’ll be sure to spank your ass red, afterwards for any that drips out, he pushes back in with his thumb.

During breaks he’s overly sweet, kissing every mark as you rest and petting your face over and over. Pet him back and he’ll lean into it with a large blissful smile, you’ve never seen him so relaxed.

After Mating Season

He’s right back to normal after what happened but he’s now tailing you everywhere, watching over you. He makes sure that no one gives you any trouble, ready to crush, smash and rip limb from limb anyone and anything that might potentially hurt you, his brothers are included on that list of things to crush. You're his mate now and he can’t let anything happen to you.

He brings you fresh snacks, packing you lunches, and offering to take care of anything he can for you. He wants to keep you happy and in good spirits and seeing you content and taken care of makes his heart beat wildly.

He scents you even more, nuzzling you wherever he can get to and covering you with his smell. When you're alone he rests his chin on your head and just embraces you, he wasn’t a huge fan of showing affection before but when you're out of public view he’s all over you.

For at least a week he’s in a wonderful mood after spending his Rut with you, his smile dazzling and he openly admits that he’d now rather just have you in his room. You get to have a choice to stay in his room free to roam around it or you stay by Satan's side at all times. You get to pick your collar at least.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me monster headcanons #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #yandere mammon #yandere leviathan #yandere satan

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Hi bestieeee, congratulations on 1K!!! I have a request for you!! Mommy!Nat or Dark!Nat blackmailing R into sex or else R would be fired?? Thank you

I wonder who this request is from?🤔

2.8k words

Warnings: dub-con (bordering on non-con), coercion, blackmail, unhealthy power dynamic, oral sex (giving), praise, strap on sex and cum filled strap on

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You knew Natasha was coming before you saw her; before you even heard the chilling sound of her heels against the polished floors of the 46th level. You knew because you saw it in your coworkers eyes. You saw the way they cowered behind their desks and averted their eyes or made a swift exit from the area entirely. You knew because that was just how it worked at Romanoff Industries.

You were lucky enough to have your own office. Well, that should have made you lucky in avoiding Natasha's piercing gaze but it did not. Most of the time she stalked down the area outside your office she came straight to you and even if it wasn't her destination she would be sure to look in as she went by.

That was one of your less fortunate days, she was coming to see you and it wasn't to deliver a compliment about your hard work. Your boss let herself into your office without knocking and strolled over to your desk, her hips swaying in the mesmerising way they always did in those incredibly tight skirts.

"What happened to that report that was meant to be sent to me hours ago?" She demanded as she stood in front of your desk.

"Apparently someone picked up on some faults of the latest design so we can't do anything right now." You tried to explain but Natasha never did like excuses. "I don't know when it will be fixed." You continued.

"And you didn't think to tell me this?" Natasha glared.

"I thought someone would have told you." You were right, a lot of someone's had told the redhead, but apparently she needed to hear it from you too. "It's not my job to." You couldn't help but add. You knew Natasha hated when people pointed out things she didn't want to hear, more so when they did so confidently. You were one of the few who managed it, maybe that was why Natasha seemed to have it out for you. It was just a compulsion to you, to one up your boss. Even if it rarely succeeded.

You had always had mixed feelings about Natasha. Sometimes you thought when she went home at night she venturer into some cave that led to the pits of hell where she returned to her rightful throne. Other times that tough and stubborn show she put on was nothing short of admirable. There was no doubt it was what got her her success and therefore gave you a job. It was just hard to deal with when it was aimed at you individually, or what you could argue felt like personally.

"Don't give me that." She snapped. You were aware of all the eyes of your coworkers looking in on the pair of you and hanging on every word that was exchanged.

"You know full fucking well if something you're doing is going to be delayed you tell me." She was leaning both hands on your desk and leaning over to get closer to you. With such a short distance between you you had no choice but to stare back into her forest green eyes, like hell you were going to look away and back down.

"You can write that fucking report anyway. I want it on my desk today." Today? There was no way you could get that done in office hours, you would have to be working long past when you were meant to usually go home. "And when the design has been fixed you can write another one on it." She was testing you, willing you to say something you would regret. You weren't going to fall into her trap.

"Okay." You said, holding her gaze.

She didn't say anything else. Natasha stood there for another few seconds to watch you, waiting for something, anything. Then she stood back up straight and headed towards the door that she slammed closed behind her and marched back to her own luxury office.

That could have been an email.

It was approaching midnight when you finished the report. You were about to email it to Natasha when you remembered she wanted it in paper form so you begrudgingly sent it off to the printer.

It was a waste of paper you thought as you trudged over to the elevator that quickly arrived as there was no one else in the building. You figured Natasha just wanted to be that extra bit difficult. Well, you knew that was what she was trying to do.

You had worked with Natasha for longer than most, you knew her. Or rather, you knew the front she painted. You knew what annoyed her, what she wanted, what she thought of certain people and you could predict how she would conduct business down to the exact price tag of a product. But you didn't know her personally, sometimes you wondered if there was anyone who did.

You knocked on your bosses door and waited until she called for you to come in. You planned to simply walk in, put the paper on her desk and walk out to go home but once you were several steps past the door Natasha called for you to close it.

She didn't look up at you as you trudged across the ridiculously big office and put the papers down. It was only when you turned around that she spoke again.

"Stay." Was all said. You bite back a comment about not being a dog.

You turned back around and expected some speech and your attitude earlier but continued making notes on a design plan like you weren't even in the room. A few minutes of you fidgeting on your feet and looking around the office for anything interesting, Natasha picked up your report and leaned back in her chair to read it. She showed no signs that you had done a good or bad job with the report.

Finally, she put the paper down on her desk and went back to the plans. "Close the door behind you." Was all she said. You clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes once turned around to finally leave and go home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, y/n."

Turns out it wasn't as simple as writing two reports. Design after design failed. First there was a slight issue with the batteries, then the shape, then it somehow became a liability. You mentioned all these faults in your reports, as you legally had to, but it became tedious very quickly. You always hated paperwork. It was meant to be such a small part of your job. You could only hope the sudden increase was temporary, especially as it wasn't exactly one of your strengths.

You continued to work over time and met Natasha late at night, always having to wait until she finished reading till you could leave. You thought you had to be doing at least a good job with them for your boss to never say anything, because she was always ready to point out small errors. That was until one particular night.

"These reports are getting worse." Natasha scolded. The comment made your blood boil. They were certainly not getting worse, maybe the designs were but you knew it was no fault of yours.

"The designs don't work." You fired back and crossed your arms. You had been worked tirelessly on those reports and they only stated the facts.

"Do you even care about your job, y/n?" Natasha asked seriously, angering you more.

"I've sacrificed more than I ever thought I could for a job for this company."

"You're on thin fucking ice, l/n. With the way things are going I'd be in a right mind to fire you." ...what the fuck?!

"What?" It came out as more of a whisper. After everything that you had done for the company and the years you had spent there, Natasha wouldn't really fire you, would she?

"Unless you're willing to make up for it all." She said seriously with something unmistakably dark in her tone.

"I don't more extra hours than anyone here." You said, not knowing what else she could mean.

"Not more than me, something takes quite the toll. I can hardly fit the time in to distress anymore. That's where you come in." Natasha explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered around to the other side of the desk, the sound of her heels clicking echoing around the room.

There was a long moment of silence when Natasha left barely any space between you. You searched her eyes for any hint of what she was referring to but inevitably found nothing. Until she suddenly pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

"Show me what other skills you have and maybe I'll consider letting you stay." She smirked down at you and ran the back of her hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw. "Entirely your call."

"Natasha this is crazy." You tried to reason but it was hard to ignore the faint throbbing you felt from being on your knees for her. "I could tell someone." For the first time ever, you heard her laugh. She threw her head back in a mocking laugh that soon turned into taunting chuckles.

"Y/n, who would believe you over me? You can be my guest and try but you'll never have another job in this city again, maybe further if I feel like it." She shrugged. You gulped and felt your breathing shake. Fuck.

Natasha, apparently impatient, hiked up her skirt and leant back against her desk to look at you expectantly. Your mouth suddenly went dry when you caught sight of her bare pussy, having not had any underwear on. You wondered if she often sat around like that. If she sauntered around the building and into your office where you could easily let your fingers wander up her skirt. Did she always leave them off for you?

"If you want to keep your job I suggest you get to work." She spoke. You tentatively moved forward and gripped onto her thighs for support, still looking up at her for any signs of a tell.

She was positively soaked. You could see her clenching in anticipation, the sight and musky smell entirely inviting. So you licked a long strip of the redhead's folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her. Sweetness was hardly what you expected given the tough and cold exterior of your boss, you hadn't expected it to be so instantly addictive either.

You pushed your tongue further inside the redhead who gave a breathy moan in response. At that, your mind was made. You sucked harshly on Natasha's clit and felt it pulse rapidly between your lips before returning your tongue to where she needed it most.

"Look at how much you're enjoying this." Natasha smirked as she looked down at the beyond contented glint in your eyes. "So good at pleasing you like mommy."

You worked your tongue tirelessly inside her, spurred on by the blissful sounds that fell from the redhead's mouth with every flick and curl of your muscle. You were lost in the incomparable taste of her and hoped it would be something that lingered on your tongue for a while. You were in awe of the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her eyes clenched shut every time your tongue brushed against some beautiful nerve ending. The sounds she made when you did so rivalled the faux sweetness of a siren's song. You knew the dangers of being lulled too far but you wanted to explore it entirely, convinced there was some hidden beauty that no one else could see.

"Fuck, so good." Your grip on Natasha's thigh tightened when her hold on the back of your neck did. She started to buck her hips against your mouth and her breathing patterns became more irregular. Your boss seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing from you as her eyes shut firmly and her movements became more erratic. But even then she held onto her power over you.

"I want you to swallow every last fucking drop." She ordered and gasped when your nose bumped against her clit. You picked up the pace of your tongue, making sure to swipe it against all the spots you had learnt made her shudder.

Her nails were practically digging into your neck when she reached her high. Her breath got caught in her throat before she gave the most animalistic moan you had ever heard. She furiously bucked her hips against your face as she rode out her high and relished in every wave of pleasure.

She recovered impressively quickly and was still raring to go, apparently having more plans for the night. She smiled down at you with a glint of the devil in her eye as she stood back and turned around to retrieve something from her desk, telling you to sit on her chair.

You were anticipating Natasha to return the favour, especially given how much she clearly enjoyed what you had to offer. Instead, she slipped a harness through your legs and pulled it up to your waist where she fastened it to sit securely. It was only when she moved away that you saw the size of the red toy, standing proudly and daringly. You wouldn't be surprised if your boss couldn't make it fit, yet again about to see that you really didn't know her. She was unpredictable and nothing short of it.

Natasha straddled your legs until her knees hit the backrest of her chair and her cunt was lined up with the toy. You went to hold her waist to guide her but your boss grabbed your wrists harshly and pinned them to the chair either side of you with a warning look.

She lowered herself onto the toy and groaned when the head of the toy alone started to stretch her. She kept her strong grip on your wrists as she looked more of the strap and you could only watch on in awe as the fake cock disappeared inside her.

Natasha moaned loudly and paused half way to adjust herself and breathe heavily before slamming herself down on the rest of the toy. "God." She grunted. "Mommy feels so full."

"Let me help you mommy." You tried but she shook her head.

"You don't get to touch right now." Was all she said before she lifted herself partly off the toy and slammed back down drawing another beautiful moan.

Your boss continued this for a while until she found herself in a rhythm that pleasured her deeply. You could see her juices smeering the toy everytime she withdrew and the sight alone made you groan, you already wanted to taste her again.

She rode you with vigor as her pace increased as did her grip on you. Profanities spilled from her mouth like a song that you wanted to join in with but you were too fixated on the sight infront of you. Natasha's bra clearly wasn't all that supportive because her breasts bounced with each thrust downwards and you wished more than anything that you could reach out and take her top and bra off to cup them, even tweak her nipples between your fingers to see her squeal.

"Gonna cum- fuck! Mommy's gonna cum on your cock and you're going to fill me up more." She said between moans and gasps. You didn't really understand what she meant by fill her up more but you weren't going to object, not when you wanted to see her cum again so badly.

She suddenly let your right hand go and grabbed on to the back of the harness. You were confused until you felt something click and Natasha was moaning louder than she had all night. "Your cum feels so good in me." She all but screamed before jerking her hips wildly and cumming around the toy.

She fell forwards slightly and grinded against the toy to ride out her high desperately. You gripped her hips with your free hand and moaned when you saw some of the cum leaking out of Natasha's pussy.

With a groan, you pulled your other hand out of the redhead's grasp and lifted her up and down onto her desk where she looked up at you with blissful eyes. "Don't go thinking you have any control." Natasha sneered but gasped when you withdrew the strap and snapped your hips forwards again.

"We'll see."

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tokrev-roses · 3 years

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Cool Cool Boy

although you are happy with your love, your ex-boyfriend wants to be a part of your life again. jealous boyfriends and phones involved + NSFW (original request)

🖋Genre: Smut (Mikey, Draken Chifuyu), Fluff (Baji)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ for everyone but Baji, description of the female body and sexual acts, bad writing/grammar/spelling

👥Characters: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji

❧ Keisuke Baji

Fancy dates are not his thing

It was not only that he had a budget, being a middle schooler and everything, he also simply didn’t vibe with it

But it was your anniversary, so he saved up all his pocket money and tried to behave so mama Baji would let him out

Cue to him waiting in front of a popular restaurant for young couples, wearing his edgy street clothes

And to both of your surprise, everything went smoothly

He excused himself to the restroom for a sec, and while you were waiting at your table, daydreaming about the beauty of this evening, someone sat down on Keisuke’s chair

You turned towards the person, fully expecting to see your boyfriend, but were met with a less than pleasant view. Your ex-boyfriend greeted you with a satisfied smirk.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n? You know, I always thought you were one of those girls who loved fancy stuff, considering how much you loved our dates and my presents. That you’d settle for someone who is unable to offer you more than this…” He made a derogatory gesture towards the other tables.

This was no high-end restaurant with view over the Tokyo skyline, but it was Baji who put a lot of effort into this, and it meant more to you than anything else

As you were about to respond, a shadow towered over your ex

“What do you think you are doing her punk?”

“This is the trash you left me for, y/n?”

As he was about to laugh, Baji seized him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him away like actual trash

Knowing Keisuke, you tried to stop the enraged berserker he was about to turn into. No need for a brawl in the middle of a restaurant

You managed to calm him, nonetheless the manager kindly asked all three of you to leave

Keisuke kept quiet on your way home. You knew why. He actually wanted everything to be perfect, to show you how much you meant to him and it was ruined by his temper and a slimy asshole

„♪Kei-Su-Ke♪“, you poked the dimples of your grumpy boyfriend. “I loved this evening. Minus that idiot, but that was none of your fault.”

“Hm.”

He kept walking.

Ok, you’d have to bring the big guns in

With two big steps you were behind him to give him the strongest back hug possible

“Ya, you punk. Wanna pick a fight?”, your effort to imitate his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“As if a small fry like you could win against me.”

With that you knew the ice was broken. What you didn’t expect was him turning around fast as lightening, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

You tried to scream but it ended in heartful laughter

A perfect anniversary indeed.

❧ Manjiro Sano

(Future!Mikey, Dark-Haired)

King of jealousy and most possessive out of all the boys, so you can imagine his reaction as you told him your ex-boyfriend visited you at work

The mood instantly shifted

“Come on, Manjiro. He didn’t ask me to marry him or anything.”

This joke was not appreciated by him, and he stayed broody for the rest of the evening

You should have known that he was up to something as he suddenly became very touchy with you, but you pinned it on his neediness

Things got even stranger when he didn’t let you touch or pleasure him, but instead kept making you feel like wax between his fingers

It wasn’t just the way he abused your neck with longing kisses or how he caressed the sides of your body with featherlight touches as he made his way downwards. Not the way he fondled your breasts with the utmost care, kissing and sucking your nipples until you couldn’t keep your whimpers from spilling.

The satisfied smile he gave you as you made the first sound should have shown you that there was more to it, but you were so lost in pleasure, that you really didn’t care

Things got worse (or better) for you as he reached your most intimate spot

If he was skilled at pleasuring you before, he was a god at doing so today.

White pleasure blinded you as his velvet tongue explored every part of you. Every moan and whimper you gave him was met with a pleased hum that vibrated through your body.

When you couldn’t stop your own need from feeling every part of him on you, you used your hands in his dark hair to push him closer to you.

Instead of understanding your silent plea like he usually would, he just kept going and going until your vision got blurred by tears and your voice was hoarse.

Only then he let you go, mumbling something you were too tired to understand.

You slept well that night, with Mikey hugging you loke a koala

It was only when you looked at your phone the next morning, that you realized what he had done.

A chat with your ex-boyfriend, who must have written you last evening about going out for dinner, cough your eye. Your answer, which you definitely didn’t send, consisted of a 30 second audio.

Innocent you played it, of course, and it took you a second to realize what exactly you were hearing.

That was you. You, moaning in ecstasy. You were frozen in place an listened all the way through it

The audio ended with a raspy voice you knew all too well

“She is busy with me.”

❧ Ken Ryuguji

Your phone was broken.

It did not show you, who tried to call you and called people you never meant to call. That’s why instead of putting it in your pockets, it usually laid somewhere beside you. Like today as you were cooking dinner for your finance who was about to come home from his bike shop very soon

The last days had been a bit stressful, he had a lot to do, couldn’t spend any time with you and you went to meet your ex-boyfriend for coffee, as he himself was about to get married soon

Ken tried to be understanding, but the amount of your time this past fling consumed annoyed him

That’s why he wanted to make up for lost time this evening

He didn’t hesitate when he saw you standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan and looking so perfect

On swift move and the giant had placed you on the counter, standing between your spread legs, face buried in your neck

“Well, someone seems eager.”

He wasn’t willing to waste time with your teasing but begun to assault your lips

Heavy breathing filled the room as he cupped your chin with one hand and tried to get rid of your clothes with the other

Your bodies soon met with a pleasurable sensation, moving in synch.

You held on to him like your life depended on it, ankles hooked behind his back

He wasn’t one to moan, but his heavy breathing had something so unexplainable erotic to it, that it made up for the missing foreplay

One couldn’t be without the other and if it wouldn’t have been for the laws of nature, you would have said that your brains your hearts and your pleasure became one

Sweat made the counter slippery, and your voice became raspy as you finally reached your high together

“Well, hello there.” You could literally hear the smirk on his lips as he said this.

“…hello?”

You thought you were hallucination from your post-orgasmic bliss as you heard another voice talking to the both of you. But Ken’s shocked face as he looked towards your phone woke you up

It couldn’t be that your phone called your ex-boyfriend, right?

Right??

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

It’s not like Chifuyu needs your attention all the time, but he kinda needs it when he wants it you know?

And today he really needed it

He had given the shop into the hands of his partner, Kazutora, to spend some time with you, as a surprise

The thing with surprises was, that they usually came at the worst times

His mood went downwards as he came home and instead of giving him a confused hug, asking him why he was home already, you were on the phone with god knows whom

He thought you’d end the call soon, so he gave you some space, but as you kept laughing 30 minutes after he arrived, he got annoyed, to say the least.

He didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but your constant laughter, bickering and smiling made him…curious

It seemed like your former high school sweetheart had called to “remember the good old times”, and although it wasn’t like him at all, he slowly but surely felt anger bubbling inside of him.

You had settled for the couch, and although the other party was on the phone, he felt the need to touch you, so he laid down between your legs, head resting on your stomach

You, of course, noticed the sour mood hanging in the air (not just because he followed you around like a lost puppy while you were phoning this old friend of yours)

So you petted his hair, knowing it would calm him

But the time for appeasement was over, at least for Chifuyu. He knew that you knew that he wanted you to hang up, yet you didn’t

It started as an innocent kiss on your stomach, which you answered with a silent chuckle, shaking your hand to signal him to stop

That he ignored it would be an understatement

Something you realised as he started caressing your intimate part through your clothes

As your friend on the other side was continuing to tell you about his life, your attention was captured by the innocent puppy-dog eyes your boyfriend gave you as he got rid of the annoying layers keeping him from feeling you

He began giving you kitten licks, that literally took your breath away. Good for you, the other man didn’t notice

Chifuyu, that devil, knew what he was doing, keeping eye contact with you while doing the most sinful things to you

It got worse as he took your pearl between his soft lips and started sucking

You had to press your fist on your mouth to keep any sound from spilling

He continued his assault with a steady pace, and you wanted him to stop as much as you wanted him to continue

“Y/n, are you still there?”

You hadn’t noticed that the excited voice on the phone had stopped

Faster than you could react, Chifuyu had snatched your phone away from you.

His breath tickled your now wet parts as he answered

“Something came up just now, and she needs to come. Try again, pal.”

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lilyblyss · 3 years

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So a while ago I was on a call with some friends and they said "Man, I'd really like a fic with Nanami and his mimosa drunk wife wanting to have sex with him" and I said "give me four months" and here we are lol. This really... got away from me and isn't as sweet as I thought it was going to be going in lol

Warning/Tags: 18+, Fem-bodied reader, Dub-con (???); Drunk YN, manhandling, ignoring “no”, fem-bodied reader, no pronouns, a slight corruption kink if I can call it that? Coercion, impact play (two hits), and I think that's all?

Sunday mornings were Nanami’s days off. Sometimes he spends it with his wife; lounging in bed until the late morning, cooking a late breakfast, and simply indulging in each other until the night slips in and lulls you both to sleep. Other times, you go out for breakfast with your friends, leaving him with a hot pot of coffee and a buttered croissant ready to be reheated in the oven. It seems today was one of those Sundays.

He woke up around ten in the morning. He let a small smile grace his face, getting out of bed and throwing on his grey cardigan and dark blue sweatpants. He headed to the kitchen, making his cup of coffee and opening the newspaper that sat nicely on the kitchen island. He moved to the loveseat in the living room, sighing pleasantly as he leaned back, allowing the warmth of the sunlight peeking through the curtains to bathe him. It was a wonderful start to a late morning and the only thing that could make this any better was the hum of his wife, moving around and trying to find something to do.

He didn’t have too much time to miss you though. A little past eleven, rhythmic knocking on the door pulled him away from his flicker with the TV remote. He was a little confused though; you never went anywhere without your house keys, so the thought of you being locked out was almost unfathomable.

When he opened the door you had your face heavily leaned forward as you wrestled with your bag, no doubt trying to get it open. He watched for too long as you patted the pockets of your skirt, probably to see if you had another set of keys with you. He called your name and you looked up at him in shock, almost as if you were surprised your off-work husband would be there to open the door for you. It took longer than necessary for your eyes to recognize him, and a dazed smile grew on your face. He sighed, cursing at the situation.

“Kento!” You slurred, reaching forward to lean against the door. “Hi, hey, you come here often?”

“We live here.” He leaned out the door, eyes scanning the cars to see your friends about to drive off, mouthing apologies. “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

You pouted. “I’m barely even tipsy, lemme in the house.”

He shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist, making you lean your weight against him. He reached down, hand wrapping around the back of your knee to lift it and pulling your shoes off your feet. The weight of his hands against you caused a shiver to run through your body and warmth to spread through your body. It hadn’t been that long since the two of you had been intimate, but the alcohol flowing through your system did nothing but make your thoughts linger on just what Nanami could do to you. You whimpered when the hands on your waist tightened when you swayed.

“What were you even drinking?” Nanami asked, all but carrying you to the couch. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs basically dead weight, not feeling the need to walk if Nanami was going to take care of you.

“Mimosas,” you replied, leaving little kisses on his neck. He sighed, trying to gently lay you on the couch, you refused to release him even when he sternly called you. He unwraps your arms from his neck and you huff when your back hits the plushness of the couch, pawing at his open cardigan. “Kento, kiss me.”

“Sweetie, you’re drunk,” He says, trying to gently pull your hands away from him. You shook your head, refusing to let him go.

“No, I'm not, I'm barely even tipsy! It’s fine, just kiss me!”

He stared at your puppy dog eyes for a moment before kissing your forehead. You whined, pulling him closer to you, arching your back to press your chest against his. Your cry of ‘more, Kento’ sounded needy in your ears, but the way it pressed against the skin of Nanami’s neck was arousing to him. Nanami groaned, placing his hands down and curling his fingers in the cushion. He tried to keep himself up, not wanting to crush you, but you continued to try to pull him to you. You whimpered again, moving one of your calves to hook behind his knee.

“Kento, please, I want you.”

“What, are you really that horny?” His breathing was getting heavy; it was nice to know that your needy actions were getting a rise out of him.

Your usual response would have been something sassy, maybe a little bashful or flirty, something that would put a smirk on Nanami’s face, but you just wanted his hands on you. Your usual coyness was nowhere to be found as you ground against his thigh. “Yes, Kento! I want you to fucking kiss me.”

Despite feeling like kissing you now would be crossing the line, Nanami kissed you. He tried keeping the kiss soft; sweet and wholesome to not encourage anything more than just a kiss, but you didn’t want that. You lightly licked his bottom lip, coaxing his lips open to deepen the kiss. Even though he didn’t want to indulge you, Nanami let you, letting out small groans as your tongue licked against the roof of his mouth, cringing at the taste of sweet citrus masked alcohol. Still, he kept the kiss nice and slow, forcing you to follow him instead of the other way around.

Seeing that your kiss wasn’t doing the trick, you snuck your hand down to the front of his pants, cupping the growing erection, gasping when he caught your wrist with a deep groan.

“Don’t.”

“You wanna touch me too, don’t you?”

He let his head gently drop against yours, “You make it sound so easy.”

“It is. Touch me. Please. I want you so much, Kento.”

He let out a curse, your hand pumping him a few times before one of your fingers circled the head, each time he bucked his hips, you loosened your grip slightly, teasing him. You released him, bringing both your hands to his shoulders and massaging them a bit, running your lips against his strong jawline. He let out a low grunt, shoulder muscles flexing as he tried to resist the urges quickly growing inside him, and you weren’t doing anything to help him.

Arching your back, making sure to press your breasts against his chest, breathing lewdly against his lips, watching as his cheeks began to warm into a flushed red color, you knew you had him.

One of his hands cupped your chin, bringing you into a hot kiss, his other arm wrapping around your waist and finally pressing his weight against you. He briefly wondered if he should try and move you to the bedroom, but you quickly made that decision for him by fully wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him flush against you. The fabric of your skirt kept you from rubbing entirely against him, but the friction it caused against your clit was nice. He figured you didn’t mind being fucked against the couch and the way you were moving your hips against him made him not mind either.

He tried to pull your shirt off, but you wouldn’t stop squirming and making it hard for him. He pulled away, licking his lips. You whined at him, once again trying to pull him into you. He placed his thumb against your bottom lip, delighted when you automatically pull it into your mouth and suck. “You’re being so needy, love.” He murmured.

“Because I need you,” you sighed, teeth lightly digging into his finger as you spoke.

“I need to get your clothes off then.” He tried to pull away again, but the thought of him pulling away didn’t sit right with you. You tightened your hold on him, leaning forward and biting his neck harshly. He groaned in slight pain, his hands moving to your waist and forcing you against the couch. The breath was pushed out of your lungs when he grabbed your wrists from around his neck, pinning them to the couch.

You rolled your hips against him, letting out a small moan when he rolled his hips against yours, pressing you more into the couch. You let out a soft sigh, “Kento, please.”

Moving both your wrists to one of his hands, he used the other to push your shirt over your chest, lightly fingering the lace of your bra before pulling it down and letting your breasts spill out. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and nibbling it. You tried to pull your hands from Nanami’s hold, groaning when he bit you, sucking a hickey against the curve of your breast. Your head leaned back, mouth laid open as Nanami humped you slowly, wanting more of him. You plead with him again, one of your feet trying to hook on the side of his sweatpants.

He grabbed your ankle, pushing it away and reaching under your skirt to touch you. “We have to get your clothes off first.”

You pouted, "Then stop getting distracted!"

"I have to make sure you're ready for me." He stated hotly, hand almost aggressive as he grabbed one of your thighs, making a space for him between them. Even though Nanami seems like a paragon of patience, it wasn't amiss for him to lose his temper from time to time, especially when you're being bratty.

His thumb pressed against you, large hand laying against your hip, pulling it back in shock when he pressed directly against your wetness. You whined at the loss, trying to buck your hips against his hand, “You don’t have to! Just put it in!”

Nanami inhaled deeply, eyes dilating as he took you in. “How long have you—where is your underwear?”

“I took them off at the restaurant before we left,” you said hurriedly, bucking your hips angrily because he simply refused to touch you. “I was thinking about you before we left brunch. I wanted you inside me, so I made sure I’d be ready for you, so please.”

Instead of him taking his pants off and fucking you like you hoped he would, he pulled away, pushing your knees against your chest. He fell to his knees in front of you, wasting no time putting his lips against your warmth. Foreplay was always Nanami’s favorite part; he loved watching you become desperate for his touch, wanting you to be able to see you lose yourself in pleasure, and hated the thought of anyone else getting to see you in such a state besides him. But the more he thought about you, desperately thrusting your fingers into yourself at some bathroom, hoping that would make you ready to take him when you returned home, the more he wanted to make you feel good.

There was no way your fingers would reach what his longer ones could, or stretch you as his thicker ones could.

His tongue vigorously pressed against your entrance, wrapping his hands around your thighs when you began to buck against him.

“N-no! Kento, please fuck me!” You gripped his hair hard, pulling it just as you began to shiver as his tongue worked inside you. Whenever Nanami ate you out, he always made sure he was thorough, almost as if he was eating you out for himself instead of for you. Right now was no different. Even as you pushed against him, telling him you were ready for his cock, damn near begging for him to fuck you, all he did in response was wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You thrashed around, trying and failing to push his head away from you, tears sitting against your bottom lashes as he continued to ignore you. His tongue persisted, thrusting in and out of you sensually, and you could feel your orgasm building quickly thanks to the alcohol. You whined deeply, thighs squeezing Nanami’s head as a way to get him to slow down, not wanting to come until he was inside you.

You cried out when his palm harshly landed against your thigh, tensing at the hold he suddenly had on you. He pulled your legs apart, and you tried scooting away from him.

“Behave,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him by your thighs, “you know how I hate to be interrupted while I’m eating.”

You wanted to push against him more, but with his grip, you knew there was little you could do. He refused to stop, continuing to tongue fuck you as if it would be the last time he’d ever get a taste of you. Your hands ran through his hair and this time instead of trying to push him away, you pulled him closer, needing to ground yourself as you blew through your orgasm, not having the sense enough to muffle your moans and screaming into the open air. Your legs locked around his head, holding him in place as you came down from your high, breathing heavily as Nanami groaned against you. He pressed kisses against your lower lips until your legs loosened against him and your hands went slack in his hair. He smirked, leaning back and licking his lips. He delighted in the way you struggled to calm yourself, legs shaking slightly as he forced them open, placing his fingers inside of you.

“Good job,” He hummed.

“Kento,” you moaned weakly, placing a hand on his wrist as his fingers curl inside you. His unoccupied hand moved to his pants, pushing the waistband of his pants down and palming his cock. He let out a deep breath as he jerked himself, moving slowly despite his fingers moving so quickly inside you.

“Don’t rush me.”

You could tell he was starting to get irritated with your behavior, but you couldn’t find the will to care. Nanami was thorough in all that he did and pleasuring you was no exception. And while Nanami would never say it out loud, one of the biggest pleasures he got from sex was setting the tone, slowly building you both up to that wonderful end. Making sure to take the time to explore all your sexual avenues was what Nanami longed for in sex. While you loved his slow approach, his need to make sure you were taken care of in every sense of the word, you needed him now. You didn’t need orgasm after orgasm today, you didn’t need the slow approach. All you needed right now was him inside of you.

“Kento, hurry up!”

The shocked yelp you let out was matched only by the sound of his hand connecting with your thigh again, and this time hard enough to smart.

“I said don’t rush me.”

The gruff developing in his already deep voice made you clench around his fingers. You could feel your heart both flutter and drop. It seems as if you’d pushed him a little too much. The way his fingers stopped inside you, holding your hip firmly with his other hand, making you wait and once again forcing you to play by his rules, was an indicator of that.

“You want me?” He said it like a fact because he already knew the answer. You resisted the urge to throw your head back in desperation.

“You already know,” you gasp out, breath catching in your throat when he curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot roughly as a punishment. “Fuck, Kento.”

“Say it. I want to hear it now so we can continue.”

You glanced at him, eyes pitifully wet with want, breathing heavily through your nose, hoping that your face could motivate him to take you already. It didn’t, all he did was watch you, eyes dilated and his eyebrow raised. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, but he was being difficult just for the sake of being difficult it seemed. Nanami was just as likely to throw a tantrum in his own way as anyone else.

Sighing deeply in faux disappointment, he pressed against your g-spot again, leaning forward and pressing kisses to your lower stomach, taking his sweet time while you squirmed. “I don’t mind making you come again, love. I have all day after all.”

You could still feel the sensations of your last orgasm dancing up your nerves, and knew that with the way his fingers were pressing against you, he’d either send you through another orgasm, or he’d overstimulate you. Knowing Nanami Kento, he was probably aiming for both.

“Please, god, please fuck me, Kento.”

With that, he was satisfied, coming up from his knelt position, making himself comfortable between your legs before slowly pushing himself in. He groaned when you bucked your hips, moaning as you tried to speed up the process. You’d think after coming once and him fucking you open with his fingers, he’d think you were ready to be fucked. But Nanami was nothing if not overly prepared. Instead of grabbing your hips, forcing you still like you’d expect of him, he glared at you, thrusting the rest of himself into you. He only gave you a moment to adjust before he thrust rapidly into you, no longer wasting any time.

Each thrust forced a moan out of you, briefly shocked that Nanami would start with such a rough pace. Then, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face against the skin of his neck, and let out a choked chuckle hidden under the gist of a moan. Knowing that the usually morally upstanding Nanami Kento, who made sure he had your explicit consent before even kissing you, was pushed to the point where he was fucking you within an inch of your life while you were drunk. And your friends had insisted that you couldn’t do it. This was a boost to your ego, and you shivered at the thought.

Nanami, already having a clue to what you were thinking, groaned. “You’re truly unbelievable.”

You giggled again. Despite how it seemed, you knew Nanami doesn’t mind the rough play a little bit. Though sometimes you push your own limits, Nanami enjoys moments like these where he can let loose and just do without having to think too hard about it. Besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy being manhandled and roughed up by Nanami. So the consequences might be a little discomfort between your legs, or maybe a small limp for a day or two, letting Nanami use you to let out the stress he accumulated during the week was worth it.

#nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #nanami supremacy #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent

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In the dark mirror au, have their been instances were kittypet queens kinda just expect their kits to be taken and make sure that they're ready? Like, Thunderclan breaks into a Twoleg nest and instead of fighting the queen, she's just like "I've got two mollies and a tom, one of the mollies is a little small, though I think she's big enough to still go with you. I gave them forest-y names; Pebble, Fern, and Sparrow, please let them keep their names as a final gift from their mother." Has something like that ever happened?

Wow, that's depressing...

So, I must put it in:

Story below the cut:

Paprika was a fool.

She had known of the raids the forest cats sometimes launched on the neighborhood cats. She had known of the kits that had been stolen and of mothers and fathers who had been injured when they tried to protect them.

Yet, she had also known that the raids were rare, more often done on loners, rogues, and city cats. The forest cats didn't want to draw the ire of the humans by attacking their pets too often. Rather, their attacks on the neighborhood were more often made at those who had strayed too close to their beloved trees.

So, Paprika had dismissed the concerns of her friend Trixie when she'd told her of her plans to have kits. The last raid the forest cats had been just about a month ago. Often, they only happened two or three times a year. Paprika had seen a number of kittens born, grow, and be given their own housefolk.

Paprika had always wanted kits, little ones running around under her paws. She'd daydreamed of the things she would teach them. Like, the best places to sharpen your claws, the names of types of birds that came around the feeder, how to get your housefolk to scratch the itch you couldn't reach, and so much more. And, like the idiot she was, she'd decided that it was safe to finally have her own.

She'd been given birth to three precious kittens three months later. Two mollies and a tom. Two weeks went by without issue. Parenting was a little harder than she anticipated, but with the help of her housefolk, she took to it rather easily. The kittens had opened their eyes and ears and explored the world that was the basket in the kitchen.

A week later, a forest cat had been spotted four houses from her own. It had simply walked along the fence, looking into houses, and disappeared about an hour later. Paprika kept a closer eye on her kittens. They had begun to babble, weakly attempting to mimic her own words.

Two nights after that, the cat was seen again. Two houses from her own. It had done the same thing, watching the houses, before going off once again. Paprika decided to stay in the house instead of spending her mornings and evenings outside chatting with the neighborhood cats and dogs. Her kits had started mewing their first word. "Mama"

Two nights later, Paprika was awoken by nothing. Her kittens lay sound asleep next to her. She gave each of them a lick on the head, heart warming as they purred contently. Her housefolk had gone to bed a little earlier than usual. She could hear him snoring away. With a yawn, she turned her head towards the window. She froze.

Wide, orange eyes locked onto narrowed, green ones. Paprika had never seen a forest cat before. It was big, far bigger than her. She couldn't see much of its details as it had its back turned to the light of the moon. But she could see its eyes slide over to where her kittens were nestled against her, and the glint of fangs as its mouth parted into a wide, wicked grin.

Paprika bristled, alarm shooting through her body. She turned in the direction of her housefolk's room, wondering if she could wake him up before the forest cat could try anything. But when she turned back to the window, it was gone. Paprika didn't go back to sleep.

Rage hit first, then indignance, then helplessness. There was nothing she could do to protect her kittens. She'd personally seen the wounds on cat who had fought back. The forest cats never killed them, but they left some wishing they had. She plead for help, but no one would. Many cats turned their noses, sneering that she deserved it for making such a idiotic decision. Others simply gave her a pitying look, unwilling to risk their lives for a pawful of kits. They told her to accept her fate. Some of the dogs had wanted to help, but were unable to escape their backyards. Deep down she'd known better than to bother asking.

So, she did the one thing she could think of. She prepared her kittens for the inevitable. She made up stories of strong, noble cats who fought monsters in the woods. She taught them a hunting a crouch as best as she could. They began to speak in full sentences. They played games like "Hunter" where one of them was a mouse and the others had to catch them, or "Battle" where their made up groups fought off monsters.

It took longer than she thought, about a month later. But, she wasn't surprised when one night when her housefolk had gone out they appeared in the kitchen , eyes gleaming, claws flexing. No doubt prepared for a fight. They were big, and their pelts were unnaturally glossy and sleek. Paprika eyed each one, a spotted molly, a light gray tom, and the cat she'd seen in the window. His jaw was scarred and crooked.

She sighed quietly, numbness overtaking her body. She nudged her kittens to the strange cats, ignoring the confused squeaks of protest. The foresters blinked at her in surprise, expecting her to fight back or at least run.

"These are my kits," she began quietly, "there are two mollies and a tom."

She nudged the first kit, a dark tabby molly. "This one is Sparrow, she's the eldest." The bold kit swatted at the spotted she-cat when she bent to pick her up. The wild cat withdrew, hissing slightly, before snatching her up roughly.

"Ow!" Sparrow cried, "Mama! She's hurting me!"

Paprika flinched, but nosed her second kit, "He is Fern, the second oldest." Fern, took a slight step back, glancing back warily.

"Mama?"

He didn't fight when the gray tom picked him up, gentler than the spotted one had been with Sparrow.

A lump had begun to form in her throat by the time she turned to her youngest, the runt. "This is Pebble, she's the youngest. She's a little small but-" she paused to choke back sob, "but, I think she's strong enough to make the journey."

None of the cats moved. The crooked jawed tom stared at the kitten for a long moment. Finally, he sneered, speaking for the first time, "Scrap couldn't even survive a stiff wind." He flicked his tail, and the other two cats moved towards the door.

A strange mix of relief and guilt made Paprika's legs quiver. She quickly took her littlest one back to the basket, almost afraid he'd change his mind if she took too long. Her other kittens cried for her as they were taken away from the basket, away from their home, away from her. She curled her paws around her littlest one, not daring to face the foresters again, unable to face the looks of betrayal her kittens were surely throwing her.

She heard a scoff from behind her, the spotted molly, "I told you kittypets were cowardly, they won't even defend their own kits."

"She'll just have more later." The crooked jawed tom answered breezily, "Probably won't even remember these ones."

Another voice, the gray tom, "Next time she should mate with a stronger tom. These tiny things are hardly worth the effort."

Their voices grew muffled as they left through the cat flap.

She looked to the little kitten they had left her. Pebble. Paprika's lips curled back at the name. Never would this little one be taken from her. She would not touch the land beyond the fence or fight over a pile of bones. Paprika wanted her to never have any association with the wild cats. This little kit would never know hunger, or bloodshed, or anything outside of the housefolk's protection. And she certainly wouldn't bear the name of anything from that wretched forest.

She clutched her littlest one close, her rage giving way to grief. She finally allowed her tears to fall, for sobs to shake her shoulders. How could she have been so stupid?

"Mama?" her kitten mewed, pawing at her face in concern, "Are you okay? Mama?"

"Next time" the gray tom had said.

Next time?

There wouldn't be a next time.

#dark mirror au #story #anon ask #warrior cats au #warrior cats #crookedstar #leopardstar #warriors #wc #myart

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seita · 4 years

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𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 | 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗶 (𝗺.)

˒ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˒ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ˖ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ˒ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟸𝟿𝟷𝟼 ˒ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄!𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂 ˒ 𝖼𝗐: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌

+ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍!

˖˖ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.

⇦ 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

The bass shook your very core as you swayed to the beat. The drink in your hand was almost empty as you tipped it back for another sip. You glanced to the side to where your boyfriend was chilling, leaning against the wall with a cigarette tucked between his lips.

Issei Matsukawa had been your boyfriend since your first year of highschool; you’d been together for more than 5 years. He was attractive, a fact you’d known long before anyone else. It wasn’t that he was unattractive in high school, simply awkward and still growing into his own. He had been more lanky standing at 6’2”, fit from playing volleyball but worn down from the stress of school and graduating.

Currently, he’s grown to 6’3” and filled out much more. Throughout the years, he’d acquired numerous tattoos that now formed full sleeves on both his arms with an incomplete back piece and a couple scattered on his pecs. He’d also gotten a nose and lip piercing to go along with the numerous adorning his ears. He’d developed his own style, typically opting for ripped, well-fitting jeans, dark t-shirts and leather jackets to go with biker boots he seemed to always be wearing no matter how much he complained of how they hurt when he wore them too much.

You felt lucky to have been by his side through it all, watching him grow into a wonderful man and find himself until he became comfortable in his own skin.

Unfortunately, the more confident he grew, the more others started to notice him; specifically other women.

And when your boyfriend stood alone in a corner, smoking in a club with his leather jacket tossed casually over his shoulder, exposing those tattoos you’d been by his side while he got inked into his skin, and a well-fitting black t-shirt showing off his frame, greedy eyes always seemed to find him. The more confident of them had no shame in attempting to chat him up despite how disinterested he came off as with the lazy, lidded look of his eyes.

To showcase his lack of interest, he brought the cigarette to his lips again, the rings on his fingers glittering beneath the club lights. His nails were painted black, a new coat you’d helped him put on before leaving the house that night so that the polish wouldn’t be chipped and ugly.

Still, the girls who surrounded him persisted. You stopped dancing to watch, a pout forming on your lips as you watched. Jealousy brewed within you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Issei, no you had complete faith in him, you knew he would choose you over any other woman any day.

However, you didn’t like that these ladies didn’t know he was spoken for -- that he was your man.

When one of the girls leaned against the empty spot beside him, her hand on his forearm, you had enough. You downed the rest of your drink and placed it on a nearby table before sauntering over to him.

The girl's voice carried the closer you got; she complimented everything from his piercings and tats to his hair.

“How tall are you?” one drunkenly giggled, leaning a bit closer in a way you knew was intending to entice him into looking at her tits.

“6’3”,” Issei replied politely, taking a puff on his cigarette before blowing it out.

“Wow…” a third whispered, licking her lips, “You’re a big guy, huh?”

Matsukawa huffed through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. This wasn’t anything unusual, innuendos and flirting; girls always wanted a taste of what he had to offer. The confidence and energy he exuded was clearly one of dominance and power. Though they didn’t know for sure, they could definitely correctly assume he was good in bed.

Unfortunately for them, you were the only one who would ever get to experience it.

“What’s your name, handsome?” the one leaning beside him asked, fingers inching up the sleeve of his t-shirt.

His eyes glanced towards her wandering hand, a brow raised before he lightly batted it away, making her giggle as if he were only playing hard to get.

“It’s--”

“Issei,” you cut him off, making his eyes snap to where you were approaching from.

“Hey, kitten,” he greeted with an easy smile the other girls hadn’t gotten the courtesy to see.

Three sets of eyes shot to you, frowning at your unwelcome appearance. Naturally, they had hoped he was single and would end up going home with one of them tonight.

“So your name is Issei?” the confident one leaning against the wall beside him asked, ignoring your entrance.

Issei sighed, eyes still lingering on you as you nodded. You raised a brow, making him chuckle, watching as you sauntered closer and pressed yourself against his chest, nuzzling against his neck. He was quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close against him, kissing the top of your head.

You casted a glare towards the girl beside you who sent one right back at you. Her eyes took in his form, raking up and down his body as she checked him out, biting her lip.

“Is this your girlfriend, Issei?” the way she purred your boyfriend’s name made you roll your eyes.

“Yeah,” Issei replied, slipping a hand up the back of your shirt to run his fingers over your skin to comfort you as he felt you grow tense. He knew how much you hated other girls who wouldn’t take a hint and give up -- hoping they could convince him to cheat on you or that they were a better choice. He took another puff of his cigarette again, turning his head away to blow the smoke out away from any faces.

You thought back to how, a few nights ago, he had smoked while you sat atop his cock, grinding against him as you came over and over again. Occasionally, he would blow the smoke in your face and grin at the way you would whimper in response.

You clenched your thighs together as he tapped the excess ash off in the nearby cup he’d placed down. His fingers were so long, pretty with the nailpolish and rings. The one he wore on his middle finger you knew for a fact had been worn one when he fingered you in the car as he drove. The filth that spewed from his lips during that ride still echoed through your mind.

Clenching your thighs together, you gripped his shirt and tugged lightly, fixing him with your best puppy dog eyes when he looked down at you.

“What is it, kitten?” he asked softly.

“I wanna go home,” you whined, biting your lip.

He grinned and opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off, “Don’t go! We’re having such a nice time!” one of the girls whined.

“Yeah, we’re having fun~” another added.

You rolled your eyes when his eyes drifted from you to the girl beside him, who placed her hand on his arm again. Finally deciding enough was enough, you huffed and reached down to his belt, venturing to cup his slowly hardening cock -- he knew you were feeling turned on and that alone turned him on too.

“You know you can have the most fun with me, Issei,” you grinned as he licked his lips, eyes falling to where your hand sat.

“You wanna go home?” he asked, dropping his cigarette into the cup before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his.

You nodded and tugged, casting a smirk at the three girls as you tugged your boyfriend away. They all made sounds of disappointment the further you got but one thing caused you to pause.

The one who had been trying the hardest scoffed, “Don’t quite see what he sees in her. I’d be a better fuck than her.”

Eyes narrowed, you casted a glance over your shoulder to find the three of them still glaring daggers at you. Tightening your grip on your boyfriend’s hand, you made a turn and found yourself in a dark, abandoned corner away from prying eyes.

Well, except three pairs.

You pushed Issei against the wall and he grinned. It definitely was not the first time the two of you fucked in a club like this; you probably did it more than was considered okay. You pulled him down and brought him in for a deep kiss. He groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist to deepen it further, working his lips against yours expertly.

“Wanna fuckin’ eat you out, kitten,” he growled, turning the two of you so it was you pressed against the wall.

“Please,” you nodded, licking your lips as you looked forward to find the girls surprisingly still watching.

Most people, when faced with seeing the two of you beginning to get intimate, would walk away and pretend they never saw anything. Not these girls, apparently. Perhaps it was their egos, but they continued to look even as your boyfriend dropped to his knees and pushed the hem of your skirt up. One of them even made eye contact with you, a nasty look in his eyes as you grinned gleefully.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Issei groaned, pushing the crotch of your panties aside to expose your cunt, “What have you been thinking about?”

“That time you fingered me in the car,” you quickly replied, hiking your knee over his shoulder to open yourself up to his gaze.

He grinned, knowing exactly what you were referring to. He doesn’t say anything else, simply leans forward and buries his tongue in your wet slit. You toss your head back and moan, tangling your hands in his already messy curls. His tongue finds your clit, circling the bud before sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck, Issei!” you squeal, mouth falling open as he pulls away with a pop, lips already swelling up. His tongue finds your entrance and you keen as you feel it enter you, wet and hot and providing just the tiniest bit of fullness. His nose presses perfectly against your clit, eyes never straying from your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants as he pulls away, “Got me so hard.”

“Why don’t you fuck me then?” you grin, tugging on his hair to entice him into doing so.

He grins and presses a sweet kiss against your clit, biting his lips when your thighs jump in response before standing up. You reach down, tugging his belt loose before unbuttoning his jeans. He sighs in relief as you pull his cock free.

Looking over to see the girls with mouths open, eyeing your boyfriend's fat cock. He was big, that wasn’t something unknown to either of you; long and thick enough to hurt no matter how many times you took his length.

You squeezed his shaft, making him groan. Flashing yet another grin towards the girls, you slowly stroked him, spitting on the soft skin to slick it up. You wanted these girls to know this was your cock; the cock that fucked you every night. They would never get it and before this was over, they would know.

“Jump, kitten,” he breathed, cupping beneath your thighs. You giggled, the alcohol still flowing through your system as you did as you were told. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you brought him in for another kiss.

“Ah…” you gasp when the tip of his cock prods your entrance.

You hadn’t been prepped at all so when he started to sink into you, there was a deep burn and you bit your lip, burying your face in his neck. He panted in your ear, holding you tightly as he ever so carefully worked his length into you.

“That’s it, pretty girl…” he praised, kissing your forehead, “Let me in, that’s a good girl. Look at you, doin’ so fuckin’ well. You’re so perfect...shit…” he groaned as he finally bottomed out.

You pulled away, gasping as you leaned back against the wall, eyes finding where you were connected. He followed your gaze, pupils blown wide at the sight of your sweet little pussy stretched wide.

“So tight around me,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to his mouth to lick his thumb. You meet his gaze as the digit finds you hard clit, circling the bud as he slowly begins to rock his hips against you. Clutching his shirt, you cling to him, your mouth falling open as your walls begin to clench around him. He grins, “Cum for me, kitten. Soak my cock like a good girl and I’ll fuck you nice and good. I’ll show those little bitches whose cunt it is that makes me fuckin’ cum.”

You lean your forehead against him, pecking his lips as your body tenses up. Issei continues to work your bud, working the last couple inches of his cock in and out of you slowly as you reach your high. Your thighs tighten around him, walls squeezing his cock nice and tight. Your mouth open as you moan his name only for his hand to slap down around your mouth, his eyes narrowed. In your pleasure, you didn’t notice the icy glare he casted towards two men who paused to watch the show. As you trembled and whimpered against your boyfriend, cumming hard around his thick cock, they attempted to catch a peek of the way your cunt was stuffed, nice and full.

Thankfully, the position didn’t allow them the pleasure of seeing what was his. Once they got the hint and passed by, hard in their jeans, he began to properly fuck you. You were still coming down and cried out against his hand. He hissed, opting to slip two fingers into your mouth. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around them and worked your tongue along the skin. He groaned, moving his other hand to support your back.

“You feel so good, came so good for me,” he whispered, licking his lips as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. The cool metal of his rings brushed your lips and you whimpered when he suddenly pulled them away.

“Your cock’s so good, Issei,” you praise, grinding your hips down as you toss your arms around his shoulders, “Pl-Please fill me up.”

“Yeah? You want my cum?” he growled, cupping the back of your head to hold you close against him, “Want me to show them I’m yours? That your cunt is the one I fill up every night?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, glancing over to see the girls still standing there. They all wore expressions of arousal, thighs clenched together as they watched your perfect boyfriend fuck you, “You’re mine, Issei. T-Tell me you love me.”

“Fuck,” his groaned, hips losing their rhythm, “I love you so fuckin’ much. No one will ever own me so completely; heart, mind, and body, baby. Shit, you’re the one I’m gonna marry and have kids with. You’re it for me, kitten. I’m so...fuckin’ in love with you.”

He spoke loud enough for them to hear, knowing exactly what you needed. You felt tears prick your eyes and you couldn’t help but press your lips against his, “Cum for me, Issei. Please.”

“Fuck, shit!” he groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in your neck, “I love you so goddamn much, kitten.”

You shuddered as he came, cock spitting his hot load into your sensitive walls. Your cunt clenched sporadically around him, close to your final orgasm but not being able to fall over the edge before his own high ended.

He continued to hold you for a long moment, peppering kisses along your skin as you released your thighs from around his waist. He continued to hold you close against him as he came down.

“Do you need to cum again, kitten?” he asked softly, noticing the way you were clenching your thighs.

You bit your lip and he grinned, reached between your thighs once more. You eagerly spread them and clutched his t-shirt in your fists as he circled your clit with his skilled fingers. Resting his forehead against yours, he worked your bud until your cunt was clasping desperately around nothing, pushing his cum from your little hole. He cursed and gathered it on his fingers as you came down, minimizing the mess before bringing his digits to your lips. You grinned, sultry and hungry as you took them into your mouth, cleaning his cum from his skin.

He cursed, pulling away to button up his jeans and redo his belt. He was slowly getting hard again and he wanted to get home to fuck you in the comfort of your own shared bed.

You fixed your panties, wincing as more of his cum dripped into the fabric. He took your hand and tugged you out of the dark corner, cooing when you clung onto his arm.

“Oh,” he paused next to the ladies who had yet to move. They looked up at him with wide eyes, a dash of hope still in their gazes as he finally acknowledged him, “You could never compare yourself to her. That’d be like comparing dog food to caviar.”

The girls gasped at the insult as Issei chuckled and tugged your hand to pull you along behind him. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught their glazes and grinned, knowing you had won.

And that you had round 2 waiting for you at home.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #issei matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #afton.writes

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itsleese · 4 years

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For Science | Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)

warnings: 18+! blowjob, cunni, and hickeys

this is for all those people asking about dick hickeys and thirsting over boom boy. i 100% relate! also, this is a bit longer than a drabble. it totally ran away from me.

“C’mon, baby, please,” you whine, sliding your phone onto your bedside table, rolling under the sheets to paw at his back. “It’s for science.”

“No, it’s for your stupid horny blog, and I’m not interested.” He glares over his shoulder at you, his phone glowing in the dark of the room, open to one of the many slot apps he’s been addicted to for the past few days.

“You don’t even know what I wanna do!” You object, pouting up at him.

“I don’t care.” He’s gruff, all attention on the little screen in his hands, thumb repetitively smashing that green ‘spin’ button.

“Okay, fine. I won’t suck you off.” You huff, rolling away from him.

“Hah?” The air in the room changes. The little jingle from his game stops— indicating he’s stopped spinning— and suddenly he seems interested in what you wanna do.

“I said I won’t suck you off. It’s fine.” You pick up your phone and unlock it, but he’s quick you reach for you, to draw you backwards into his arms.

“You shoulda started with that, dumbass.” He grumbles, kissing your hair.

“Shoulda humoured me, asshole.” You mumble back, Katsuki rutting his semi against yours ass.

“What’s for science, then? How fast you can make me cum?” His hands slide up under your sleep shirt, long, strong fingers tweaking at your nipples and groping at your breasts, his breath hot in your ear.

You close your eyes and revel in the smell of him, the feel of him. “I wanna know if,” you take a deep, shaky breath, grind your ass back against him. “I can give your dick a hickey.”

He stops his groping. “Huh?”

“A hickey... on your cock.” You say hesitantly, turning in his hold to face him, swinging a leg over his hips to grind your heat against his shaft.

He looks apprehensive, brows pressed together in confusion, mouth upturned as he peers at your puppy dog eyes. “On the shaft?” He finally asks, weighing up the question on his tongue.

“Yeah,” you reach for his shoulders, pull yourself closer to him, press your lips against his. “For science.”

He kisses you back, a slow, sensual meeting of tongues and lips, the sensation stirring a familiar need in the pit of your stomach.

“And you’re gonna write about it on your horny blog?” He asks huskily, pulling away from you.

“And I’m gonna write about it on my horny blog.” You confirm, wide smile growing on your face.

Katsuki likes to make you work for things, but tonight, he simply concedes. “Fine,” he sighs, taking his arms out of your shirt to lock his hands behind his head. “Have at it, princess.”

“Yes.” You cheer quietly in victory, kissing the tip of his nose— he rolls his eyes— and sliding slowly down his body.

Even in the dark, wearing loose sweats, he’s big and hard, ready for you. Like always. It doesn’t take much to rile him up and get him ready; a bat of your lashes and some innuendo and he’s ready to go.

You peer up at him, his eyes shining in the kiss of the streetlights beaming in through the slits in the blinds. He quirks a brow, and you roll your eyes, tugging his waistband up and over his bulge, then drawing the sweats down his thick thighs.

“I’m cumming on your face.” He says, as if he’s made his mind up.

“No, I just had a shower.” You pout, glaring up at him.

“Hey, a little give and take, babygirl.” He reasons.

“I’m giving you a blowjob, Katsuki. We’re practically married; blowjobs are for one night stands and celebrities.” You follow up your statement with a slow lick up the underside of his cock, a hand wrapping around the base of him to keep him nice and still.

He doesn’t even falter. “I’m Ground Zero, baby. I am a celebrity.”

You don’t need to look up at him to know he’s wearing that cocky, lopsided grin; so you ignore him, get to work on lathering him up with your saliva, getting him nice and ready for your... experiment.

His dick’s long and girthy, has that perfect g-spot curve that gets you good every time you fuck, but you’ve gotta practically dislocate your jaw whenever you go down on him. Still, you give him a nice little warm up, take him in as deep as you can once, twice, before pressing a kiss to the shaft, and sucking the thin skin into your mouth.

“Ah, babe,” he groans, a hand pressing to the top of your head. “Fuck.” He breathes.

When you look up at him, he’s lost in bliss, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as you suck and suck and suck on the side of his cock. When you pop off, you lick at what you’re hoping is a territorial bruise and fist him a few times, before latching onto the other side.

He tenses, fingernails scratching at your scalp as you suck, free hand toying lazily with his heavy sack as the other continues to pump the base.

“The head, baby,” he breathes, voice gravelly. “S-suck the head.”

You rub your thighs together, doing your best to scratch the itch his fingers and voice have increased between your thighs, before giving into his breathy demand, tentatively licking at his tangy precum before swallowing him into your mouth, tears springing to your eyes as he suffocates you and stretches you with his girth.

“I wanna fuck,” you whine, licking at his shaft when you slide him out of your mouth. “Katsu, I wanna...”

“Come up here,” he breathes, reaching for you. “I’ll do you too.”

“My pussy?” You ask dumbly, head spinning with need and lack of oxygen.

“Babe, tug off your shorts so I can taste you.” You don’t need to be told twice.

Seconds later, your straddling his chest, bending over to take his dick back into your mouth, the new angle making it that little bit easier to take him that couple centimeters deeper.

Then he’s kissing your pussy, and your eyes are rolling back in your skull as he wiggles his tongue inside. How the hell are you supposed to concentrate on sucking his hulking rod when he’s doing that to you?

Madness.

You pop off and continue to wet him with your tongue, moaning against him as he presses a finger into your cunt, laps at your clit lazily, taking his damn time.

“Katsu...” You groan, latching on and sucking the side of his shaft, wriggling your ass in his face.

“Tsk, so impatient.” He chides, sliding another finger into you, crooking the pair of them down to tease that spot his cock is so fond of rubbing when it’s inside you.

“Fuck,” you gasp, taking him back in your mouth and picking up speed, doing your best to match the pace he’s set with those talented fingers.

“Shit, you’re so wet.” He grinds out, and you can hear it. You can hear the dirty squelching of your impending orgasm, but you can also feel the swell of his cock on your tongue, taste the pre leaking from the tip and dragging along the roof of your mouth with each bob of your head.

The thought has you pumping his base a little quicker, has your lips sucking at the rim of his head, tonguing that sensitive area and taking him back between your lips.

He curses then, and speeds up his fingers.

You’re so close you’re about to burst, full of your lover-- his cock in your mouth, his fingers in your cunt-- mind dizzy with the heat of him, the smell of him.

The second he latches those supple lips onto your clit, you’re gone. Tumbling down the abyss, mind dizzy, mouth full of dick. You moan and tense up, movements getting sloppier as he continues to fuck you through it.

Seconds later, he follows, shooting his sticky seed right into the back of your throat, thrusting up into your lax jaw a little bit too eagerly. Still, you swallow his load, then he’s taking his fingers from your drippy hole and lapping at the mess with his mouth, sending shockwaves up your spine.

“S-stop!” You cry, sitting up and pawing at him; but his hands have your thighs, keeping you rooted in place until he’s one hundred percent satisfied.

“Yum,” he grins, licking his lips as you glare at him and skitter off towards the ensuite to clean up, your sleep shorts in your hand.

“Brush your teeth!” You call back to him, flicking the light on and intending to do just that.

A few seconds later, Katsuki calls your name. You step into the doorway, toothbrush in your mouth; see him staring at his dick with his phone light shining on it.

“I guess you can tell your faithful followers that dick hickeys are a real fucking thing.” He muses, impressed. You nearly choke on your toothpaste.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #dickey for katsu 2020 #katsuki smut #tw hickeys

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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(Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars.

In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for.

Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm.

Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you.

It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all.

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This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away.

Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully.

“You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him.

“Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter.

“(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?”

You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

“Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope.

“Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?”

“Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view.

“Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?”

“No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.”

“Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry.

Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face.

“You didn’t tell me shit.”

“Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders.

The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.

“Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.”

He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch.

You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course.

He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser.

“Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin.

“No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request.

“Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water.

You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch.

“I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso.

“You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over.

Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress.

“Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.”

Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room.

“Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.

Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress.

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The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being,

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding?

The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass.

“(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze.

Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions.

“So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that.

“Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom.

“No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world.

After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air.

The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you.

Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on.

When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

“Yeah, are you going to set right now?”

“Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.”

“Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.”

“Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him.

“Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set.

You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious.

As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning.

“Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours.

“Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability.

He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something.

Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk.

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch.

“I’m not.”

“But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

“I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught.

“That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now.

“Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong.

“What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.”

“So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more.

“No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged.

“I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.”

“Tom, stop.”

“No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other.

When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…”

“I kissed you, didn’t I?”

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