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ilylovelyz · 2 years

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family oriented.

c/maknae line.

❥main character(s): bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin x afab!reader

❥genre: smut

❥(major) warning(s): incest, step sibling incest, step parent incest, cousin incest, age gap, stalking, yandere themes, mentions of threats and violence, reader is a bimbo in chans, sexism, emotional manipulation, hate sex, rough/violent sex, p in v, breeding, impregnation, dubcon, noncon

❥wordcount: not that long, ig.

bangchan. the best step dad.

how could bangchan best describe his relationship with you to his colleagues?

he loves you very much. obviously.

perhaps.. maybe a little too much?

his colleagues laughed amongst themselves, praising bangchan for his parenting skills as he, in their own words, "has a daughter with a pure heart."

and he can't do anything except agree!

you really are the purest (and naive) person in the whole world!

and it really shows in the way you, clearly without a care (or rather thought) in the world, bend over in that damn skirt of yours, revealing to any leering eyes your pink lace panties.

it infuriates chan.

not because you're an idiot.

but rather because everyone is staring at you with such a look in their eye

don't they understand that you are already taken?

by him, obviously.

he doesn't show it though.

to everyone else, he is just doing his job as a father and protecting his little girl.

so thats what he does.

he tracks and bugs your phone just to check in every now and then (not very frequently in his words as every 2 days is nothing!) to see if any pesky boys are bothering you.

don't you know boys these days are all about sex and getting high?

you don't deserve anything like that.

you need a real man who will take care of you, fulfill your needs.

and who is a better choice than him?

so nobody is really surprised when he glares daggers at anyone who dares to look in your direction, hand on your waist.

he'll be sure to lecture you at home for your improper and risky actions for sure.

"ah-ah! daddy p-please slow down!" you cry out, your body jolting with every sharp thrust.

ass up, the poor pillow under you soaking up your tears and droll and your daddy keeps a steady hand on the back of your head, occasionally tugging on a strand here and there.

thank god that your mother is on a work trip, otherwise she would hear the unmistakable echos of the headboad banging against the wall, the skin on skin contact, and of course your high pitched cries and screams.

you cry out again as he brings his large work-calloused palms down onto your asscheek, which was already red and imprinted with the same palm. that was the what? 27th slap tonight? originally 20 after he bent you over his slap for being so dumb and flashing your panties. your tongue darted out and your eyes widened at the pain because god does it fucking burn, but god does it burn so good.

"now fuck- as i was saying.. you better not b-be fuckin' around with any of those ah- boys again." he rasps, occasionally pausing with every clench of your cunny.

"'m seriously daddy! it was nothin' i swear-" you cry out before he flips you around, the new angle allowing his monster cock's tip to kiss your fertile and aching womb. "you may think that it was nothing, because let's be honest here, you're naive. too dumb 'n pure to be walking around like that y'know? those-those boys only talk to 'ya 'cuz you're cute." he says, and now that you are face-to-face with him, you take in the sight before you.

before you is your step-dad. prefers to be called daddy when it's just the two of you. this man who is nearing his late 40's, is currently ramming his cock into you. his face flushed with some strands framing his mature features. he has the same dark look in his eyes, the same one he tells you to be wary about, his lips curved upwards into a sick grin.

to be honest, it scares you, just a little bit. but at the same time, you can't help but swoon at his compliments and the attention he gives you. like he tells you, nobody will ever treat you the way he will. don't you love your daddy? if you did, then why are you trying to go to places where other boys will be? what are you trying to do? aren't you a whore, aren't cha? he tells you, watching you begin to cry and deny the assumptions, his lips curving downwards into a feigned disappointed scowl.

"you.. really think so, daddy?" you whimper, his eyes darting up to yours, watching your soft features droop with hurt. it hurts him, too. his daughter was too pure for this world. "yes, babygirl. it's the unfortunate truth. b-but don't worry, your d-daddy will treat you the best he fuck- can." he chokes out, his thumb finding your clit.

"no! n-no wait daddy! i c-can't anymore. 'ts too much!" you cry, more tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. you are rudely interrupted by his hand (the same hand that fingered you open in the backseat of his car earlier) gripping your both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together.

he chuckles at the sight, "you will cum again you fuckin' dummy. i know what's best for you, don't you ever forget that. nobody will make you cum better than your daddy you ungrateful bitch." he grits out, slapping your face a few times before he resumes his assault on your pussy.

yeah, he's the best step-dad. <3

lee know. your rival cousin.

lee know, your cousin.

or rather, your enemy.

for some reason, it was always a competition between the two of you.

he wasn't much older, only being nearly 3 years older than you.

as result, the family members would always compare the two of you.

everything would suddenly turn into a fierce game until either 1. someone got hurt (usually you.) or 2. someone cried (again, usually you.) and 3. someone got too angry and rage-quit (lee know.)

and unfortunately, majority of the time, luck was either not on your side, or lee know cheated (as always) because you always ended up loosing.

you remember countless times when you two would wrestle, he would slap the inside of your thigh, close to your most intimate and sensitive place, or pinch your chest just close enough for it to knock you off balance.

you also remember one time when he wrestled you to the ground, and put you under him. your thighs on the side of his hips as he (according to his testament when questioned by your parent after you cried to them about it) "jokingly" choked you out, watching the way you cried and your face turn red.

it was afterwards did he finally release his hold on you, standing before you as you coughed and wheezed with that stupid grin and a dark glint in his eyes, calling you a "weak" and a "loser" and that you'll always be beneath him.

maybe if you weren't too focused on trying to regain your breath would you see the wet spot on the crotch of his sweatpants.

aside from that, he would never actually call you by your actual name around his friends.

when asked, he would just tell whoever asked that you were a "related whore" or his personal favorite "just a desperate little girl looking for some dick wherever she goes".

eventually you got sick of his antics after on your 18th birthday, he brought over his uninvited annoying friends and girlfriend and purposely talked shit about you in front of them.

it was there did you call him out on his bullshit, and you also made sure to point the embarrassing kinks you discovered after opening his laptop that he would never have told anyone, not even his girlfriend.

thank god that you were too blind and dumb to find his incest folder, though.

shortly after they left and everyone was situated around the annual bonfire did the asshole make it clear that he absolutely hated you.

"you fucking bitch! how dare you embarrass me like that in front of my girlfriend." he spat, reveling in the way tears spilled out of your doe eyes as he yanked your head by your hair up and down his cock.

"tch, got nothin' to say? can't say anything 'cuz you're too busy choking on your cousin's cock, huh? you fucking whore." he laughs, intertwining his fingers with your hair strands, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, not giving you a second to catch your breath before he brought his hand down onto your cheeks before prying your mouth open with his tongue and spitting on it.

"'m gunna tell your dad-" you tried to say before he gripped onto your forearm and slammed you chest first against the cold bathroom wall. "you aren't gonna say anything, you idiot. you're enjoying this, it's obvious." he replied, rolling his eyes out of annoyance when he yanked your lace panties down and saw the dark wet stain covering nearly the entire thing.

he stretched you out for a minute before he decided that was enough, as in his mind, you definitely have at least slept with several men so the stretch shouldn't be too much. you're a cocksucker at heart in his mind.

ignoring your whines and pleas that you apparently didn't want this, he slammed his thick cock into you until he bottomed out before setting a brutal pace.

pulling your head back, he gripped onto your jaw, forcing you to look at him at an awkward angle. "say you-ha- love this, bitch. you know you do," he rasps, roughly pinching your nipple through your dress. "say it!" he yells, shaking your head when he realizes that yes, you are indeed still a little girl who is desperate for any cock when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head after his tip became best friends with your cervix.

"ngh- no! i don't! 'm not a whore!" you cry out.

god do you hate lee know. he was always so handsome yet always so fucking agitating. he was your cousin. your enemy. and yet, here he is. raping you against the cold bathroom wall on your 18th birthday, about to possibly give you the best orgasm of your life yet.

he abruptly comes to a halt when he cums, filling you the brim with his seed. he then pulled out, ignoring the flutters and whines of your denied orgasm. he leaves you there, trembling with mascara running down your flushed cheeks. at least now you'll be put to real use; being his incubator.

changbin. your doting little step-brother.

you remember the first time you met changbin.

it was after your parents announced their marriage engagement.

you two were much younger then.

he was 16 and you were 17.

there wasn't much of an age gap between the two of you, but there was a maturity and physical gap.

he was much more.. scrawny then, and was much much more shy.

it took awhile for you two to bond.

everytime you tried talking to him, he seemed to become flustered and antsy, almost like he was ashamed or embarrassed of something.

you were never able to put your finger on it.

you just brushed it off as him being antisocial and probably not having a not of female influence in his life.

totally not because you chose to wear the most revealing tops and the shortest pair of shorts anyone could ever imagine.

eventually, he got comfortable with you and the two of you became inseparable!

he would always cling to your arm, cuddle with you, take you everywhere, lend you his clothes, etc.

he never wasted a moment to brag about all of your achievements to his friends and anyone within earshot, about how he has such an amazing and beautiful older sister.

he would even get all protective over you when any boys would come around.

he was such a cute little brother.

your favorite moments between the two of you was when you two would spoon after such a scary movie.

he was so scared he begged to hold you (as it was very relaxing according to him).

how could you reject a cute little brother like him?

he was glad that you were a deep sleeper, otherwise you would've felt the obvious bulge of his cock and the way he would hump your ass like a bitch in heat.

you remember how sad he was when he saw you off to college.

he was on the verge of tears, practically begging you not to leave.

but obviously, you had to.

so he sent you off with a very platonic kiss on the lips. "i, as your little brother, will miss you very much."

fast forward a couple of years, it was your graduation party and you actually hadn't seen him in awhile.

you've seen pictures of him and facetimed him occasionally but nothing would've prepared you for the change that the dude went through.

your baby brother, is now a man.

while he didn't grow much in height, the way his muscles bulged when he crossed his arms made up for it, the tattoos on him making him look like a piece of art.

you guess you looked different too, because the way he looked at you when he made eye contact was surely different as well.

the sound of rushed kissing and lips smacking together echoed off the familiar bedroom walls. it was your bedroom. the same one you and changbin cuddled in those many years ago. only, you two weren't young teens anymore. but rather, adults. two, very, horny adults.

"w-wait-mhf- changbin," you huffed as changbin groped and caressed every single inch of your body. "ch-changbin, this is wrong.." you whined into his mouth as he squeezed your ass with his calloused hands. he swallowed those whines, choosing to simply silence you by shoving his tongue down your throat.

"i've.. wanted this for so-so long." he admits, opening his eyes which was clouded with pure lust and longing, almost as if he was going to break any minute. "god, this is all your fault. it's not my fault my step-sister decided to prance around in such clothing." he continues, trying to justify the current taboo act you both are committing as he grips underneath your thighs and hoists you up with pure strength, roughly slamming you into the wall before turning around and placing you onto your back onto the bed.

"ah! changbin..! i'm your sister-" you cry out when he moved your panties to the side and wasted no time in sliding two of his thick fingers into your cunt.

"i don't care." he replies, enjoying the feeling of his sister's tight cunny clenching around his fingers. he continues fingering you for a while before he seems to have had enough and rushes to undo his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. it looked so painful, standing upright with an angry red tip.

"changbin.." you whimpered. he pressed his tip against your soaked hole before pushing in slowly. his cock wasn't that long, but god was it thick. so thick that just the tip alone knocked the breath out of your lungs. "cha-changbin..!" you squealed out. that was all you could say as he hoisted your legs onto his shoulders and began jackhammering into your pussy, jolting your frame under him.

"i want my.. fuckin' older sister to cum. she deserves a reward for workin' so hard." he grunts, his fingers pressing tight circles onto your clit, resulting in you arching your back and your eyes rolling back. "fuck- my sister is so hot-" he grits, picking up more and more speed before the two of you crash into your orgasms like a freight train.

he stills in you, his chest rising and lowering quickly, a bead of sweat rolling down his jaw. your baby brother was a man now. you couldn't believe it. from such a shy and sweet boy to a menace to society, one that everyone wanted to fuck.

"you don't have any plans to do tomorrow right? because your baby brother isn't done spoiling his pretty older sister."

hyunjin. your perfect step-son.

nobody could put into words how perfect your step-son was.

he was the total package for when it comes to children goals you could say.

he was obedient, intelligent, charismatic and most notably handsome.

you remember the first time you met him.

he was 17? maybe?

despite being nearly an adult, you saw the way his doe eyes lit up and excitedly began to follow you around, asking questions about yourself and praising you like some golden retriever.

what else could he say? he adored you! you were the mother he never had.

in his eyes, you were the mother everyone wanted.

smart, caring and beautiful in his eyes.

he always wanted to be around you, often helping you with chores or his favorite activity, giving you a massage because you're such a hard worker!

however, if there is one thing hyunjin hates about you, it's your ability to easily forgive and forget.

you always crawled back to his asshole of a dad, no matter if he called you the worst names anyone could think of or even physically hurt you.

he will never forget the look in your eyes when you saw his father with another woman.

his father doesn't deserve you.

his father doesn't deserve a woman who moved away from her family to join another, a woman who practically worships the ground her husband walks on, sacrificing her privacy for an annoying child as well, only to reserve jackshit in the end.

no, you deserve a man.

a man like hyunjin.

so, when he comes across you crying over his father again, he chooses to show you what you actually deserve.

"there you go mommy.. big stretch.." he whispers, his hands gripping the back of your knees as he puts you into a tight mating press, slowly pressing his thick tip against the opening of the most sacred part of you (aside from your heart, of course.)

"hyunjin.. stop, i'm your mom-ha," you cry, the veins of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls in the most delicious way. just a second ago was he comforting you after your husband cheated on you for the nth time, and now your step-son, your baby boy, has you basically bent in half at his will, kissing the side of your neck as he works his cock slowly into you.

"don't worry about it, mommy. your son will take care of you the way h-he is supposed to." and at that, you jolt as his cock becomes flush with your cervix, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his thumb finds your clit.

"such a pretty mommy.." he coos, his mouth hungrily lapping and sucking at your nipple like a baby. your face blushes impossibly harder when he moans after a few drops of milk leak out of your buds. "are you pregnant, mommy? did dad actually do his part of being a man and knock you up real good?" he casually says, looking up at you with jealous eyes, pinching your other nipple harshly.

"n-no-fuck, 'm not pregnant!" you cry when he delivers a particularly angled thrust, his cock brushing against that spot (that your husband can never seem to find). "w-we've talked about it before and tried b-but," "he can't because he's not a real man." he interrupts.

"don't worry though, mommy. you have a real man in front of you right now. i-i'll make s-sure to knock you up r-real good-fuck mommy." he chokes out, his thrusts loosing rhythm as he hysterically moves in and out of your soaking pussy.

he pinches your clit, causing a mind breaking orgasm to wash over you, your vision turning white as you clench painfully around his cock to the point he struggles to continue moving inside of you before he curses and cusses and finally empties his fertile seed in you.

"your son will make you an actual mommy, mommy."

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year

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Happened On A Thursday

Hi hi hello!!

This is a lovely commission for the amazing @crowned-peony and I’m so glad I’m finally posting this!!!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!reader x Monoma Neito

Warnings: 18+, mdni, oral (fem and male reviewing) soulmate, ropes, slight angst, smut, penetration, afab, marking, daddy calling, master calling

Word count: 3.8K

Crying in a bar on a Thursday night wasn’t how you thought you were going to meet your soulmates or anyone really. You were overwhelmed with work in a new city and your boss and new coworkers wouldn’t stop berating you over the tiny details. Mostly details about your hidden soulmate tattoo. You did your best to hide the tattoo that graces your forearm by wearing long sleeve shirts and barely raising your hand when called upon but today had been slightly different.

You were feeling brave going to the company outing, working for a PR firm for new heroes sure was tiring so you threw caution into the wind and went for it. You did your best to keep yourself in high spirits as your coworkers shared stories of their soulmates while you all were enjoying the bar’s happy hour. You had been able to keep up the lie that you didn’t have a soulmate and were content with that until someone accidentally spilled a drink on your jacket. Just your fucking luck. Your bubbly coworker rushes you to the ladies room to help with the stain. With your inhibitions down you follow her and take off your jacket for her to wash. You’re making small talk when suddenly she gasps and breathes out. “Oh my…”

You catch her gaze in the mirror and realize she’s looking at your left forearm. Your tattoo. Your soulmate tattoo that you have done your very best to keep hidden from the world. On your arm was a heart shaped Venn diagram, surrounded by fallen rose petals and held gently by two different hands. You quickly slap your right hand over it and turn away from her. You didn’t hear what she had to say; it was going to be the same thing you’ve heard all your life. “A throuple? How’s that gonna work?” “What if they meet and don’t ever wanna add you in?” “You have two soulmates, sometimes soulmates never meet so that’s twice the heartbreak.” “You poor unfortunate soul you may never meet them, but at least I met mine!” All those thoughts came rushing back and in your tipsy haze you ram out of the bathroom before your coworker could even respond.

You haphazardly grab your things, say flittering goodbyes and rush out of that bar to head toward your favorite one a few blocks away. The cool breeze raises the goosebumps on your flesh as you remember your booze covered jacket left behind. You shake your head and rub your arms as you press on and enter the establishment. Maki, your favorite and personal bartender in your opinion sees your burst through the doors and immediately knows something is wrong. She steps from behind the bar with a sweater, handing it to you as she leads you to her corner of the bar. She washes her hands before making your go to drink and sliding it to you.

“It’s on the house, babe,” she breathes out. “Now what’s going on?”

You take a sip of your drink, sniffling a bit as your mind races with past and haunting thoughts as you point to your now covered left forearm. “Someone saw your tattoo?” You nod and take another drink as your forehead makes contact with the cool bar top. Maki shakes her head and pats your shoulder. “You stay here as long as you need. I’m gonna attend to some of my other regulars. Psst, don’t freak out but some underground heroes frequent here so they might be coming in! I’ve got Tsubaki in the back making your favorite so chin up, alright?”

You give her the strongest smile you can muster and wave her off. You nurse your drink the more you cry over your situation. Getting close to 30 and you still haven’t found your soulmates. The rules of life say the latest you meet them is 25 and that’s already come and gone. You were ridiculed in elementary and middle school for being “needy and selfish” for having two. You didn’t ask for two, or even a soulmate to begin with! If you knew everyone you would have a crush on would not even be close to your soulmate or reciprocate their feelings once they met their own soulmate, you’d probably be happier. This is all so stupid to you, being forced to be with people you’ve never met or ever will meet makes you cry angry, sad and frustrated tears. You down your drink and call out for Maki.

“Maki-“

“Maki dear!”

Your breath hitches as you turn to your right to a blond man you’ve never seen before. It seems the two of you had spoken at the same time, and you quickly sniffle and wipe away some stray tears. And on instinct hide your left arm.

“My apologies,” the man starts, “but you may order first.” His blue eyes sparkle like sapphires and you can’t help but be transfixed. You put your right hand on the back of your neck sheepishly and try to avoid his eyes.

“It’s okay. I-uh should probably be heading home anyways.”

“Hey,” he energetically interrupts, “my boyfriend does that! He’ll be here later, but please stay. I’ve been told I’m a good listener and give good advice.” He stops and sticks his hand out. “I’m Monoma Neito.”

You shake his hand and tell him your name, feeling a slight shock of electricity as your palms connect. You both briefly stare at each other before Maki returns to take your drink orders. The awkwardness is avoided as you take your glasses in your hands. Monoma lifts his glass and motions for you to do the same. “To us.”

You look at him questioningly but copy him anyways. “What are we cheering for?”

“Hmmm, new bonds!”

You shrug at his enthusiasm and clink his glass and take a gulp. His eyebrow quirks up as he softly places his glass on the coaster. He clears his throat and relaxes in the seat. “So can I assume whatever your sad about has to do with the fact that you’re covering up your left arm? Probably your soulmate tattoo, hm?”

You gasp suddenly and retract your left arm back in fear. Oh no it’s gonna happen all over again and you’re not ready. The walls feel like they’re closing in on you and your breathing gets shallow. “Whoa hey darling breathe!”

“What did you do now?”

A new baritone and rugged voice breaks through your manic thoughts. The new man in front of you, you’re assuming Monoma’s boyfriend as he kisses his cheek before sitting opposite of you, gives you a look over. His purple hair is enchanting as his elbows rest on the bar top and his back against it, slightly ma spreading his legs.

Monoma sputters as Maki winks at your new guest and gives him a drink. “I didn’t do anything I swear! I had made an inquiry is all! I can’t help that I’m observant, dear.” The banter between the two of them is relaxing to you for some reason and you can’t figure out why. After only being around them for a few minutes you could be around them for far longer and never get bored. The man to your left thanks Maki and garners your attention.

“I’m Shinsou Hitoshi. Sorry if my boyfriend is the reason why you’re sad. He’s bad with boundaries.”

Monoma scoffs. “That is not true!”

You chuckle lightly and two sets of eyes lock onto you. “It’s alright. He had asked about my soulmate tattoo. It’s been of topic today and it makes me, uh, really sad for lack of a better word.” You finish your sentence and your right arm goes back to your neck. Both men catch their breath and make eye contact with each other when they see you open up albeit whole flustered. They cannot believe what they’ve witnessed but..? There’s no way.

You tipsily continue. “I’ve already had my tatty revealed so what’s one more? I know Monoma had asked so I’ll show you. It’s caused me more pain than anything.” What is going on with you? Why are you opening up to these random men so easily? Even going so far as to show them the thing that’s been haunting and traumatizing you for years? You don’t have much time to think as you lift your left arm and push back the sweater to reveal the design. You were expecting a somber reaction, a pitiful response of awe as the admire the artwork but at the statistics of having two soulmates. But you were met with stunned silence before they muttered something at the same time.

“You’re shitting me.”

“There’s no way..”

You gaze between the two of them with confusion as you start to hide your arm. However, Shinsou quickly yet carefully grabs your arm and forces you to look at him. His eyes are strange to you, lilac pools you can get lost in. But right now they’re studying you. “Shinsou?” You ask calmly.

He doesn’t say anything and simply takes off his jacket and places his left forearm next to yours and Monoma does the same. You look between your arms and realize you’re staring at the same design. When the realization hits you as your eyes become saucers, you almost fall from the bar stool. Two separate hands catch you before you hit the ground and it takes everything in you to not cry. They, your soulmates wow, pull you up and place their hands on your mid back to steady you. Under their care your shoulders shake from withheld emotions as you cry your heart out. In order to keep their identities more hidden in the corner, Shinsou flags down Maki to wrap up their tab and pay for the three of you and Monoma leads you away out the back. When Shinsou meets up with the two of you, he points over to the distance. “Our place isn’t too far away. We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

~~~~~

Crying in a bar wasn’t how you thought you’d meet your soulmates after their long awaited return. The two of them had been away for a mission for a couple weeks and you were missing your boyfriends badly. So badly that you went to your usual bar to avoid being alone on your last night. Maki rolls her eyes at you knowingly and gives you a water with your drink. Her eyes sneak a glance toward the hidden entrance and snickers. She shakes her head and makes two drinks her other regulars would enjoy and places them next to you. You look at the drinks weirdly and then back up to the bartender. “These aren’t mine.”

“No they’re ours.”

You whip around in your stool and gasp happily when you see your handsome boyfriends standing behind you. Shinsou thanks Maki for the drinks before he hugs you tightly, his hands wandering lower toward your hips as he leans closer to your ear. “I’m disappointed in you, kitten.” He pinches your waist and kisses your ear before taking his drink. He leaves you breathless and sits at the bar while Monoma hugs you from behind to take over, his warm breath tickles your neck.

“Yes darling, weren’t you supposed to be waiting at home for us?” His inconspicuous hands shape your curves and hover over your ass before lightly tapping your ass. You hold back a yelp and try to lean into his hand before he swiftly takes it away and you lose your balance ever so slightly. You dumbfoundedly look between your lovers as they sip at their drinks.

“I, uh,” you struggle to speak as your mind wanders. Since being with the two of them, you know that you’ve made a mistake. You suddenly stand still and sober as you fumble for any kind of apology that will appease their sexual appetites that you know are lower than they should be. They did just come back from a long trip after all. With your head in your thoughts, you miss the two of them come to either side of you. When did it get so stuffy and dim? How long have their wandering hands been on your body? Shinsou on your left suckles your neck and Monoma to your right whispers huskily in your ear.

“You have five minutes to be at our apartment. Go.”

~~~~~

You nervously wait on the bed on your knees in your lingerie set for your boyfriends to come home. Your ears perk up when you hear the door open and footsteps getting closer. You shuffle to sitting cross legged with the most apologetic expression on your face. The two men enter the room and you greet them accordingly.

“Welcome home!”

Shinsou scoffs at you and Monoma shakes his head. Shinsou is first to approach you and sit on the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. “This is what we should have been greeted with an hour ago.” His grip tightens on the soft skin and you bitch your breath. “But now we’re behind on how we wanted to treat you. What a bad,” he trails off as he slaps at your spreading thighs, “bad kitty you are.” His head leers closer to your face and you pucker your lips for a kiss. He denies you completely and moves behind you, pressing you against his chest and spreading your legs. “And you even put on the set we wanted.” He licks up your neck and sucks at your earlobe. “Too bad we won’t get to appreciate it all that much.”

As soon as he said that, the bed dips as Monoma, who had disrobed when your attention was captured, sits in front of you. He crawls toward you with his cute ass high in the air in between your spread legs. His lithe fingers play with the fabric around your wet covered cunt making your hips wriggle in want. Your arms are held behind you by Shinsou with one hand as his other free hand starts to fiddle with your hardening nipples under the lace. You hold back a whimper and arch into Hitoshi behind you. Neito clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Oh no no, my dear flower.” His voice hazy with lust as he pushes the skimpy panties from your now wet hole, “we need to hear every, little, thing.”

His mouth wraps around your folds, nose presses at your clit as he sucks and kisses the sensitive warm skin. His hands press down on your plush thighs to keep them apart, his thumbs massaging the skin underneath. He hums in satisfaction as he eats your pussy for his own pleasure. The blond man between your legs wiggles his hips in the air which makes Shinsou but his lip and pinch your nipple harder. A breathy moan escapes your lips as your head rests on Shinsou’s chest, eyes closed in ecstasy. Blue irises look up and he stops his motions. “Nah uh uh princess, I need you looking at me as I eat you out. It is one of my favorite things to do.”

Shinsou rolls his hard dick against your back from the dirty talk and hearing your moans. God he’s so in love with the two of you. He leans down and latches his lips to your neck and licks and bites at the skin. His hands briefly leave their former position to unclasp your top, freeing your breasts for him to cup and knead in his hands. You keen so pleasantly for them that both of them groan from the sound. Neito’s grip on your thighs tighten as if to reinforce his aforementioned request. You slowly open your eyes to catch his own. The way he stares at you lovingly almost has you cumming on the spot. His tongue is working wonders on your body and you can’t help but grab a fistful of his hair. You begin to roll your hips into his face but are cut off when the hands that were once playing with your breasts hold firm on your hips.

“Nuh-uh,” Hitoshi rumbles in your ear. “You need to learn patience, kitten.” A fierce slap comes to your thigh and a rough suck to your clit quickly follows. You whimper out as your orgasm edges closer, wanting nothing more than to cover your lovers’ face in your essence. You try your best to hold back cumming, you really do but the way the cock leaking behind you digs into your back and the lips and fingers working your aching hole leave you releasing the tightly wound coil inside you with a delicious moan. You toss your head back as your breathing slows. You feel the man behind you shake his head in disappointment as he lets you go. “Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed in you. You couldn’t follow directions. Now look at Neito, covered in cum he shouldn’t be covered in.” His eyes take hold of darling blue ones as he sternly tells him. “Don’t lick it.”

Monoma pouts then situates himself on his elbows between your legs. “You’re no fun,” he whines before crawling away from you. You reach out your arms for him to come back and watch him carefully. “Babe, I wanna lick it. Can I please taste it?”

Shinsou sighs, “after you help me tie her to the bed. She is getting punished after all.” The blond eagerly nods and goes to the closet to grab the silk ropes. The two men take a hand and tie it to a bedpost, both of them tugging before Shinsou asks, “are you comfortable, kitten? Ropes too tight?” You shake your head and he grumbles. “We need a verbal response, baby girl.”

You clear your throat and lick your lips. “They’re good, not too tight.”

He nods and as Monoma moves to tie your legs Hitoshi shakes his head. “Not tonight, we have been gone awhile.” He waits for the blond to put the other ropes away before pulling him into a needy and hot kiss. Tongue licking all over his mouth and cheeks to get what was left of your taste. Monoma keens and moans into the kiss and holds onto his waist harder. You groan and wriggle your hips on the bed, wanting to be part of the action, needing to be touched. They pull apart from each other and Neito coyly responds first.

“Aw, is our precious one feeling left out? What a pity.” He sways his hips as he places himself between your thighs and cups your face for a sultry kiss. He’s rubbing his hard cock against your folds, making your insides clench in anticipation. Mewls leave your lips as your hips meet with his.

“Master, please fuck me,” you whine into his ear. Monoma chuckles as his hips roll into yours again.

“I don’t think you’re in charge here,” a deep voice interrupts. “And besides, he’s not fucking you,” Monoma gets up as he trails off, locking his legs around you with his cock in your face as he and Shinsou trade places. “I am.”

You miss him putting on the condom as he easily slides in. Slowly, inch by inch, his fingers digging into your hips as your cries are silenced by a leaking cock entering your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as Neito presses himself between your lips. Both men groan in pleasure as Monoma cups your face as he begins to fuck it. At the same time, Shinsou bottoms out inside you. You both moan out but the sound is drowned out by the squelches coming from your pussy and obscene mewls from Monoma above you. Shinsou fills you up with every thrust, his balls hitting your ass making your eyes roll back in pleasure. His lips find purchase on your neck once more and bite and suck at the exposed skin. Your hips meet his as your back arches in ecstasy as he hits that spot inside you. “You like that kitten? Like the way daddy fucks you? Nod for me” you follow his instructions and he growls possessively. “Mmm c’mere Neito,” he demands and pulls him into a needy kiss, rocking his hips in time with their tongues. The blond pulls away achingly as his grip on your face falters and he holds onto Shinsou.

“F-fuck her mouth feels so good! Daddy can I cum? I’m your good boy right? You’ll let me cum down her filthy fucking throat?” His whining makes Shinsou’s dick twitch inside you and he almost loses his rhythm. Hitoshi bites his lip as he makes eye contact with Monoma and concurs.

“Cum inside her, we can cum together.” His hips change pattern and your eyes start to water, whimpers hidden from the room that smells of sweat and musk mixed with the sounds of fucking. Shinsou can feel you tighten around him and speeds up ever so slightly, watching your tits jiggle from his movements. His fingers toy with your nipples and you almost lose your self control, wanting to rip the ropes and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Shinsou calmly takes your right leg and hikes it over his shoulder to fuck you deeper. Your throat and pussy tighten from the new feel and Monoma quickly and loudly cums down your throat. He releases your head carefully and holds onto the bedpost for stability. Shinsou cums quickly afterwards with you, filling the rubber and kissing your lips to taste both you and Neito at the same time. His hips jerk into you as he finishes, moaning into the kiss until his balls are empty and spent as your walks flutter and calm down around him. He breathes heavily over you as the feeling of ecstasy subsides.

Shinsou slowly removes himself from you to discard the condom and grab the three of you towels to clean up. Monoma joins you on the California king and gently kisses your lips and praises you for doing so well. Your shoulders ache from being held up and Neito is quick to notice and immediately unties you. His lithe fingers massage your wrists right as Hitoshi returns with towels and water. He gently sits you up and makes you drink some water as the blond grabs the wet warm towel and cleans you and himself off. Once your breathing returns to normal, your boyfriend discard the towels and place the water on the nightstand before crawling into bed, placing you in the middle.

You hum before you whisper. “Why did you use a condom?” Shinsou perks his head up and turns toward you, a soft smile coming to his face as he sees your tired yet loving expression. “I thought we wanted to try for…?”

Shinsou pecks your lips and interlocks his fingers with Monoma. “We can talk about that later, right now I think we need to go sleep, loves.”

#my writing #i did the thing #shinsou x female reader #monoma x fem!reader #monoshin x fem!reader #monoshin #monoma x fem!reader x shinsou #monoshin smut #monoma smut #hitoshi shinsou smut #mha smut #bnha smut #soulmate au

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ifyougoillfollow · 6 months

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trick or treat!

MWUAHAHA - TRICKS BE UPON YE 😈😈

excuse me while i use this hallowed ween as an excuse to exorcise some demons:

what if rooftop gang Misfits AU

no listen if you've never seen Misfits(UK)(2009) i cannot in good conscience recommend doing so – it is a horrid little show full of horrid little people having a horrid little time and suffering horrid little fates more often than not, but like. it's also ASTOUNDINGLY funny, if you can stomach dated, edgy-with-a-captital-E late-2000's humor –

and boy CAN i, so i've recently made the mistake of starting a casual rewatch and lemme tell ya, the urge to stick our favorite rooftop fools* into this horrid little setting is MIGHTY but i cannot do it i REFUSE !!

anyway here's what i have so far**

* plus emi, because i'm predictable like that **please note i say 'so far' for comedic effect – i am for serious not gonna actually write this thing i cannot emphasize this enough

PREMISE Group of young delinquents sentenced to do community service get caught in a freak storm that gives them superpowers which reflect some important aspect of their personalities. Shenanigans (by which I mean crime) (by which I mean they immediately kill their parole officer (in self-defense!)) ensue. CAST MIC: Loudmouth. Doing time for assault. Talked shit, got hit – hit back hard. Wannabe punk with a chip on his shoulder. Flaming bisexual. Hates Aizawa. Has his sights set on Nemuri. Chill with Oboro. Finds Emi annoying. Power: Same as Quirk. AIZAWA: Buzzkill. Doing time for petty theft. Stole Daddy's credit card. Rich kid loner with a stick up his ass. Repressed homosexual. Hates Mic. Unnerved by Nemuri. Suspicious of Oboro. Finds Emi annoying. Power: Same as Quirk. NEMURI: Vixen. Doing time for shoplifting. Big titty discount fail. Shameless freak with boundary issues. Burgeoning bisexual. Tolerates Mic. Intrigued by Aizawa. Amused by Oboro. Finds Emi annoying. Power: Similar to Quirk, but based on pheromones and more emphasis on others perceiving her as attractive. OBORO: Stoner. Doing time for drug sale/possession. Local weed dealer. Chill extrovert with his head in the clouds. Token straight. Chill with everyone. Giant, obvious crush on Nemuri. Power: Similar to Quirk, except the clouds behave like real clouds, i.e. are intangible. EMI: Clown. Doing time for destruction of property. Prank gone wrong. Cringefail funnyman with a crippling need for validation. Closeted lesbian. Finds Mic hilarious. Likes to harass Aizawa. Giant crush on Nemuri. Chill with Oboro. Power: Same as Quirk.

Hizashi's the last to arrive at the community center.

He wasn't even on time for his court date – why the hell should court-mandated community service be any different? (Fuck the court, is the point.) By the time he's out of the locker room clad in his very own dumbfuck (but also kinda punk as hell if you think about it) mandatory orange jumpsuit, the rest of the clowns he's serving time with have already assembled in a convenient little lineup on the steps out front.

As he gets closer, 'clowns' turns out to be a more appropriate descriptor than he'd bargained for. Two of his four fellow ne'er-do-wells are sporting bad dye jobs in precociously pastel colors – blue for the guy, green for the chick. Bluey has a wide bandage over a nose that looks thoroughly unbroken. The other one has smiley-face stickers plastered over both cheeks and may very well be an actual clown. Both are flashing gap-toothed, paint-huffer-eyed grins. They're either going to be a riot or completely fucking insufferable, Hizashi can feel it in his jimmies.

Before Hizashi has a chance to suss out what kind of freak his other two compatriots in crime might be, a hulking, sentient block of a man steps out to join them in front of the community center. The dude is so jacked he's downright cubical. He's not just beefy, he's the whole goddamn cow – or bull, rather. Hizashi's not entirely convinced the fucker can look at his own reflection without ramming straight into the mirror, what with the red hair and all.

These are all the sorts of observations Hizashi would normally take great pleasure in relaying out loud, but the thing about Hizashi is, he's an asshole, not suicidal.

"Afternoon, everyone,” growls the steroid abuse PSA come to life. “My name is Todoroki Enji. I will be your parole officer for the coming weeks. While you are under my supervision, you do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. If you can manage that until the end of your term, I will sign all necessary forms and you will all be free to continue down the path to lifelong delinquency on your own time. With any luck, next time we can skip this unnecessary step and send you straight to prison where you belong."

"Ah,” says Hizashi, “so you're a Cop cop."

The dark-haired bombshell Hizashi had deliberately stood next to as soon as he’d spotted her snorts. "He's a parole officer, numbnuts – what did you expect?"

"Hot and mean? Happy birthday to me."

Bluey pops up from beside Hizashi’s future heartbreak with a dopey grin. "Oh, hey, happy birthday, man!"

Before Hizashi can tell him off, the clown on Bluey’s other side starts shrieking: “Haaaappy birthday to you, happy birthday to you –”

Hot Stuff snorts again. "It's not actually your birthday, is it?"

Hizashi winks at her over his shades. "For you, baby, it could be."

"Real cute,” she drawls.

"Can you stop that?" someone snaps.

The clown stops her caterwauling. "But it's his birthday!"

"No, it isn't. He’s just trying to get in that one’s pants." There’s a sneer in that voice that sets Hizashi’s asshole-sense a-tingling. When he turns towards the source, he finds a dead-eyed, greasy-haired emo reject with the most potent school shooter vibes Hizashi’s witnessed to date.

"Yeah?” Hizashi shoots back. “And what would you know about getting laid, eh, Columbine?"

"That enough!” Officer Roid Rage thunders. Hizashi swears he feels the earth quake a little. “Your first task for today is to repaint those benches.” He jabs a meaty finger toward some benches across the way. “There are six of them, and six of you. Figure it out. Paint buckets and brushes are over there.” Another meaty finger over yonder. “Questions?"

The clown raises her hand. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Are you for real –” Hizashi turns to the other clowns for help – “is she for real right now?"

"Hey, I'll bite,” says Bluey. “Why'd the chicken cross the road?"

"I dunno – that's why I'm asking!" She doubles over wheezing at her own joke. Probably to make up for the fact that no one else ever will.

"I expect those benches to be painted by the end of the hour,” growls Officer Roid Rage. Then he exercises the freedom Hizashi wishes he currently had himself and walks away. The bastard.

It’s only as the world’s clowniest band of misfits jingle-jangle one by one towards the benches over yonder, bargain bin painting supplies in hand, that Hizashi realizes the headcount is off.

“Hey – didn’t the cop say there were six of us?”

#spoiler: it's tensei. tensei's the sixth clown.#he's running late bc he had to pick lil tenya up from school he got it all cleared with enji and everything #his whole shtick in this verse is he's a charmingly roguish goody-two-shoes who's only doing time bc he got caught in some sort of protest #he doesn't get a cast intro bc in the fic inside my head that i'll never write he dies in the first 'episode' 😬#rip king ✊#ask box #trick or treat #i wrote a thing #rooftop gang #misfits au #thanks for the ask homie <33

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davekat-sucks · 1 year

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What's the supposed abuse Spidermom inflicted on Vriska that fucked her up sooooo bad? Like all the trolls got their fucked up backstories. Didn't Gamzee has his absent daddy issues too? And that Equius has to refrain himself from touching anything, even his moirail, 'cause of his strength? Didn't Karkat at some point of his grubhood fear constantly for his life for being a mutant? That one I ask cuz I genuinely don't know, lol.

I think Vriska as a character is very compelling, as a role model or inspo or whatever... Not so much.

Vriska feeding to Spidermom would be parallel to Feferi feeding Glyb'glyb. Both lusus require food that means of taking someone's life. In this case, Eridan kills the animal parents to help Feferi while Vriska culls the orphaned trolls to feed her own parent. If Vriska never fed Spidermom, her lusus would have died and according to rules of Alternia, if you don't have a parent raising you, you will be culled regardless how high in the hemospectrum you are. So in a sense, if Vriska didn't feed her mom, she would be killed either way. Vriska's mom would be more demanding in wanting food as Feferi's lusus was at least kind enough that as a horror terror, she was able to grant Feferi's wish for Dream Bubbles. Spidermom is definitely a huge bitch and may have an influence on Vriska's negative personality, but I wouldn't say it is outright abuse or anything like that. And yeah, other trolls had it bad like Gamzee's dad being mostly absent in his life and Equius can barely touch his butler dad without bruising him. The only highbloods that have a decent relationship with their lusus would be Feferi's Glyb'glyb and Eridan's seahorse dad (even if he just rides him like a horse, feelings seem neutral as they hunt). Also, Spidermom not acknowledging Vriska is a man? Does that imply spidermom is actually a DAD? Because it's part of Alternia's rule and customs that parents raising a child must be the same gender as the troll. So Eridan's dad is a guy and has to raise a male troll. Aradia is a girl and her mother is a female ram. It's always been like that. It is a foreign idea for one or the other to be the opposite sex.

#Vriska Serket #fandom #fandoms #Homestuck #HOM3STUCK #Pesterquest

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the-firebird69 · 29 days

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It's a few advantages of changing to electrical besides maniacal stuff there won't be as much pollution we need the fuel for other things that are important it is a lot less noise and you'll hear the electric anyways and it'll make noise when next to you and you know it makes these noises you're at the airport because they're electric and it won't interfere with devices trucks are ranges in the smoke is disgusting you can't breathe we need them when we need them to do the job but boy they suck the oxygen down and it's a good way to try and outfit big trucks will have experience and we'll start trying to use use this and he says it's really only a couple things you can do when you get that size batteries are going to be insulated or supplemental and we'll get you maybe 5 MI other than that you're going to wait the truck down and it's power to wait ratio of the fuel the size effective and you can purify it all you want you're going to need alternators and transformers and superconductors and really and it's true too and we see that on turbines we use that stuff or maybe even tackamac that would be interesting it's kind of the whole idea and they want to switch to it and they want us to do the work we're slowly doing it

Mac daddy

It can't be else and he's just sitting there pissed off doesn't care to think about it but he thought about it but still so what he said he did like 2 years ago it's true too nothing happened oh well

Macs

Little guy says I'm going nowhere doing nothing listening to people whining and complain and not do anything on purpose it's really bizarre expecting something from this atmosphere

Hulk Hogan

I know you respected wrestler but it's true. This is terrible. Nobody would make anything and they don't want anything made just kind of sitting here saying what he said before almost verbatim even the attack of my stuff so you don't want to do anything either it's a disgusting thing really bad

Joe m

We have sat here through this garbage and everyone wants to sit here and bother each other and keep keep us in house arrest and your nuts we don't want to deal with you or see you or be anywhere near you dumb f****** asses you're the stupidest f****** people we've ever seen and he's right this thorium may have worked the thorium and people got ahead of it and said we can control monsters in the current just sold high the you guys can't do anything it goes back to needing thorium I mean this is some idiot s***

Preston

We have stuff planned to do differently and we should probably start doing it cuz these people just go along with it so it takes a week and they start turning cuz that's where the flow of the river is and it's true

Macs

We have a whole plan we're starting to run it's very difficult and we have to ram it through but it's going and it involves helping them with stuff and we're going to figure out what to do here we can't seem to get them to stop bothering him and they're doing it all the time and the low life it really get anything this is it's terrible we need to provide one was threatened about everything okay it's terrible he has absolutely no Independence and no savings and they're ridiculous they're ridiculous people and hateful obnoxious crap everyday we have some news and it's somewhere good so we're going to publish

Thor Freya

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newsnigeria · 1 year

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Wole Soyinka: Fascism on course

May I seize this opportunity, by the way, to condemn the sanctions imposed on Channels Television, which anchored the performance of the LP candidate? Oh yes, could these rabid parochial minds of easy excitation also kindly stop flattering themselves that one’s energies are consecrated solely to the nation space known as Nigeria? The whines of “silence” are relative to the reading scope and world knowledge of idle complainants, as well as their grasp of the chain of continuity. I choose my methods of intervention without the permission of social media border patrols, so where you find a gap, just pick up the baton where you last deposited and stop whining and belly-aching… It would appear that a record discharge of toxic sludge from our notorious smut factory is currently clogging the streets and sewers of the Republic of Liars. It goes to prove the point that provoked the avalanche EXACTLY! The seeds of incipient fascism in the political arena have evidently matured. A climate of fear is being generated. The refusal to entertain corrective criticism, even differing perspectives of the same position, has become a badge of honour and certificate of commitment. What is at stake, ultimately is – Truth, and at a most elementary level of social regulation: when you are party to a conflict, you do not attempt to intimidate the arbiter, attempt to dictate the outcome, or impugn, without credible cause, his or her neutrality, even before the hearing has commenced. That is a ground rule of just proceeding. Short of this, Truth remains permanently elusive. The ensuing cacophony has been truly bewildering. It strikes me as a possible ploy to smother recent provocations by other far more trenchant issues, such as the revelation of declarations of a religious war. If so, let it be known that I have long declared war against religious fundamentalism, the nature of which justifies the butchery, kidnapping, and enslavement of students in the name of religion. That aspirant’s alleged gaffe cuts no ice with me. Far more alarming was the grotesque fantasy of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court disguised in a wheelchair, zooming off into space to a secret meeting with other parties to the conflict. On its own, that is sufficiently scary. Swiftly followed thereafter by a television tirade of intimidation, it strikes one as more than the mere antics of the mentally deranged. The tactics are familiar: ridicule, incriminate, then intimidate. Objective: undermine the structure of justice. Just as a reminder: I was not being rhetorical when I declared, on exiting prison detention: Justice is the first condition of humanity. The instigating contest – Nigerian Democracy 2023 – has witnessed much that is innovative – largely in the retrogressive vein. Violence and ethnic profiling. “Spiritual” warfare in the shape of sacrificial rams to keep “disloyal” communities under restraint – in short, intimidation yet again! Easily overlooked, however, are those missives of violence directed against dissenting voices, real or suspect. Such, for instance, were the virulent attacks and threats to the musician, Seun Kuti, his family, and the iconic music Shrine. His crime consisted of nothing more than declaring the name “Obidient” derogatory to his sense of civic dignity and activist history. Such beginnings – and instances are numerous – have culminated in the open intimidation of the Court of Last Resort, even before proceedings have begun. By the way, I do agree with Seun Kuti; ‘Obidients’ is one of the most repulsive, off-putting concoctions I ever encountered in any political arena. Some love it, however, and this is what freedom is about. Choice. Taste. Free emotions. By contrast, I have no quarrel with “Yes Daddy”. Roman Catholics are used to saying “Yes, Father”. Secularists say “Enh, Baba”. The context and content are what matters, and lies – where established – raise bothersome issues such as Integrity Deficiency. Let us remind ourselves of the following: In any adjudication, society finds it unacceptable that a party to the dispute resorts to influencing tactics by extra-judicial means – such as bribery. Intimidation and threats are merely the obverse complements of material inducement. Those who fail to appreciate this are entirely free to their existence in an illusory world. What the nation needs to know right now is if you are planning to send assassins after such negative analysts! Coming to terms with an unpalatable projected eventuality – sorry – possible eventuality, counsels deep reflection, not demonisation of the bearer of sour news. For the seriously committed, it requires pulling back the horns a little in order to regroup, rethink and resurge. Democracy is sometimes a long haul. Some of us have been at it for quite a while. We shall add the following pointer for this particular electoral tussle – the news may be unpleasant, but here it comes. Quite a few pundits have set out in some impressive – not necessarily persuasive – detail the possibility that the complainants in this presidential election are not as strongly planted on the victory podium as they presume, see – for instance – Ambassador Haastrup’s fascinating analysis in Newspeak, etc. of 6 April. Right or wrong? That is not the issue. What the nation needs to know right now is if you are planning to send assassins after such negative analysts! Coming to terms with an unpalatable projected eventuality – sorry – possible eventuality, counsels deep reflection, not demonisation of the bearer of sour news. For the seriously committed, it requires pulling back the horns a little in order to regroup, rethink and resurge. Democracy is sometimes a long haul. Some of us have been at it for quite a while. I am well aware that the foregoing is a further invitation for a more nauseous bilge from the besotted. Please, be my guest. It is, after all, one of those special seasons of convergence of two seasons of self-flagellation. Fasting makes bearers of constricted minds even more light-headed. Delusions fill the vacuum. Oh yes, could these rabid parochial minds of easy excitation also kindly stop flattering themselves that one’s energies are consecrated solely to the nation space known as Nigeria? The whines of “silence” are relative to the reading scope and world knowledge of idle complainants, as well as their grasp of the chain of continuity. I choose my methods of intervention without the permission of social media border patrols, so where you find a gap, just pick up the baton where it last deposited and stop whining and belly-aching – “He stopped talking all this while, why now?” etc., etc. ad nauseum. Flat, easy disposable lies that gain traction by repetition. However, even more importantly, they remain irrelevant to the rights and wrongs of ongoing material issues. Sadly, these virtue vigilantes succeed with the ignorant and susceptible – especially among the younger, confused generation. The consequence is that the nation is plagued by fake CVs compiled by all kinds of amateur commentators, still wet behind the ears, who have too few truths to build on before they are corralled into positions of No-Retreat. Nowhere has this been more evident than in the effrontery of attempts to place the present contention on the same podium as the twenty-year-old anti-Abacha struggle! This gross abuse of historic licence actually provides smug satisfaction for rookie activists. I advise them to seek out the school of survivors where pertinent lessons still exist for those with sufficient humility to LEARN before MOUTHING! Otherwise, their world of false mythologies will collapse under their feet, and leave them dangling in the void. Project Nigeria, I must confess, has become near terminally soul-searing. Do I still believe in it? I am no longer certain but – first, we must rid ourselves of the tyranny of the ignorant and the opportunism of time servers. In any case, there is not much else to engage one on a foundation of ownership stakes. There is, of course, always the possibility of a Revolution, with a clarity of purpose and acceptance of all attendant risks, including costly errors. May I seize this opportunity, by the way, to condemn the sanctions imposed on Channels Television, which anchored the performance of the LP candidate? As stated, I watched the programme keenly – saw the valiant efforts of the interviewer to ensure a fair hearing. I fail to understand just where the station could be faulted, except for a disposition for injustice. To sustain that penalty is to give joy to others who turn the Internet into a soakaway for their rancid emissions, yet feel that others should be silenced. If Channels feels up to it, I offer myself willing to engage Mr. Datti – or any nominee of his – on its platform on this very bone of contention – one-on-one – without the malodorous intervention of media trolls, and with the same interviewer as mediator. That should be taken as a serious offer. Project Nigeria, I must confess, has become near terminally soul-searing. Do I still believe in it? I am no longer certain but – first, we must rid ourselves of the tyranny of the ignorant and the opportunism of time servers. In any case, there is not much else to engage one on a foundation of ownership stakes. There is, of course, always the possibility of a Revolution, with a clarity of purpose and acceptance of all attendant risks, including costly errors. Revolutions are not however based on the impetus of speculative power entitlement. No matter, until that moment, the structures that ensure just and equitable cohabitation must be protected from partisan appropriation – be it from material inducement, fake news, or verbal terrorism – the last being the contribution of one who is positioned to assume co-leadership of the nation, no less. Revolution is not about lining up behind the nearest available symbol. When a symbol does emerge, however, we are still obliged to examine every aspect of what is fortuitously on offer and continue to guard our freedoms every inch of the way. Before I take myself off for – well, next port of call – the final word goes to a favourite maverick, propagated even as he matched his words by action. I suspect that in this instance we find ourselves on opposite sides of the strategic fence – that is democracy. This now coopted watchword of his formulation remains apt and applicable to all who strive for authentic social transformation: Your mumu don do! Ramadan Kareem. Happy Easter! 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━ using your safeword scenarios p.2 ★

characters : koshi sugawara, atsumu miya, kotaro bokuto

i decided to make this the p.2 and include suga since like 3 ppl asked for him so yeah !!

p.1 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, f! reader , size kink + not enough prep , spanking, dumbification, degradation, daddy/master kink, dacryphilia, hurt + comfort, red! used as safeword, authority kink, angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

Sugawara

- he was always a softie to you

- praising you at everything you did and calling you a goodgirl too <3

- but when you reunited with your friends from highschool they all talked about how their partners would go rough on them bringing you curiosity on the thought of suga being rough with you

- they teased you for having such a soft boyfriend while they went on and on about how you should try it out too.

〜 ☆

- you wondered what would make him tick so you tried being a bit bratty when you got home

- you’d reply with “make me” and he was clueless he’d just go “uhh..okay? can you please sit down?”

- having enough of it he confronted you about it

he hovered over you on top of the couch, staring into your eyes with worry. “y/n what’s gotten into you today? are you okay honey?” his voice was soft, full of concern. you sighed avoiding his worrisome gaze at you. you felt bad for making your boyfriend become worry about you. he at first assume you had a bad day with your friends since you never acted so bratty towards him.

you took a deep breath now turning to face him completely, with your face slowly heating up. “its nothing koshi..i just wanted to try something” he titled his head in confusion at your words. “you wanted to try to be a brat to me? why would you wanna do that?” your cheeks now fully red in embarrassment. “n-no i thought maybe you could be a bit more um..rough with me..” he blinked a few times to analyze what you just told him.

i-its fine if you don’t want t-to!” you covered your face with your hands while he sighs in relief glad you weren’t having a bad day. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms to have you seated on his lap. “now what brought this up my love?” he asks kissing your forehead while he roams his hand through your hair. “well.. my friends said they really enjoyed it when their partners were rough with them and i just wanted to try it out so i thought being bratty might you know...make you wanna put me in my place and stuff..” you shyly spoke as you fiddle with your hands, a sign of nervousness he’s picked up from having dating you so long.

“you sure baby?” his voice now sounding serious. the sad part was you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted this. feeling pressured to do it if you were being honest. you were fine with the way sex with suga was soft, nice and sweet. you did enjoy when he would speed up his thrusts when his high was approaching, but even at that you’d let tears fall at the stretch of him going fast.

ignoring your uncertainty, you nodded looking him in the eyes. he could tell you were still nervous, but if you were okay about it he couldn’t say no to his princess. he kissed your cheek while getting close to your ear, whispering seductively “well since you were all bratty don’t you think you deserve a bit of punishment?” you looked up at him with clueless eyes, clenching your thighs together at his new tone.

“um o-okay..koshi-”

“master, let’s go with that alright princess?”

you nodded letting him position you down on his lap, your stomach on his knees and head resting on the couch cushion. “ you know the safeword right darling?” you tried to look up at him, but your movements being limited.

“yes koshi..”

“koshi?” he questions.

“ah i-i mean master!” you quickly corrected yourself.

he patted your head smiling at your obedience. “goodgirl..now then” he tugged the waistband of your skirt smirking at your eager wiggle for him to remove them faster still felling uneasy, but full of anticipation at what suga had in store for you. “now now, be patient you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment you know?”

“m’ sorry master..” he slid your skirt down, removing it finally, tossing it to the side of the living room, leaving you with nothing but underwear that was soaked with your juices. he rubbed soothing circles on your asscheek before he placed a mean slap on it. you jumped at the unexpected sting, your eyes starting to water with no tears falling just yet. “such a naughty thing huh?” landing another slap on your ass rubbing it to sooth the pain. the sting feeling good but the words he spoke starting to get you, breaking you down one by one.

“what happened to my goodgirl huh? she came home so bratty..such a badgirl.” your pupils shrunk at the fact he called you bad. goodgirl was something he’d always call you making you blush and smile but the fact now you were his badgirl set something off in you.

you wanted to push the feeling off you really did, but the slaps on your ass made you feel hazy and your tears started to fall on the couch. “why so quiet?you sure had a lot to say when you came home. is my badgirl finally gonna take her punishment like she’s supposed too?” slapping your ass once more leaving hand prints on it now that were bound to stay for awhile.

you didn’t respond, instead you just sobbed in on yourself feeling small and pathetic that the fact he called you a badgirl was enough to make tears stain your cheeks. he froze turning you to face him on his lap. “hey baby you okay?was it too much??”

“r-red..” finally speaking, he quickly pulled you in his embrace peppering your faces with kisses letting out soft apologies. “why’d you force yourself baby?” he whispers kissing you softly yet full of love.

“i-i’m still your goodgirl... right? i didn’t mean to be bad i promise..i thought i could take it but..” the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.

“but what baby you can say it i won’t get mad, i could never” you rested your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i couldn’t..i like it when you’re soft with me..c-can we do that instead?? please master!”

he smirked at the fact you called him master, it made his cock twitch in his jeans. relief he didn't hurt you, he started kissing down your neck, letting one hand wander up your shirt to play with your hardening nipple.

“of course. whatever my goodgirl wants. just please never force yourself to do anything ever again till you’re 100% okay with. got it?”

“yes master.”

Atsumu

- this man is kinda like kuroo

- heavy with his degradation.

- you didn’t mind ofc!! he’d reassure you he didn't mean what he said with his aftercare

- but tonight, he told you to ride him since you were being extra needy for him.

- he wanted to tease you and not fully give in and help you cum just to mess with you and have you beg.

-and well...he may have mixed in some dumbification.

- lets just say you might have taken some things to heart.

he clicked his tongue disappointed at your attempts to bounce on his cock. it hurt just dropping onto his dick but each time you bounced on it, you could feel the painful drag stretching your walls open making you sob. “come on..that all you got? it’s no fun having a dumb crybaby on my cock.” him calling you dumb catches you off guard, but choosing to ignore it you tried again this time quickening your pace.

he didn’t even let a grunt at the feeling just staring at you with a look of disapproval, already panting in exhaustion. he sighed getting tired of seeing you’re pathetic movements, he pushed you back down to take initiative having his cock still stuffed inside you. you let out a yelp at the unexpected change as he started rutting his hips into you, using your hips as support to hold himself, you moaned gripping his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back to your head.

“was that so hard? i thought dumb needy sluts would try harder to try and get what they want.” he tutted, ramming into you meaner and harder, his cock grazing the tip of your cervix. you choked out a sob trying to look back at him, starting to not like were this was going.“m’..i was trying my best daddy..”

“were you though? as always my dumb slut needs her daddy to step in and help her since she can’t do anything right.” the last sentence making your heart stop and everything around you freeze. did he really see you this way? as a dumb needy slut who can’t do anything right? you thought back to all the times you needed his help even beyond sex like when you’d ask him to help you get something that was too high up for you at a store, needed him to walk you home cause you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself.

all these memories making your head feel dizzy. did he mean it??he never complained he was always happy to help his girlfriend. you started to continuously sob out apologies. your tears being easily mistaken for tears of pleasure, which only turned him on even more.

“aw.” he faked sympathy for you with a frown, grabbing your chin to look at him. “its okay, daddy will find a use for you. after all the only thing you’re good at is being a dumb cocksleeve for me to pump full.” his eyes were dark when he spoke almost sadistically. the pleasure you were once receiving from him started turning to pain making you scream.

“no more!! red! red! please atsumu stop!” he pulled out the second you tried pushing him off.

he took a step-back watching as you slowly breakdown in front of him. he was scared, terrified even at seeing you so hurt you went as far as to use the little strength in you to push him off.

he got off the bed running to the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe you. he returned sitting at the foot of the bed slowly approaching you with shaky hands. proceeding to wipe your tears away with it, glad you didn’t flinch at him.

“hey..no more tears it’s okay its okay─i didn’t mean it i swear!” his voice cracked, with his eyes starting to water as well. you flipped yourself over to rest your head on his thigh. “thank god.” he mumbled looking up in relief. he was scared you were mad at him or was mad at him forever.

the room was silent for a few minutes with only the movements of atsumu playing with your hair telling you over and over again how sorry he was.

“am i really that useless atsu..?” you mumbled, the thought of you calling yourself useless, being drilled into your head by atsumu made his heart sink. he quickly corrects you, pulling you up off his thigh into a tight hug, swinging you back and forth like a toddler.

“NO! NO! thats untrue! i-i’m so sorry you’re not useless! you a very useful pretty baby that i love more than a-anything so don’t ever say that!” his tears falling down his cheeks hitting your skin. you started to feel your tears come up again too. you didn’t precisely see him cry, but you could tell by his broken tone he was almost as hurt as you.

you wrapped your arms around him, as he gripped onto you tighter, scared you’d runaway or leave.

“i’m sorry baby....i promise to never call you those things ever again.” he promised pulling away to look you in the eyes. you smiled making his heart skip a beat.

“let’s go to sleep okay prettygirl?”

Bokuto

- he can get out of hand

- i wouldn’t say bokuto would be as rough vocally as the previous ones.

- HOWEVER, his cock is something you’ll never get used to

- each time you two did he had to prep you and even then it still hurt.

- you never complained though it was always temporary.

- he came home after a stressful game and only won because of pure luck.

- he was tired and needed to blow off steam immediately

- you being his cute wife was happy to help <3

he sloppily kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to have a turn at your breasts. you bit your lip to suppress your moans. “come on baby make some noise will ya?” he said removing your shorts completely before sucking at your clit making you wince, your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. he began to stuff a finger in you feeling you clench around his finger.

“yeah just like that─fuck you’re really wet baby.” he licked his lips at the sight of your wet cunt. removing his finger completely, while running his thumb up and down your folds. he was getting impatient wanting to just ruin you already. he unbuckled his pants removing it quickly not remembering how big he was compared to you. removing his boxers just to let his cock spring free. you opened your eyes to see his tip slowly enter you.

“w-wait bo! need more p-prep!”

“come on baby your a big girl right? you can take it.” your head fell back into the pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks at the stretch. no matter no many times bokuto fucked you it still hurt. you gripped a chunk of the bed sheets in your fists tightly, holding onto it for your dear life.

he slowly went in you fully throwing his head back at how your gummy walls clenched around him so tightly. he knew it hurt you but it brought him a lot of pleasure that it did. the fact your tiny little hole would stretch pass its limit just to accumulate his fat cock was almost enough to make him cum right there.

he stilled for a few seconds, only to thrust roughly into you like a man starved of lust. you screamed as his fat cock dragged along your walls at the abnormal pace. you didn’t know if you could last if you were being honest, it hurt it really did. normally, it would last a few thrusts but this time it lasted way too long for your liking.

“bo! please s-slow down─ah!” he sped up his paces being too lost in his own pleasure to hear you. “bo!” you screamed still not getting his attention.

feeling uneasy you let out a yell of the safeword “RED!” he halted his thrusts looking down at your face that was streaming with tears.

‘oh no oh no i─ baby i’m sorryyyy!” his hair flopping down going into his emo mode. he collapsed on top of you falling on your breasts looking up at you like a wounded puppy. you chuckled and played with his hair while he hugged you tightly. still in you.

“ its okay bo..” you smiled while he got off your breast to cup your face kissing it softly.

“i’m sorry i didnt realize i was hurting you baby─ do you want me to stop we can stop!-”

“no bo its okay!its okay!” you quickly reassured kissing his cheek falling back on the bed rubbing your remaining tears away.

“just go slow okay? then when i’m fully ‘adjusted’ you can go fast and as rough as you want.”

you whispered making his emo mode fade away and his face light up with glee like he just won a prize.

“r-really? as rough as i want?” he asked making sure, you smiled in response. “yes bo. just start slow okay? i promise.” he nodded placing his hands at your sides to thrust slowly into you. he lowered himself to you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he began to kiss you passionately.

☆〜

bokuto’s is really soft he’s a goofball and i love em sm. also never wrote for suga before?? i hope you suga stans liked it tho it was kinda hard to write him since i don’t seem him as the type to degrade his partner he’s just here to please his baby.

i still am taking requests all links are above and down here. remember to drink water. oh and heres the m.sterlist in case you missed it <3♡

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You Have Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x Babysitter!reader

Warnings: Dad!Bakugou, Fingering, 18+, Cursing, pining, cheating, daddy kink (cuz duh)

Request: Dad Bakugou in love with his babysitter. She’s younger than him but still over legal drinking age and Bakugou is not too old. I just wanna see how he’d go about this whole situation ESPECIALLY if he was already married.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“F-Faster Katsuki!” You said as Bakugou pounded into you on the kitchen island.

“Shit baby...fuck, you like that shit? Like how daddy fucks your sweet cunt?” He teased as he hit your cervix. “You gonna give me another brat? Huh? C’mon Teddy Bear I know you can do it~”

His hand traveled to your clit as he toyed with your pretty pussy. Your legs shook as he worked his magic and you clenched around his cock.

“Ohh~ ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out. Your hands clawed at Katsuki’s back as he sucked his teeth in due to the stimulating pleasure.

“Do it. Cream all over my cock baby.” You obeyed his every command as you did what you were told and spilled all over him. Your orgasm didn’t stop him as he continued to ram into you. He sped up as he chased his own release and threw his head back.

“F-Fuck! Fuck baby,” he leaned down close to your face as he used his hand to grab your chin. “I love you. You fuckin’ understand me?” He said and brought a smack to your ass. “I love you Y/N.”

His voice grew whiny as his thrust became sloppy. You both were a moaning mess until Katsuki met his climax and filled you with his release. Right as he came, his lips met yours for a rough and passionate kiss that you both desperately moaned into. He continued to slowly thrust into you to push his cum deeper inside your womb as you tugged at his hair. Your lips finally separated as Katsuki stopped his thrusts. He rested his forehead against yours as you both held heavy breaths. He grinned at your dazed eyes and grew excited. He was sure he done enough to get you pregnant. He saw your soft, angelic features and listened carefully as you began to speak.

“Katsuki...it’s time to wake up.” You said with a smile.

“Huh?” Bakugou said in confusion as he lifted his face away from yours. You sat up and shoved his shoulder as your voice began to fade out.

“Wake up! ....Wake up Katsuki. Katsuki! ....Katsuki!”

—

“Katsuki! Wake up!”

The 25 year old man had his eyes shot open as he flinched the slightest bit. He awoke to his bitch of a wife smacking his upper body to get him to come to.

“Ugh, the hell do you want?” He groaned as he layed back down in bed.

“I want you to get out of bed! We’re supposed to be going to Aki’s party today! You owe me since you didn’t want to buy me those heels!” She complained. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the gold digger and shooed her away with his hand.

“Go by your damn self. I have a meeting today. I’m not going to one of your shitty friend’s stupid ass parties. And also, I don’t owe you shit. I’m not dropping three grand on a pair of heels for some bitch.” He said with his eyes still shut. He heard his wife gasp at his insults and he could already imagine her dropped jaw.

“Excuse me, but I’m not some bitch. I’m your wife-“

“Who’s a bitch.” Bakugou interrupted. He opened his piercing, crimson eyes as he watched her tilt her head to the ceiling and crossed her arms.

“Hmph! Fine then! I’ll go by myself!” She said and marched out the room and out the house. Bakugou groaned as he rolled onto his back and threw his arms over his eyes.

“Good. That’s what I wanted. Stupid bitch.” He said to no one in particular. He sighed as he held on to the memory of the sweet dream he was having before his wife had interrupted. The sweet dream of him completely indulging himself in Y/N L/N, his son’s babysitter.

Was it wrong for him to have these thoughts about Y/N while being married? Yes. But did Bakugou care? Not at all. He was so drawn to Y/N it was like love at first sight for him. Besides, he didn’t love his wife anyway. They dated for a year and the whole time, Bakugou completely hated it. Truthfully, Bakugou dated her for her looks and the sweet facade she put up, but when her true self came through, Bakugou knew he was done with her. Unfortunately, before he had the chance to break up with her, his son Katsuo, was conceived. So when the news of her pregnancy became known to him, the toxic couple decided to tie the knot and get married. What a poor decision.

Bakugou decided enough time had been spent in bed and so he got up and got ready. Once he was fresh and clean he checked the time and saw it was 8:30. He made breakfast and prepped the table. Once he was done, he walked to his son’s room to wake up the little guy.

Katsuo Bakugou. Katsuki’s precious son. Even though he wasn’t planned, Katsuki loved his dear boy regardless. It’s sad to say the same thing can’t be said with the boy’s mother. Leiko Hotashi, Katsuo’s mother, seemed to have no love for the child, or anyone other than herself and money. She complained the entire pregnancy, she didn’t smile at the first sight of him when he was born, and she didn’t bother to be around the little guy either. Katsuo basically grew up without a mother’s love but he turned out just fine because Katsuki’s love was more than enough. The constant absence of his mother didn’t bother him and the child didn’t seem to care whether she was around or not. It’s sad really, but what can you do?

Bakugou walked into the room and saw a tuff of blonde hair that resembled his own. He walked to his ‘mini me,’ and shook the 5 year old awake.

“Katsuo...wake up bud. C’mon.” Katsuki said in a surprisingly soft voice. He was greeted with a pair of red eyes that copied his own and he smiled down at his carbon copy. “C’mon bud, breakfast is ready.”

Katsuo sat up in bed and yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes with his tiny fist. Katsuki smiled at the cute sight. “G’morning dad!”

“Heh. Good morning bud now let’s. Go. We got a nice breakfast waiting for us,” Bakugou said as he picked up his son in his arms. Katsuo giggled in excitement as Katsuki walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

The two sat down at the island as they enjoyed their breakfast and Katsuki listened to his son babble on about nothing. It was a peaceful morning for the most part. Katsuki’s morning always consisted of his crazy wife being a nag but other than that, he enjoyed his mornings with his son.

“So, I have to go to work soon and Mom is gone, but Y/N is coming by in a bit to watch you.” Katsuki explained to the young boy who seemed to light up at the mention of your name.

“Y/N’s coming?! Yay!” The boy shouted. Katsuo loved you. You’ve been his babysitter for 2 years and you already had the child (and his father) wrapped around your finger. Without knowing it, you showered the boy in motherly love, something that he never really got to experience. As we already stated, Bakugou felt drawn to you as if it was love at first sight, but seeing the way you interacted with his son just sealed the deal for him.

The two continued their meal and when they were done, Katsuki had the child wash up and get ready for your arrival. He cleaned up in the kitchen and by the time he was done, you knocked on the door. Bakugou felt his heart race at the knowledge of your presence and before he ran to the door, he stopped infront of a mirror to check himself. He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes to fit more comfortably and then ran to the door. Before opening it, he placed his hand on the knob, took a breath, and then pulled the door open to be blessed with the sight of your beauty. “Y/N! Hi!”

“Heh, hey Katsuki.” You said as you stood at the door with a smile. You weren’t dumb. You always noticed how nervous Bakugou was whenever you were around. His crush was a little obvious to you and even though you felt something for the handsome hero, you never made any advances for the man. He was married and had a kid! There’s no way any sort of relationship was happening. Luckily, a very flirtatious friendship blossomed between you two and you grew so close that you both reached a first name basis.

Y/N L/N. A beautiful woman at the pretty age of 23. She was not only beauty, but she was brains, strength, and grace. She was a fierce and charming lady who had poison on her tongue but a fluffy heart of gold. The lot of you may be thinking that a 23 year old woman should be doing more than babysitting, but Y/N is still fairly young. And besides, babysitting was just a side gig. You had an actual career and owned your own dance studio but ever since you met the Bakugous, you just couldn’t give up on the little job.

“...Umm...Katsuki. Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna let me in?” You said with a chuckle. Bakugou embarrassingly snapped out of his trance before speaking.

“Right! Uh, come in,” he said and stepped aside for you to enter. You nodded with a smile and walked into the large home, took a seat on the soft couch and you waited for Katsuo to come down. In the meantime, Katsuki always took the opportunity to make small talk with you.

“So..how’ve you been? It’s been awhile since you came over to watch Katsuo.” Katsuki said as he took a seat that was pretty close to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. The studio’s just been pretty hectic with more clients coming in. Even before I came here, I dropped off some choreography for a heels class that I’m teaching tonight.” You said. The mention of your upcoming class made Katsuki a little excited. Your studio commonly filmed classes to post online for publicity and when Katsuki found videos of you dancing/teaching a heels class, he couldn’t help but constantly admire the view.

“Still coulda’ came by to at least say hi or something,” he said with a gruff but obvious sarcastic voice. “S’been forever since I- I mean since Katsuo saw you.”

“Relax dummy,” you said with a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm. “I’ve only been gone a week.”

Bakugou pretended to be in pain as he placed a hand over his chest, slumped in his seat, and scrunched his face. “Ouch. Don’t remind me. Like I said, it’s been forever.”

You both laughed at his little joke as he sat up straight again. You looked around the house and after seeing a few family pictures hanging, you decided to bring up another topic. “So..where’s the Mrs.?”

“Tch. She’s out at some random party.” He said as he stretched out his neck. You raised your brow and smirked at his answer.

“Oh? Is somebody upset he got left behind?” You teased which made Bakugou cackle a bit.

“Yeah right! Like I care about that nag. She could leave for an eternity and I wouldn’t care and neither would the kid. Besides, it’d just give me the opportunity to get a little closer to you.” He said as he leaned in a little closer and you did the same.

“Oh really?” You said with a smile.

“Really.” He replied back with a face that mimicked your own. Soon enough, his hand found a place on your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. Your lips slightly separated with a tiny gasp and Bakugou definitely took notice of that. Things would’ve continued if it wasn’t for the sudden voice of a child.

“Y/N!” Katsuo said in excitement as he took notice of you on the couch. You and Bakugou jumped and quickly separated before the child could even get an idea of what was about to happen. You were quick to stand and greet the small boy as you crouched down to his level and gave him a hug.

“Hi Katsuo!” You said with your award winning smile. Katsuki watched from the couch as Katsuo went on and on about all the things he wanted to do today and the only thing that appeared in his head was a new family picture but with you in it instead of Leiko.

“Alright bud,” Bakugou said as he got up from the couch, walking to the two. “I gotta get to work but enjoy your day with Y/N, okay? And be good.” Bakugou said as he ruffled his boy’s blonde hair.

“I’m always good, dad!” The boy pouted as he swatted away his father’s hand. You laughed at their interaction and Bakugou chuckled before kissing the crown of his son’s head and walking to the front door.

“Bye Katsuo!” He said from the exit. You walked him to the exit and before he left he turned to you. He checked to make sure his son wasn’t watching before making his move. He grabbed your chin with his fingers to make you face him and softly spoke. “And I’ll see you later tonight, beautiful.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his compliment then said your thanks. You expected him to leave after that and so you tried to walk back to Katsuo but before you could, Katsuki pulled your wrist, grabbed your chin again, and pecked your cheek before exiting and slamming the door shut. You stood with a shocked expression as you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Although you knew you felt something special for Katsuki, you knew he was married. And you weren’t no homewrecker! Even though some may see it as a harmless little peck on the cheek, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for his growing affections towards you. You sighed a bit before calming down and walking to the blonde boy waiting for you in the living room. You were going to enjoy your time with Katsuo but the return of his father stirred up a little confusion in your chest.

—

Hours passed. When you arrived it was 9:30 a.m. Now, it’s 10:00 p.m., and you expected Bakugou to be home soon. You didn’t really expect to see Leiko. Whenever Katsuki mentioned she was out partying, she never came back while you were around. It’s not that she was purposely avoiding you, she just tend to stay out into late hours of the night.

Katsuo was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago but his puppy eyes got the best of you and so you stayed up an extra hour to watch a quick movie with him. In the middle of the screening, he fell asleep on you and so you turned off the T.V and carried him to bed. After tucking him in, you walked away but felt a tug on your arm. Your turned to see Katsuo with sleepy eyes staring up at you. “Yes Katsuo?”

“Sing me to sleep again. Please Y/N,” the sweet boy asked. You smiled down at him and nodded. You took a seat on his bed side as you ran your fingers through his soft, spiked, blonde hair and sang.

As you sung Katsuo to sleep, you didn’t even notice the front door opening. Katsuki walked in feeling a little excited to see Y/N again but when he walked through the door he heard an angelic voice. He placed his bag down and followed the sound into his son’s room. Once he made it there, he stood in the doorway and listened to your voice and watched as you sung his child to sleep.

Your calming voice sent a blush to Katsuki’s face as he smiled and watched. Your voice was like honey. Smooth and sweet. The way you took care of Katsuo filled Katsuki with a type of happiness he never experienced before. He notice you ran your fingers through his son’s hair and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel a little envious of his own child.

“Don’t go away, stay another day~”

You finished the song and smiled as you saw Katsuo finally asleep. You leaned down and pecked his forehead before getting up to leave his room. As you looked towards the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Katsuki’s tall figure leaning against the frame.

“Katsuki, hey. I didn’t even realize you came home. How was work?” You asked. Your question made Katsuki smile, as it was similar to something a wife would ask her husband after a long day. It was something Katsuki never got to experience, even though he was already married. He smiled at you with kind eyes before tilting his head to signal you to follow him. You smiled softly and nodded as you followed Katsuki down the stairs.

—

For the past hour you and Katsuki had been laughing and talking. You followed Katsuki into the kitchen where he made you both some tea where you then both found seats in the living room. There, you talked some more and you both enjoyed the private company. Eventually, Katsuki grew bold and walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Heh, real smooth Romeo.” You teased and Bakugou chuckled as he rolled his eyes as sat down. You both picked up another conversation and eventually reached your second glass.

“Thanks for always taking care of Katsuo the way you do, Y/N.” Bakugou said with a slight blush. And it wasn’t just the alcohol causing it.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your face holding a similar blush for the same reasons. Safe to say you were both a little tipsy tonight. Not drunk but filled with a little liquid courage.

“I don’t know..like a mom?” His words caught your attention and your gaze encouraged him to continue. “Katsuo..doesn’t have the greatest mom in the world. I think everybody knows that. Honestly, if she wasn’t around at all, Katsuo wouldn’t even know the difference. But you? You’re like the mother he never got....the mother he should’ve got.”

You felt a growing heat flow in your face and you smiled at the sweet compliment. You can’t lie, sometimes you did see Katsuo as your son. You didn’t have kids but you always wanted some. Having Katsuo around was like having a son of your own. “Awe, thanks Katsuki.”

“You shouldn’t thank me, it’s just insane how you’re the actual definition of perfect.” He said before taking a sip of wine.

“Stop it,” you said and playfully hit his arm again. You both put your glasses down and he laughed a bit before continuing.

“No, I’m serious. I mean, c’mon you’re beautiful, smart, kind, sassy,” he began.

“Yeah..and,” you said as you both began to face each other.

“You’re great with kids, you’re good at everything, you have a steady career, you have a passion,” he continued.

“Mhmm..” you said while smiling at his words. You shuffled a little bit closer to him on the couch and Bakugou smiled when he noticed.

“...You’re perfect Y/N.” He focused his gaze on you as he became entranced with your E/C eyes. He leaned in close and you did the same. “...You’re the perfect one for me.”

At those words, you both closed the gap between you two and kissed. Your lips were pressed together for a few seconds before you both pulled away for the same amount of time. During that time, Bakugou kept his lips hovering over yours before pecking your lips a few times and then giving you a real, passionate kiss. Due to the small amount of alcohol in your system you happily returned it. Your hands found way into his hair and his found home on your waist. When you took a small breath, Bakugou slipped his tongue in and you both fought for dominance. In the heat of the moment, Bakugou carried you to sit on his lap and you followed his lead. Your tongues continued to tangle as Bakugou’s hands caressed your body.

They moved down to the hill of your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and it was music to his ears. Almost as good as the sweet lullaby you sang an hour ago. Soon enough, his hands traveled under your shirt and bra to fondle your plush breast. This made you let go of the kiss and throw your head back as you released soft moans. Bakugou didn’t stop and went into kiss your neck. He left sweet pecks before he left a few hickeys. His mouth moved around your neck before he found your sweet spot, earning a needy sound from you. Bakugou began nipping at the spot and licking the soft skin. His actions caused your hands to tug at his hair and made your hips naturally grind against his center. This made Bakugou groan as he gently layed you on your back on the couch. His body found way in between your legs as he separated from your neck and took notice of your flushed face. He smirked at the sight and his eyes traveled to your shirt, where his hands were hidden under. Deciding to change that, his hands left your valley of breast to push your shirt and bra up to expose your chest.

“Beautiful...” was what he whispered before going in to take one of your mounds in his mouth. You gasped and squealed at the sensation of his mouth covering one breast and his hand massaging the other. Bakugou continued to mark up your chest, leaving love bites and bruises all over.

“Ngh...Katsuki..” you whined. Both your centers began to grind against each other as the two of you were pretty much dry humping one another. Bakugou bit at your nipple, causing you to squirm.

“Easy Princess, I got you. Daddy’s got you, Love.” He said as he used both hands to rub soothing motions into your bare waist. You settled as Katsuki kissed a trail back up to your neck and whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna take such good care of you tonight, Y/N.”

His hand glided off your chest, down your stomach and down your pants. His movements had the wetness between your legs growing and his husky voice definitely didn’t calm it down. His hands slid into your panties and his finger took a swipe at your slick.

“So wet...and it’s all for me..right baby?” He smirked against your cheek.

“Y-Yes Katsuki!” You said as you attempted to grind against his hand before Katsuki pulled it away.

“Try again,” he said with a seductive tone. You were confused on what he meant but you were growing so desperate for a touch. His touch. So your mind began to scramble and think. Master? No. Sir? No. Senpai? Hell no.

“..Daddy.” You softly said. You watched as Bakugou’s smirk grew before he kissed your cheek in approval.

“Good girl.” His finger soon returned to your center and after running it up and down a few times, he slowly pushed two in. You gasped at his thick length as Bakugou pumped his hand in and out of you. Wanting to test the waters a bit more, he slid in a third finger as he picked up the speed a bit.

“O-Oh my god!” Your hips began to grind against his hand and Bakugou curled his fingers. “Fuck!”

“Feel good, baby?” Bakugou asked as he began to grind against the underside of your thigh. Your lower body began to slightly shake as his fingers reached a sensitive spot.

“Yes Daddy!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling a familiar sensation to almost be reached. Growing more riled up and wanting more room on the couch, Bakugou began to throw the decor pillows off the couch. The pillows flew around the living room knocking a few things over, including the family picture. The sound reached your ears and the sight of the broken frame snapped you out of your pleasured state. Your eyes grew wide as you finally came to and realized what you were doing. “Ngh, no!”

You pushed Katsuki off of you and pulled your shirt back down to cover yourself back up. Bakugou looked at you in shock and confusion as he watched you sit up and settle down. “Y/N...?”

Your hands covered your face for a second before rubbing at your temples for a bit. “No, I- ..*sigh* I’m so sorry Katsuki.”

“Uh..no..I-..I guess that was my fault. I’m sorry I just...”

“Ugh..no. Katsuki it’s not that.”

“I just thought you..felt the same way,” he said as he sat back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, Katsuki I do, really, it’s just...”

“So then..why’d you stop?” He asked as he looked at you with a nervous and awkward smile.

“Katsuki..you’re married. I’m sorry, I really like you but..I just can’t bring myself to come onto someone who is already in a relationship.” You explained.

‘Wow. She really is a perfect person,’ Bakugou thought to himself. “Y/N, if that’s the problem then don’t worry about it. I don’t even love Leiko, much less like that bitch.” Bakugou moved in to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it away.

“So then why are you still with her?” You asked. Katsuki smirked at your words and laughed a little.

“S’a good question,” he said. Right after those words left his mouth, keys could be heard opening the door and in came the bitch herself.

“What’s a good question?” Leiko said as she looked around. She took notice of yours and Katsuki’s presence on the couch, along with the bottle of wine and empty, used glasses. “Well? Is somebody going to explain? What was the question?” Leiko asked as she walked into the house, closing the front door.

Bakugou smiled at you with full eye contact before standing up and facing his wife. “Why am I still with you?”

Leiko raised a brow at the question and her anger began to boil. “What?” She sternly asked.

“Why am I still with you? I don’t love you, I don’t like you, I only stayed with you because we had Katsuo, our child which you don’t even love. In fact, the only thing you do love is my money, or more so, money in general, and yourself. You’re a conceited ass bitch who’s just taking up space in my life. You’re suffocating Katsuo and I by just existing and you’re holding the title of my wife, a title that Y/N should have. So why the fuck am I still with you?” Bakugou said with a stern voice.

“You-...You’re with me because I’m the mother of your child.” Leiko said with hesitation in her voice.

“Are you? Because you’re never around to be a mother for him. Katsuo doesn’t even care whether you’re here or not. Your presence in the house doesn’t make a damn difference. If anything, Y/N’s more of a mother to Katsuo than you.” Bakugou replied.

You grew uncomfortable with the situation and made an attempt to leave. “Umm..I think I should go-“

“No,” Bakugou began. “You’re staying. I want you to see this thing through to the end, beautiful.”

“Beautiful?! The only woman you should be calling beautiful is your wife Katsuki!” Leiko complained. “Not that slut!”

Now you were a uncomfortable but you were not no slut and you definitely didn’t take shit from nobody. “Excuse me?” You said with attitude but before you could continue, Bakugou intervened.

“Call her a slut again and I’ll blow your ass to bits. Let’s not forget, you had the title of a whore before being called my wife.” Bakugou said with the intent to cause pain.

“Well I may have been a whore but at least I never cheated, which is what I’m sure you were planning on doing with her if I hadn’t come home.” Leiko said.

“You’re damn right I was! Lucky for you, Y/N’s a good person so nothing actually went down but if she gave me the chance, please fucking believe I’d take it in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, if she gave me the chance to wife her up and make her Katsuo’s new mom I’d do that in a heartbeat too.” Bakugou said while looking at you. You felt your heart speed up a little due to his confession but you turned your head to the side to hide your growing blush. Bakugou smirked at the sight before Leiko interrupted.

“What the hell are you trying to say?!” Leiko asked with anger.

“I��m saying I don’t love or like you and I never did! And after 2 years of getting to know Y/N after falling for her at first sight, I can finally fucking say that I’m in love with somebody and it’s her!” Bakugou turned to face you as his wife’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, I’m fucking in love with you. Alright? I have been for the past 2 years already, ever since I met you. And to the bitch behind me,” Bakugou said and turned to face Leiko. “If it wasn’t already obvious, we’re getting a divorce.”

Leiko was fuming as her face grew red with anger. She began laughing in disbelief. “Hah, fine! Fine whatever! Like I give a fuck! Y/N you can have him and the damn kid! I never wanted him anyway! The damn brat just gave me an excuse to keep Bakugou’s fat wallet around. But when you come crawling back, don’t expect me to say yes Katsuki!”

“Well don’t expect me to come crawling back, ‘cause if I’m able to get Y/N to give me a chance, then I won’t be needing anyone else except for her and my son. You can get the fuck out now. I’ll send you your shit and the divorce papers to wherever the fuck you decide to stay.” Bakugou said as he gestured to the door. Leiko screamed some more nonsense that nobody payed attention to and finally walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Silence rang throughout the house for a few minutes after the official split between the toxic couple. Bakugou turned to face you with a small smile as he stood infront of you.

“Well?” He asked.

“Heh, well what?” You asked with a laugh.

“I uh..heh, it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you but I got my confession out...” Bakugou took a seat next to you and took hold of your hand. He brought it up to his lips, placing a peck to your knuckles before speaking. “..I love you Y/N. I know I do..and I know this might be a bad time to ask considering what just went down-“

“Uh, yeah. A really bad time,” you said with a little giggle.

“Right but umm..do you...how do you feel about me?” He asked with a nervous pulse beating throughout his body. He had to know. Do you love him just for his looks? Did you just want to fuck? Did you actually feel something towards him?

You smiled before using your other hand to grab hold of Katsuki’s shoulder and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s body jumped in excitement but his hands were quick to hold onto your waist. This kiss was sweet and loving and lasted for some time before you pulled back. You smiled at the blonde as he looked at you with anticipating eyes.

“I love you too Katsuki.” Before you could even process anything, Katsuki had already pounced on you and pinned you to the couch in a hug. He had his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucked his head in the crevasse of your neck.

“God, I’ve been waiting years to hear you say those words.” Bakugou said before he began covering your face in thousands of loving kissed. You giggled at the ticklish and loving feeling and just smiled as you allowed Katsuki to show you his love.

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Time passed and you and Katsuki stayed cuddled up on the couch. Nothing sexual, nothing nasty, just pure love induced cuddle time. Eventually, the late hours of the night exposed themselves and so you had to go.

“Katsuki, get up,” you said in a soft voice.

“No.” You laughed at his quick reply and began to push at his body to get him off.

“C’mon Katsuki seriously. I have to go home!” You said with another laugh.

“No. Katsuo and I are your new home.” He said, making his body become dead weight to stop you from going.

“Oof! Katsuki!! C’mon!” You whined out with a chuckle. Katsuki laughed with you but you kept trying. “You both are my new home, but my old home has comfy pjs for me to sleep in.”

“I can give you one of my shirts to sleep in. You’d look so amazing in them, princess.” He said with a smile as he imagined how you’d look prancing around in his clothes. It wasn’t the first time he thought about it but just knowing it was so close to becoming true sent butterflies all over his body.

“C’mon Katsuki. You already made me miss my class, the least you could do is let me go back to my apartment.” You said. Bakugou raised his head to look at you with a grin plastered on his face.

“You stayed on your own free will. S’not my fault you love talking to me. Let’s not forget what happened after our long talk too,” Bakugou said, hinting at your scandalous acts with him before you stopped anything else from happening. You rolled your eyes at his words before he spoke up again. “Matter of fact, maybe we should pick up where we left off,” he said and began kissing your cheek.

“Noooo, Katsuki, seriously. I’m tired, I just want to sleep.” You said with a smile.

“So sleep here,” he bargained. You looked at him with a raised brow, silently asking him to go on. “I was serious about having you stay over. You can sleep in my shirt and we can both fall asleep in the guest room.”

“Both of us in the guest room?” You questioned.

“Yeah. I’d let you sleep in my room but I’m not letting that bitch’s leftover presence contaminate you.” You laughed at his insults but allowed him to continue. “And yes both of us. I’m not going to sleep without my princess in my arms.”

You couldn’t lie, the sound of falling asleep in Katsuki’s arms in his clothes was pretty tempting. After taking a look at Katsuki and seeing the same puppy eyes that Katsuo was able to persuade you with, you gave in.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Bakugou said with a fist in the air as he cuddled in closer.

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Bakugou finally let you go and allowed you to take a shower. While you were in there, he took a quick drive to the corner store and bought some compression shorts for you. When he returned he left one of his shirts and a pair of the compression shorts for you on the guest bed as he went to get ready for bed in his own room. You walked into the guest room and saw the shorts and shirt and put them on. You looked in the mirror and noticed the shorts weren’t even noticeable considering their tiny length and the large size of Katsuki’s shirt. While staring at yourself, Katsuki walked in wearing nothing but gray sweats. He took a glance at you and was drooling over your body in his clothes.

“...Wow,” he whispered but you heard. You turned to face him and smiled. You walked to him and wrapped you arms around his neck.

“Hey Suki, ready for bed?” You said. Bakugou smiled at the new name as a small blush dusted over his cheeks.

“Suki?”

“New name for you. Like it?” You asked.

“Love it.” He said and pecked your lips before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and flopped on top of you. You both laughed a little before getting under the blankets and cuddling up against each other again.

Time passed and Katsuki felt at peace finally with you in his arms. Like the missing part of him was finally filled in. You were so happy and felt so loved in the safety of his arms. Staying the night was definitely worth it.

“I’m so glad Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you for so long.” He said with your head tucked under his chin. You smiled at his words and nuzzled into his chest.

“Well congrats Katsuki. ‘Cause now, you have me.” Katsuki kissed the crown of your head before falling asleep. And when he woke up that morning to find you in the kitchen with Katsuo on your hip as you made breakfast, he smiled with a full heart as he walked to you both and remembered your words.

“You have me.”

A/N: Hey y’all, for a better experience with the story, I do recommend clicking the link where Y/N sang to Katsuo. I put two links in the story. The heels class and Y/N’s singing, (which is from Rio 2, Jewel’s lullaby) Don’t judge me, that’s the best lullaby ever😂 If you don’t know what a heels class is in dancing, it is basically...dancing with heels😂 Umm...yeah. THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED, IM SO SORRY!

TAGLIST: @sxcker4you @aomi04

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cvtqr · 3 years

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thought you were my good girl?

pairings; erwin smith x f!reader (ft. levi ackerman)

warnings; age gap, masturbation, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, thigh riding, slight bondage, degradation, man-handling

f/n l/n, erwin smith’s spoiled little princess. a good girl, always doing anything to make him happy. in his eyes, you were an angel. he loved you, more than he'd like to admit. anything you wanted... you got. no matter what the cost was, you got it without even having to ask twice.

you both lived in a huge, beautiful penthouse. just the two of you. you met him almost two years ago on a sugar daddy website. he was on there, not expecting to actually find someone like you. you on the other hand, were looking for some old guy, just to mess with for sometime, since you needed the money. but the moment you saw someone like erwin, still in his 30s, you were hooked instantly.

“y/n should probably be sleeping by now, you may stay for a few drinks if you'd like.” the taller man opened the front door of the penthouse, holding it open for one of his colleagues.

the penthouse was dark when he opened the door, meaning you were in your shared bedroom, probably asleep. he left you alone all night, as he went on a business dinner. he was home earlier than expected, but told you not to wait up for him anyway.

“i suppose i could.” the raven haired man took his dress shoes off by the front door, along with erwins. “haven't been here in awhile, where's the bathroom again?”

erwin dropped his keys down on the kitchen island, before walking toward the hallway, motioning his head over. levi caught up to erwin, walking behind him. the guest bathroom was just two doors down from the master bedroom.. but he stopped in his tracks, right in front of the door. opened just a crack, the dim moonlight peaked out into the hallway. but that wasn't why he stopped.

“what's wrong-” before levi said anything more, he heard it too. the sound of sweet, soft moans coming from the bedroom. erwin gently placed his hand on the door knob, opening it enough just to get a view of what was happening.

the king sized bed was still nicely made, big plush comforter still tucked into the head board. and you, practically drowning in the big pile of pillows. you were wearing part of a new pajama set that just came in the mail earlier. the slightly oversized, silky tank top hung onto your shoulders. you were wearing the matching pair of panties, but they were shoved to the side as your two dainty fingers were shoved into your pretty cunt. legs open, yourself on display for anyone who opened that door.

you didn't even notice him opening the door, walking over to the bed. no, you were too busy chasing your orgasm as your head was thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut.

what you did suddenly feel though, was the mattress sinking in. jumping up quickly, you pulled your fingers right out of your cunt.

“erwin-”

“c’mere, now.” he patted his thigh, indicating for you to come over. crawling to the edge of your bed, you hesitantly sat yourself on erwin’s thigh. trying to distract him from what he just saw, you pulled him into a hug. “i missed you!”

“y/n.” he pulled your arms off of him by your wrists, placing them on either side of you. “what did i say about touching yourself without permission?”

giving him a small pout, you looked up at the ceiling. “that i’m not allowed to.”

“and what does it make you?”

“makes me a slut.” you mumbled out the words, barely loud enough for him to hear. “but it was just this once! i swear i won't ever do it again!” since your wrists were still restrained on either side of you, you just snuggled your head into his warm chest.

“that's what you said last time... thought you were my good girl?” you subtly started small movements in your hips, grinding yourself down into erwin’s thigh. “what?i am... am your good girl.”

“really, so when did i tell you that you could fuck yourself into my thigh while i’m trying to talk to you?” not even realizing you've been grinding down obviously faster.. and harder. “wanna cum that badly?”

“yes!” erwin let his guard down for just a moment when you wiggled your hands out of his grip, latching onto his shoulders. you bounced and dragged yourself up and down on his thigh. letting out an annoyed sigh, he placed his large hands on your hips, moving you faster. what you didn't know... he was making eye contact with levi, who was standing in the door frame, leaning casually.

“gonna cum-”

“no.” and just like that, your orgasm was ripped away from you. his strong hands brought your hips to a complete stop.

“quite a performance... and you're always bragging about how good she is for you.”

getting completely startled, you whipped your head around to be face to face with the infamous mr.ackerman, with an obvious growing tent in his pants. for some reason, knowing that levi was watching you made your cunt clench around nothing. “mr.ackerman-!”

“levi.” you were interrupted by erwins deep voice, in a sturdy tone. “no worries, i’ll see myself out.”

and just like that, the raven haired man closed your bedroom door. going home to fuck his fist in a cold shower.

right when the door shut, you were flipped around, right onto your stomach. the growing bulge in erwin’s pants was started to get more and more uncomfortable being trapped in the material. he undid the tie around his dress shirt, taking it into his hands.

pulling your wrists behind your back, he tightly tied them together, keeping them in place. your panties were ripped off, torn it two. it was okay though, erwin would just replace them tomorrow morning. you heard the buckle of his belt undo, and the zipper falling from his pants. “i bet you were getting more aroused at the fact another man was watching you act so slutty.”

“no! i wasn-” you were quickly cut off with erwin’s hand pushing your head down into the mattress. “bad girls don't get permission to talk.”

he used his free hand to pull your hips up, displaying your ass in the air for him. once you had yourself held up by your knees, he took his hand and guided his cock up and down your slick folds, lathering himself in your juices. lining himself up with you, he finally pushed the head of his cock in. you would never get used to the size of him. he was too thick and long, way more than you could ever handle. you couldn't help but moan out, feeling so full from so little.

feeling him push in more, you felt the burn. he was moving quicker than usual, not giving you a chance to tell him to slow down. inch by inch he pushed in until he was balls deep inside you. he didn't have absolutely no mercy though, you were still his little princess after all. he gave you a few seconds to adjust before pulling himself out, and jamming right back in.

his thrusts hurt at first, but quickly changed to pleasure as you felt yourself clamp down onto him. you couldn't help but scream into the pillows beneath you. his thrusts were speeding up, as he rammed in and out of your tight cunt.

“fuck.” he hissed, while tightening his grip on your hip. removing the hand from your head, he slipped it underneath your neck, wrapping it around your throat. he then used the grip to pull you up to his chest, not slowing his thrusts even by a second.

at this point, your mouth just hung open with no words coming out. after a few more thrusts, he pushed you back forward onto the bed, leaning into you as he pounded in your pussy. undoing the tie, your hands were now free.

that didn't last for long though. in one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, not letting his cock pry out of you. he continued fucking himself into your poor cunt, while pinning your arms down to the bed.

not long after, he pushed your legs up all the way to your chest. he was ruthlessly destroying you.

with the new position, he was hitting deeper and in new spots.

“want me to fill you up, brat?”

“yes! pl...- please want you to fill me up so, so... bad!” you felt your hole spasm around erwin’s cock, not even giving you a second to think as you creamed all over it. it wasn't your fault! you couldn't even control it coming out!

a small ‘tch’ fell from his lips as his final trust allowed him to cum straight into your pussy. after fucking through both of your high’s he pulled out, cum pouring all over the expensive bed spread.

for some reason you enjoyed that more than you should have.

maybe you should rile him up more.

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chiffoncakke · 3 years

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some self-indulgent taishi brainrot.

Okay so... *sips simp juice* Fatgum. King of Backshots.

Wait lemme throw in some content warnings: nsfw, might as well be smut, sex, just lewd thoughts from a simp uhhhh it's backshots with Fatgum - I'm not writing a full on story I'm just babbling...

I can find nearly any body type attractive but something about Taishiro... I think because he can have any kind of body it's like the Chaka Khan song except he's every man.

Today I'm only talking about his fat and chubby forms. And for the sake of this I also will be ignoring my theory that anatomically his dick is too big and girthy to go in anyone.

So. Backshots. This is pretty much anything from behind. Whichever hole you prefer. I just think it'd be the best with Fatgum. Like...

Have yall ever been on your hands and knees? Go on all fours right now. Stick your butt out. Now arch your back. Get lower...even lower... drop your chest... yeah... just like that... you look so good ☺

In this position he can go deep. I'm talking balls deep. Bottom out deep. Got you gasping deep. Head full, Fatgum only deep. Be careful you may queef if you move sudden. Then again he'd live for that 😩

Taishiro is 8"2 in his fat form, you will be surrounded by him everywhere you look and everything you feel is just him. This is 100% a safe space like there's no room for doubt or insecurity, your almost engulfed by this man and it's so nice.

So yeah, you throwing it back onto him just think everytime it hits your core makes contact with his pillowy stomach and thighs like 🤤 put that gummy on me. Put that gummy on me - effective immediately.

All my choca owners imagine the clit hitting it with each pump.

All my jewel owners imagine his balls hitting you with each swing

The sound of the clapping would be so lewd omg, he'd deffo smack your ass once for good luck. Ugh, he'd love the way your cheeks bounce and jiggle a little or a lot depending how he pipes you.

And his hands. He has huge hands, can hold your hands back with one or grip your neck regardless of width. Oof. The low arch and fingers in the mouth combo? Yeah you drooling, it's a given, it just feels so good and warm you can't help but open your mouth when his fingers near your lips.

His fingers already leave you nearly in tears when he fingers you, imagine sucking on em while getting your world rocked from behind. Stunning, spectacular, amazing, life-changing, earth-shattering.

I don't think he'd pull your hair but other than that just think about it, your arms are being held back by him, your legs are wobbling and he's just chuckling at you trying to hold on but you're overstimmed and overwhelmed, then one hand grabs your plush hips so you can let go and he literally just rams into you, your nearly dazed head pressed on the bed, legs slumped, now only being supported by him and he fucking loves it. He loves seeing you just let him have it and you trusting him enough to do as he pleases. And you know he knows how to talk his shit, saying all the right words to tease your half-gone state even further.

"You’re so cute like this, I'm going to eat you up."

"Your sweet ass looks so delicious babe."

"Aww, your legs about to give out? Just let go, I've got you."

You getting bred that day. Even if you don't have a womb or are on contraceptives or wearing protection, mentally, metaphorically, spiritually - you have been bred, you're having his child. He's your baby daddy for life.

If yall were in a committed relationship I don't think this would happen often though, Fatgum is a real gumdrop of a man and even though he's big and overwhelming and can rock your shit daily, I feel he doesn't just fuck you all nasty on the regular. It's in him and he enjoys taking you like the animal you are but...

He just gives me sweetheart vibes. Honestly 70% of the time he's doing good ole' missionary, maybe classic rider and he's holding your hand, praising you for taking him so well, pushing your hair back to kiss your forehead mid-stroke and just making it so romantic and complimenting you the whole time.

And honestly I think it's best this way. I'm not built different, my libido high but my bone density low. I can't be impaled by monster cock Fatgum everyday. Gimme fluffy Taishi too. Best of both worlds.

#fatgum x reader #fatgum x y/n

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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Special Training

Pairing: dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve takes special interest in your training

Words: 2k

Warning: Non-con, authority abuse, smut, very slight breeding kink, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: dedicated to the sweet girl who doesn’t want to be named. She wanted some tough love for daddy Steve...hope you like it hon

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You ducked at the last moment, rolling under your opponent’s legs and grabbing them as you stood up. The body fell on the mat behind you with a thud, and you panted as the buzzer finally went away. Dropping down next to the fallen comrade you blinked the sweat away from your eyes, hand reaching out to pat his back.

“You alright man?” You asked and he nodded with a strained groan.

“Damn Y/n, you keep getting stronger every day. I bet you’ll be taken in the team very soon.” He commented and you smiled. Getting into Avengers was a dream, but the training for it was a bitch. Hours after hours of slaving away in the gym and field, dodging punches, and bullets until you prove your metal.

“Thanks Nico, I hope you’re right.” You said and helped him stand up.

“Dude, you don’t need to worry. Your punch is as strong as –”

You stopped listening to Nico then, body tensing as you saw him approaching you. The training gear he had on defined every muscle on his body, and you gulped when his eyes locked yours in place. Nico followed your gaze and broke off, pulling off an awkward salute.

“Captain!” He greeted, blushing at his obvious eagerness. Every new trainee wanted to please the Captain, wanted to get noticed to increase their chances of selection. Steve’s face remained emotionless as he regarded you both, nodding once in acknowledgment.

“Agents, done for the day?” He asked and you both nodded, hands behind your backs and shoulders straight. He hummed and handed a sheet of paper to Nico. “You’re being transferred to Sargent Barnes’ training group Agent, you’ll report to him from tomorrow.”

Nico didn’t question the decision, simply agreed. One doesn’t argue with Steve Rogers, not if they wanted to stay on his right side. People may call him the kindest man they had met, but he didn’t accept any cheek on the field. He worked his agents hard, challenged them until they almost dropped dead. He made them sweat until they had shed every last layer of what Steve found problematic before accepting them. Most agents under him didn’t make it very far for they either quit under pressure or asked for a transfer under some other trainer.

Currently, only five people were under Steve’s command, including you. Well, four, now that Nico was being transferred. You had a hunch what prompted this, and you didn’t fancy knowing if your assumptions are correct.

“You’re dismissed. Agent Y/n, stay. We must have a word.”

Nico left the room without a backward glance and you fidgeted under Steve’s gaze until the door shut behind Nico. His eyes were so intense you almost couldn’t meet them, and once you did, they never let you look away.

“Come” He ordered and led you out the back door. It was a silent journey to his office, the sounds of your feet slapping the floor echoing around the hall. His huge form looked so big he seemed to dwarf the whole place and you gulped in nervousness. He let you enter first, shutting the door behind him and locking it securely though you knew no one would dare enter without knocking.

“On the desk” He said but before you could move yourself, he was already picking you up and depositing you over his work desk. Papers crinkled under you, but he gave them no notice, eyes rivetted to you.

“Captain” You whispered, and his hands were in your hair, pulling harshly to tilt your head so he could capture your mouth in a searing kiss. You whimpered, his tongue swirling in your mouth and hands tugging.

“What have I told you about calling me when we’re alone baby?” He asked in a husky voice and you pathetically sniffled.

“Steve” You replied, and his lips moved to your neck.

“And?”

“Stevie”

“And?”

“Daddy”

He took your hand in his, placing a kiss on your palm before moving it to the front of his pants. Squeezing himself through you, he let out a moan in your neck, humping against you.

“That’s right, say it again”

“Daddy, please.” You said and his gaze darkened, lips capturing yours harshly again. It was all teeth and tongue, hands squeezing tight. Your hands were around his arm, useless against his strength. His breath was fanning your cheek and you felt one of his hands pull the drawstrings of your tracks.

“You’re getting so good I think I need to train you exclusively. One on one” He said, and you shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. You didn’t know how you caught the Captain’s eyes, or why he was so fixated with you. But you couldn’t take anymore of this. This was blatant abuse of authority and you were stuck with it. Who could you complain to? Who would even believe you?

“Please don’t. I want to train with my friends.” You plead and Steve chuckled darkly, hands hooking into the waistband of your tracks and pulling them down. He rubbed his cheek on yours, the slight stubble scratching you and making you quiver.

“Friends, is that what was happening with you and that pathetic boy out there?” He snarked and you squeezed your eyes shut. Your legs were bare, and he stepped between them, gathering you close so his hardness rubbed against your clothed center.

“We were only training. Honest.”

He humped you, leaving open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and covered breasts.

“You can forget about him or any other man from now on. I don’t want any hands touching you unless its me.”

He raised your eyes to meet his, delicately wiping the tears away. You sobbed, eyes anguished and troubled.

“Please Steve, don’t do this. I – I just want to be a good soldier. I don’t want this, I never did”

Your words didn’t even make him bat an eyelid, instead, he dipped his hand between your thighs, pushing aside your damp panty and feeling you. As his fingers probed you, a mortified mewl escaped your lips, your heart breaking at the unwanted sensations forcefully administered.

“You don’t want it? Baby, you’re weeping for me. Why can’t your heart accept what your body did all those months ago?”

You rested your head on his chest, tired and so helpless. The smoothness with which his fingers entered you made you ashamed. How could you be a good agent if you could not control your own body’s reaction. Steve could play you however you want, he could make your howl despite protests flowing from your mouth. He didn’t care if you pushed him away, for he was so much more stronger. He took you without consent, just like he’s doing now.

Holding you around the waist, he carried you to his chair, sitting down. He fumbled with his own pants, finally pulling out his thick cock that he forced into your hands. You stroked, more out of habit than anything. He had trained you well in the ways of pleasure. He taught you what he liked, regardless if you wanted to or not.

“Inside baby, I want to be inside you now.” He hissed as he pushed instinctively in your palm. You positioned him below your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. A broken cry escaped you, the initial stretch still hurting despite how many times he had taken you. Your moans mixed with sniffles, heat surrounding you as you bounced on him, slowly, finding your rhythm. He held you close, intimately close, and extremely possessive.

He rutted into you, meeting you for every thrust, hitting your spot each time. His hands plucked at your nipples, your clit been mashed between a thumb and finger and soon you were falling, crying out around him. He didn’t let up and pushed into your limp body, going almost feral. You could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out of you. You could feel his sweat mixing with yours underneath your butt, you could feel like stench settling in your pores and making you his.

“So good baby girl, so good. Come on, give daddy another one.” He said and you shook your head, too exhausted. He didn’t care about the soft no’s your muttered, he didn’t care about your legs that trembled around him. He rammed into you with abandon, grunts leaving his mouth and hitting your damp skin. He pinched your clit and the coil inside you tightened, you tried to push away, you pleaded, yet he kept up until your sensitive flesh was almost painful. With one hard, almost brutal thrust, you came undone again, falling apart one more time as he followed you.

He weakly pushed up even as he softened, hugging your body to his. The golden hair on his head were plastered to his sweaty forehead, tickling your nose as he kissed you, teeth pulling at your lip and then letting it snap away. His cum was dripping down around you, and yet he didn’t pull out. He would let it cool on your skin, dry into flakes as a symbol of his ownership. You cried, tears streaming down and he bent down to lick them away.

“It doesn’t need to be difficult Y/n. You’re mine, you were mine since the moment you entered the compound. You only need to accept it.” Steve said, his hand rubbing your back to sooth you.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore. This is wrong.”

His hands cupped your face, rubbing your plump and red cheeks softly. The blue in his eyes drowned you, a cesspool from which it was impossible to escape.

“Baby, you don’t need to worry. Daddy is going to take good care of you. You want to be an avenger, don’t you? I’m gonna make you one.” He promised you and you shook your head. You didn’t want to be in the team because you laid on your back and opened you legs for him. Not like this.

“Please Steve, just let me go. You know I won’t tell anyone. Please.”

He sighed as if you were a silly child who was taking too long to understand two plus two made four. He patted your head patronizingly, rubbing his nose to yours and pecking you almost affectionately.

“Y/n, you can be so cute.” He mocked. “It’s amazing how you think I will ever let anyone, or anything take you away from me. You’re mine, now and forever. Nothing will change that, ever.”

He pulled out of you, pulling your soiled panties back into place. He didn’t even need to instruct you now to not wash his essence away. You knew he would be back later tonight, sneaking in your room to inspect and take you again. No matter what you did, you would never be able to shake him off.

You both dressed and he pulled you back into his lap for his customary after-sex cuddle. He was tender, trying to soften you to him but it only sickened you more. He had inserted himself in every part of your life. Everywhere you went, you saw him. Your own body smelled more like him than yours.

“If I see you with that Agent or another man again, I’ll have the doctor remove the hormonal implant from your arm to show everyone you’re mine.” Steve warned, his hand rubbing over your belly. Your heart thudded painfully, the threat of a pregnancy worse than anything else. Not only will you never escape him, but your dreams of being an Avenger would be over. You nodded, letting him know you understand, and he kissed your head.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll come around. I will fuck the acceptance into you.” He said and you closed your eyes when he started rocking you, resigned to your fate.

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AAAAAAA okay Noya and him seeing you holding a baby or toddler and realising he wants to breed you ENDLESSLY and maybe banging you until you can't see straight and your just full of come and yea I got carried away I just love Noya okay THANK YOU MY LOVE

HELLO MY LOVE. Here's A small gift to celebrate your milestone! Hope you enjoy it!

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Scratching, Some blood if you squint, Slight manga spoilers.

There’s never been a moment when Noya hasn’t thought of you as anything else than the most beautiful person to have ever blessed the universe with their existence.

But there were two occasions where you’ve managed to surpass said thoughts...

The first one was at the time you were cradling his friend’s newborn baby. The two of them had been friends with Yu since high school, and they had gotten married at some point after graduating. So when he got the news that their baby was finally born he couldn’t miss the chance to meet his future godson or goddaughter.

Yes, he told you his friend asked him to be the godfather, something Noya wouldn’t have declined even if his life depended on it.

The moment his friend’s wife handed their baby to you, it was like heaven’s gate opened before his eyes, and the most beautiful angel stood before him. That radiant smile on your face as the tiny human laying in your arms kept fidgeted around. A finger traced those little, rosy cheeks as they yawned silently before they reached out for the same finger that kept tickling their face while quickly falling back into a deep slumber, a feat only a baby would be able to pull off.

That smile on your face as you admired the little bundle of joy was a sight that would always hold a special place in his heart and memories.

It didn’t take for those thoughts to follow him everywhere. Or for the heavens to keep throwing hints. Whenever it was with you, his friends, or all by himself. Everywhere he looked, there would always be something that would remind him of those warm eyes and the radiant smile as bright as the sun and as pretty as the stars.

He was certain that you would look even prettier with a baby of your own. A little one that would look like a perfect mix between the two of you. He didn’t even care if they were a boy or a girl, as long as it was a healthy little one.

The second one may not be as pure, but it was just as beautiful and mesmerizing to him. The warm flush painting your cheeks, the unshed tears filling your eyes with a glimmering beauty, and the sweet melody of moans, grunts and slaps reverberating over the bathroom tiles, mixed into a beautiful and obscene tune accompanied with the loud squelching of your pussy, so full of your fiance’s seed to the point that it wouldn’t stop dripping off whenever he pulled back for a minute to catch his breath before he began rammed his cock inside you all over again.

How many times did he cum inside you already? You’ve already lost both count and track of time at some point, lost in a euphoric daze as he just kept pounding into you in one of his favorite ways. Having you sitting at the edge of the sink while he kept both of your legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Both hands held your ass with an iron-grip that dug his nails into the skin as he kept your body firmly in place, before pulling you closer so he could ram his cock deeper into your sloppy heat.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock, babe.” He breathed in sharply when you clenched around him, it was quickly followed with a sharp pain around his shoulders, where your nails kept ripping through the skin, leaving trails of vibrant red marks, small droplets of blood would sometimes seep through said wounds, all of that in sync with his ministrations.

“Bet it feels real good, doesn’t it? Being filled with my cum over and over again. Fuck…! You’re going to look so beautiful carrying our baby, You want that, yeah? You want to be a mommy?”

It was impossible to answer when the only thing you could focus on was him. And that sharp glint on those brown eyes that could only mean one thing...That he was far from done. But you couldn’t complain at all, not when he kept taking your breath away every time he came inside you with a ferocious thrust, just to start over again like there was no tomorrow.

“Just you wait, babe. We’re going to make the cutest babies the world has ever seen.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck, breathing the mouth-watering smell of your natural scent mixed with sweat and perfume.

“Yu…I’m too full, I don’t think I can take another one…!” You were cut off immediately by a finger brushing against your clit, and a soft pair of lips wrapped around your nipple. You cried out from all the attention he was giving, ready to burst out at any moment, he had you at his mercy and he was not going to miss the opportunity.

After all, you were at the peak of your fertile cycle. It was the perfect chance to add another member to the family. Soon there would be two more Nishinoyas in the family. You, his future wife, and the child you would bring upon this world together.

“Just one more, babe. Just one more and we can take a break, okay?”

He let out a small laugh, one that would seem innocent to others, but you knew what it meant. He was far from done with this debauchery.

“Then we can go again, what do you say? I’m going to make sure to fill you up so damn good. It’s going to be a miracle if you don’t end up pregnant after today. But hey, we can keep trying until you make me a daddy, yeah?”

He pulled his arms back to slide them under your knees, pushing them back against your chest to place them over his shoulders. Preparing himself to fill up your womb once again.

He couldn’t wait to get his breath taken away for the third time. When your hands would trace circles over your round belly, swollen as it nurtured a beautiful, healthy and strong baby.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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And we used it too seriously out there in Africa Cape Verde we used all sorts of stuff and then tons of troops showed up with others on the island and then a huge flotilla and Tommy fled and got to his Yeagers dropped Lily off yes but thank you later Lily and you said that too and it was for the war and he's mean and meant it. My husband says it doesn't really know what she's doing at the time cuz he doesn't he has to go look and research it gets tied up with her again and Britain with ghwb's tomb later on once it moves over there and it hasn't yet nope it's still in Texas along with peacock some people think that he got died in Florida when the woman that rammed Garth and Chris was actually Terry and garth knows who she is. She's going to be called as a witness no she's going to be sued as Terry I'm running into his car and well that's forcing him to sell it cuz he's an idiot and Tommy if you know made the tunnels because of it

And yes the South Eastern Pacific shadow dome is engaged thoroughly it is engaged by Mac Daddy is a huge War it's emptying out and it's a big battle and Africans are in it too and garths people. Giant piles for them huge numbers they're going at it very hard out there pretty soon it'll be like 415 trillion dead by the end of the day several septillion to Giant battlefield 3 or 4 or 500s are down there firing on people and then firing back and the shields are up you can't break through so that their ships they can't get their spaceships in so they're basically in trouble and they need to use energy weapons or swarms and so they're trying that too I got a few hits in and their devices got ruined so they're calling for reinforcements they need a way there so it's going underwater tons of them are huge swarms of people underwater it's a giant battlefield

Thor Freya

I expect that one to be empty but this afternoon and the other one may empty too mack those ships down, and it's to meet people from Asia they're moving into the Gulf the ships huge ones too and they're fighting and the Asians are holding their own big missiles on occasion and tons of fight against space two shattered on the gukfengaged in a big way. And yes all the shattered are gone from Africa now that worked on the ships almost all the shattered on from China the last one was 17 now and the last one in Russia is emptying now the two in Brazil are emptying and being refilled. There's a few things that these people are starting to realize Tommy f is using a lot of AI and assisted AI so going after his chip factories and a lot of people are getting hurt doing it but they say they have to it is true they have to but they're getting hurt doing it they're going at it now. Several movies are starting and movies you wouldn't suspect from lake Okeechobee all the way to the shattered room in south Brazil or well it's the north one in Brazil and they're both Tommy f is there dan and he is drax. Who's playing on going up there to do the job a lot of people think it is crazy and they want their money back and other things since they say it's going out there today and it's soon I thought it was with the stones but apparently not so thats how its going

Thor Freya

I really get those out of there you're not really sure how

I'm not either

Hera

We know how it happens this we think we do and having detailing it that shot county has been monitoring it and say it sucks and if they have to fix it and it's going to go to court fairly soon probably today I was there yesterday in there eyeballing it date 20 is I think today on their calendar after the first week so it's 27 days today and they want it done so probably present notice today if they're going to do it if he doesn't doesn't get to it and Sherry has no confidence he'll be able to do anything he's kind of he's kind of beat up and it's hard and stuff. So we suspected till sending notice today and they're going to repair it and it's perfectly legal in the back charger cuz you have a healthy place and then is the one who was pushing for it as he wants to grab the stones. It's confusion about which character is who in the movies with the hammer and ax and so on people are saying that Max in the movie and Tommy f and we agree as well as Trump and son Trump is ronin the accuser

And his son is space Lord or no Star-Lord and that's how it goes he says so they're going to run that and come down and repair it probably half a day or less probably take care of an hour trying to poison her my husband and a poison you

Hera ads the last paragraph plus the sentence or two

I'm going to go to town and new people you need to be a busy doing something every few milliseconds as you say sorry to make sure you are having lawsuits today bring ones and constant against you here so tired of watching him suffer all the time we'll start hitting you too

Mack and Tony f that was there a second date for the Superior Court and third. Pretty soon it will be kicked out of Massachusetts forever and then DC then they start working on it

The issue warrants yesterday and from the federal courts and the warranty right on them they'll be taken in to custody and held until Federal authorities can come and retrieve them do not move them do not bring them to court do not bring them to jail we retrieve them immediately. Hera says she knows what it means, she says that the guys are toast it means the feds have warrants out they have a high level and they require a special treatment means that they're going after them for real but someone said it's true.

That was her the last sentence and it is true they did issue special warrants they do have instructions for them to be held and they do get help by the way and then you go to DC and they try to put them on trial and Mac that gives us a Bombing pattern as does Tommy f and they're freed and then there's for attacking America as enemy combatants and it's all over after that it's a huge fight it's coming up today it begins and yeah it's a sopranos well it shows it Hera says...

I agree with her and his guess started with him.

So we have a big day today coming up this is a huge huge event gigantic things happen because of it

Bitol and Goddess Wife

There's a whole bunch of reasons why we need to go after you hear apparently you're going to be sought after today no more pushing you around to bother you to force us to get rid of you someone saw fit to do something s*** happens shortly

Other than that all four ocean shatter though are engaged and they are taking heavy fire and they're being forced to come out and the two fighting and they'll be gone empty soon and the ships will be down and more 500 is well to come out and there's three more 500 is the rest are out believe it or not it's a huge Blockhead everyone's stifled and wants them out. I have no ticket or 5150 business slowed and we've got several parts factories up and building more and he got angry and said why let me figure out something we sort of get that huge huge companies to the factory designs and building fast parts huge companies it's a giant movement to build these things and my husband's ideas working and it's going forward and it's this rough track things rev trike the story of a racing Network the dirt bikes it's going to try and have made there too I can't get any in. He wants to hold rallies with the choppers tons of people are I said and it looked and they're not really doing it so we have rallies today chopper rallies and fundraisers lots of people buy these choppers that just sounds victims he wants to have a charity run all sorts of things they were building parts factories as we speak giant ones there's tons of them now going out as we're speaking about it how funny it's going to be first to get to see him for these bikes he says everybody needs a bike in a revtreck cruiser. I'll have to admit it start promoting them and tons of them sold it's a huge huge bike I mean it's really nice it's not very huge it's low profile it's a lot lower than the Can-Am and it handles much better it's a great thing that's why it's a great day so I'm putting it on today I'm Big show and it's about it's about the track Rev and you can see it on TV they didn't show how it works and have people testing it and running on a track and show driving on the road people love it I think it's really nice you have a big huge testing area and a whole bunch of shops are open already tons of want to stock this they didn't get it right away you got a lot of choppers cuz people buy those like crazy but people want these things big time and for work and for play and for driving on trips a lot of people want it from work because you just simply to work in your zip out it's easy we have an enclosure for the hard knock kicker 5150 version it's just a basic enclosure and it's not perfect it doesn't cover everything but it's really nice compared to really enclosures looks like a Harley and tons of people want to see it so look at it and say that doesn't look bad and it's just like wearing Wrangler jeans you know get over it

Hera Zues

Help help no no I'm okay it's just a nightmare he had this nightmare we had to wear those things and take really cool you got them through school they said it's terrible and ridiculous but it works

I'm buying tons of these bikes no there's other job we also know that a lot of people don't like us sith Lords and I'm trying to irritate us to find us and stuff so I'm going to town but we're opening tons of factories out there this is going to be these bikes out here before you know it it said go ahead so doing it it's based on Thor's Freya's system.

We're pretty good at we like doing it and there's tons of office here to open factories and we can't because of Tommy f although they did it out West. So that was conversation and Dr evil's lair... So tell me if CSE enclosure on the revtrike it says yeah go ahead there's opening a few factories which makes sense it's like no excuse now for one you probably need parts because of your father's blockade. Building press factories here today we here we shall see

Savage Oppress

California is usually the place that starts It off it doesn't spread that fast although they're trying to ask for it here this is wait a minute we could take shipments from Cali down the southern corridor, it's true too and I can still try to set up a Porky's and still have to talk to it's a huge number of people that want the bikes it's a huge huge number go fast for choppers chop is usually don't go too fast these go real fast it's going on now it's a huge movement to try and get you one too she has to write your bicycle around I can't stand it it takes forever and go around you like four times they'll get caught beat up.

There's a huge number of factories going in California for parts check in at numbers and the engine too they have some motors like it it's not really a secret but we're going to keep it a secret and they're gigantic numbers of them being bought out there so you got a step on it says it's got to be some huge factories to suit it better and we're not doing there are some gigantic ones with their industrial areas no I mean they're not like operational and said sometimes we are what do we really in business here doing, we thought about it because the green light suck my torture yourself we don't do that either of course we do it's several huge factories that opened up this morning and the price was and frames and where do the frame actually letting us do it they want in all the time yeah so there's a secret to it they want the secret Jesus Christ. Max says that because our son figured it out here just started dwelling on it and thinking about it steaming on it. Because that industrial area the demand will probably be met even today you got all the parts going in the electronics this is a small amount of electronics and solid state for real and a lot of my liquid cooled all are. We have a huge number of people volunteering to work for us out there and I decided tons of people on and we pay people but we don't accept the volunteer work it's true too and we are reviewing our son's idea it's a sign some sort of employment contract no but a contractor sometime but people volunteer for independently wealthy will be accepted and we have positions for them in trucking and sales and things like that and sales promotions you know they feel like going to promotional shows and presenting the bikes. Max says what an a****** something Free Labor and it's a volunteer physicians I don't know it's illegal or illegal or something but with the positions he's talking about making volunteer if they want and go to these shows and they're independent from us it's true and trucking can be a third party company there's a lot of people like that a lot of companies too they want to get into it not industrial air is going to knock out tons of ice and huge orders for choppers and decent orders for rev tried cruiser and it is a gigantic day those that industrial areas can kick it out pretty quick. And yeah the orders go from Northern California some of Washington State and portion of Oregon all the way down to New Mexico they ordered about 50,000 this morning as they got wind of it from someone and more people are trying to inquire as we speak it's becoming a hit.

Speaking of which the Chinese are interested and why you're making their bike and they're coming in and making a big stink

Thor Freya

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Presents

Summary: it’s the day after Christmas and you still needed to give Chris his present.

Pairing: husband!Chris Evans x Black!Wife!Reader

Warnings: smut, anal, blowjob, squirting, doggy style, Daddy kink, swearing

(A/N: so... yeah. Idk what made me want to write anal, but... it happened. I’m so weird about anal personally, but the idea was hot so. Sue me. Anyway I have not edited this thing in the slightest. Reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

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You had been struggling to figure out what to get Chris for Christmas. He’d spent so much time taking care of you and buying you anything you could ask for. So you wanted to give him something back. Except what do you give a man that has almost everything.

You felt a little bad about having to give him his present so late. Christmas Eve had been so busy. You’d had to wrap presents and prepare dinner because as your first year as his wife you wanted to host. Which meant on Christmas Day the two of you were too busy and then too exhausted for you to give it then, too. So it was the day after Christmas and you were finally giving him his gift.

You.

It was a little self centered sure. Giving your husband you for Christmas, but there was something you’d never given him that he desperately wanted. He’d been such a good boy that you finally decided to give him the gift he’d been wanting.

You pranced down the stairs in the little red number you’d purchased. The pair of red bottom heels he’d gifted you for your birthday on your feet. He was more focused on whatever show he was watching. Didn’t even notice you until you came up behind him to start kissing along his neck.

“Mmm, someone’s a li-“ he was saying until he turned his head to see what you were wearing. You bit your lip as he looked you up and down. “Fuck.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you cooed. As you kissed his cheek before moving to his neck. He seemed at a loss for words as you went around to the other side of face him so you could straddle his lap putting your Loboutain clad feet on either side of his legs.

His jaw was still dropped as his eyes trailed to your clevage. His hands went to your ass, squeezing at your flesh. “Damn,” he said.

“Like it?” You asked as your lips went to his neck.

“Oh I love it. You naughty little slut,” he said, smacking your ass.

You giggled, but kept kissing along his skin up to his earlobe that you nibbled into making him groan. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt. You moved your hips, grinding into him. “If you’re good maybe you can make it on my naughty list.”

You got down on your knees. “Fuck you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said with a groan. You placed your chin on his thigh. He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “You gonna suck my dick?”

You nodded with a pout trying to make your eyes look all big and innocent. Even though deep down you just wanted him to stuff your mouth with his cock. “Please, Daddy,” you begged with your mouth wide open.

He groaned softly because fuck was this a sight to behold. He pushed his sweats down his thighs and as soon as his dick came into view, it was like you’d lost your mind. It wasn’t very different than what you usually did. You liked when he used you as his own personal sex toy. That’s kind of what was going to happen right now.

You started licking the underside of his dick. Using the tip of your tongue to lick over his slit. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He was staring down at you working his dick. Going to his balls so you could show them attention to.

You loved having your mouth on him. It didn’t matter if it was his lips, his cock, or his fingers, or even when you’d bite his arm as he fucked you from behind while you were flat on your stomach. So as you let him fuck your mouth you were pretty much in heaven. Moaning around him as you sucked and slurped.

He watched as you made a mess on his dick. Your spit coating his cock as you tasted his pre-cum. As good as it felt he didn’t want to cum yet, so he pulled you off because he wanted to fuck you properly.

He took his sweats off fully before picking you up to throw you over his shoulder. He smacked your ass then started jerking himself off as he walked upstairs. You knew you were in it for it and you were so giddy just thinking about it.

You bounced as he threw you on the bed. He took off his shirt and your mouth watered from seeing your man naked. You’d never get sick of seeing him like this.

He climbed on the bed, bringing his lips to yours. You kissed back with fervor taking his cock into your hand so you could start stroking him. Damn he was so thick your hand felt so little against him

“You gonna be my slut tonight?” He asked, slipping his fingers into the crotch of your outfit. “Let me fuck you however I want?”

“Uh huh,�� you breathed.

“No, no, little bitch. Use your words. Tell me you want to be Daddy’s cockwhore.”

You bit your lip at his words. “I wanna be Daddy’s cockwhore.”

He groaned at the words this time because he really could have cum just from hearing you say that. “Such a nasty girl for me.” He started fingering your pussy. Kissing you again as he spread you right open. “Gonna be my bitch tonight, huh,” he said getting ready to fuck into you.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m always your bitch. My pussy needs you so bad.” You mewled.

“Got dressed up so cute for me,” he curled his fingers so they’d hit your spot. Then he took them out showing them to you all nice and wet from how he stuffed your pussy before pushing them into your mouth so you could lick them clean. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He flipped you over so he could smack your ass. That’s when he noticed it. “Wait.” He pushed the crotch to the side seeing the cute jeweled plug in your ass. “Fuck.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.” You giggled.

“You sure, Baby?” He asked, rubbing the globe of your ass.

You moaned, nodding your head. “Yes, Daddy. I know it’s a little late, but I want to give you my ass for Christmas.”

He groaned. “Fuck,” he repeated, licking his lips, pushing his fingers back inside your wet cunt. You cried out trying to move back against him. Not being able to wait anymore he pushed inside of you.

Your seat of your panties hugged your ass as he pushed in and out of you from behind. He couldn’t stop himself as he rammed into you. You two had pretty rough sex and yet he couldn’t remember a time where he was going this hard.

He grabbed one of your arms, twisting it behind your back so he could fuck into you even harder. Making your ass bounce back against him. Your eyes were watering. Pussy wrapped tight around his dick as it clenched around him. His cock was invading your cunt in a way you almost couldn’t believe.

He started rubbing your clit from behind. Trying to help you along to your first orgasm and it worked so well because fuck you came so hard. It didn’t stop him except he moved from your clit to the plug in your ass. “F- fuck,” you stuttered out from the force as he pulled it out, only to push it back in again.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned out for him. Taking him so deep you felt it at the top of your stomach. You weren’t sure if maybe your gift was making him want to put a baby in you, but fuck it felt like it.

At the same time it felt like he was fucking you like he hated you. Like you weren’t his wife. Like you were just some girl he needed to get out of his system. Like he may never get this chance again. Like you were someone he shouldn’t have been fucking. Someone he could degrade.

“Oh, Daddy. You fuck me so good,” you whimpered. He grabbed you by your neck to pull you up so he could moan in your ear. His other hand went back to your clit. He switched up his pace now fucking you with faster but more lingering thrusts. Like he’d move his hips all quick to thrust in, then pull out slowly.

He bit at your ear while you fondled your tits. All the sensations you were feeling at once was starting to get to you. You’d already felt so full from the plug.

Your orgasm was intense. A tingling in your stomach spreading through your body. He kept going for a few more thrusts before laying you down on the bed. He pulled out of you to start kissing down your body.

He flipped you over after getting on the bed. He kissed your lips all sweetly. Making you suddenly remember that you were his wife and not his whore. He nuzzled your nose with his. “Where’s your toy?”

You licked your lips trying to gather your thought. It was like he’d fucked you so hard you didn’t have any. “In there,” you said motioning with your head to the nightstand. He kissed your forehead before leaning over to grab it.

He placed it beside you before leaning down to kiss you again. “You sure? There’s no turning back.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You took a deep breath.

You took off your little outfit so he could have better access to you. He’d started prepping you pulling your plug in and out of you to make sure you were perfectly stretched. Then squirted the lube he’d also gotten out of your drawers onto the little hole. You were determined to take it. Wanting to give your man something you’d previously told him was off limits.

When he first started to push into you, he eased in. Your legs spread wide open as he still had you on your back. He leaned over you so he could kiss you again. “How you feeling, Honey?” He asked as he finally managed to get his cock inside of you.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He rocked his hips trying to get you used to it. You started rubbing your clit because even though he was stuffed in your poor swollen pussy was begging for attention.

Chris looked down at you, groaning. He wished he could take a picture. Of you playing with your puffy pussy while he fucked your tight ass. “See I knew you’d like it.”

You nodded because he was hitting this really yummy spot inside of you. You could feel yourself getting close again. Chris was smiling down at you as he watched you take him. Fuck you were such a good little slut.

“Sluts like you always love having all your holes owned.” He moved your hand so that he could start rubbing your clit instead.

“You’re gonna make me...” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, juices squirting up. He doesn’t know how he held on after seeing that, but he kept fucking you. Then grabbed your toy to switch it on.

You screamed as he pressed it to your clit. It was on the highest setting and you weren’t sure if you could hold on. It quickly brought you to another orgasm. This one more dramatic, but fuck it felt so good. “Who owns your ass, Baby?”

“You do,” you whined. “It’s yours, Daddy.”

He pulled out so he could flip you onto your stomach. Wanting to make you cum one more time. You went back to rubbing your clit as he worked you from behind.

He smacked your ass while you cried into your pillow. Your body feeling like it was close to giving out. Feeling like he’d fucked you so good and stupid that all you could think about was letting him do what he wants to you.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he groaned. “Want me to cum in your right little asshole.”

“Yes,” you cried into your pillow.

“You gonna let me fuck your ass whenever I want.”

You nodded. “Fuck, yes.”

“I might not even use your pussy anymore after this. You gonna be my little anal slut if I tell you?”

“I am, Daddy,” you cried. “I am your anal slut.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned not being able to stop as he finally came inside of you. You followed quickly. This orgasm a little less intense after those first ones, but it still felt so good.

Chris cleaned everything up before climbing into bed with you. He rubbed your ass, trying soothe any soreness you might have. You curled into him wanting to be as close as you could be.

“Did you like it?” You asked him.

“You kidding me? I’m more in love with you than I was on our wedding night.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead.

You chuckled then hissed because your stomach felt like it was now aching too much from that. “Merry Christmas,” you yawned.

“Merry Christmas.” He sighed with this dopey smile on his face.

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