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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Are your prompts still open? If so can you do 7 from the NSFW for Levi Ackerman?

“so pretty in that maid outfit, now take it off…slowly”

pairing: levi ackerman x female reader

cw: language, modern au, nsfw (maid outfit, stripping, male receiving oral, restraints, deep throating, praise, dacryphilia, mentions of breeding kink)

word count: 2000+

a/n: hope you liked this my lovely, had a lot of fun writing levi nsfw as i’ve never written him for nsfw.

summary: in which levi buys you a maid outfit as a joke, now a week later you wear it waiting for him to come home, to give him exactly what he’s wanted since he bought it

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Levi didn’t know why he had ordered the outfit, he had been sent the link by Eren accidentally and had become infatuated with the blacks and whites, the little apron and short frilled out skirt. The white thigh highs, the black puffed out short sleeves and the cute little headband that accompanied it with cat like ears.

Levi had dismissed the thought of buying it, it wasn’t something he was personally into but imagining you in it, prancing around the apartment. He could imagine you being a good little housewife in it, ready for him to breed and take over. He found himself at work the next day buying it without a second glance. It was something he forgot about until you called his name with the package in front of you.

“I bought it as a joke.” He lied out as you chuckled at the costume, it was your size and Levi’s mouth almost watered at the sight of seeing you in it, bending out, teasing him with no will. He took a sharp breath before looking at you, you still stared at it waiting for more information, “you don’t need to wear it.”

That was the end of the conversation on the maid outfit, you chucked it into the inner depths of your wardrobe, Levi unable to ever see you wear it. Well that’s what he thought, you could see in his eyes how much he craved to see you wear it, craved for you to give him a show in the outfit. How could you ever resist your boyfriend, he’d been so good for you, always helping you around the apartment, cooking amazing dinners and always making you cum. He deserved a treat.

It had only been a week until you pushed your hand into your wardrobe trying to find the sealed plastic. You finally had it in your grasps before ripping it away, the outfit stood as a set. It was cute, something you hadn’t expected Levi to ever enjoy but his mouth almost salivated just with the outfit in your hand. You quickly undid your clothes, before wearing the costume, the short skirt barely met your lower thigh, traces of your ass peeking out. The square neck leaving your chest on show and the cat ears and thigh highs that suffocated your thighs. You twirled the fake feather duster in your hand, it gave nothing to the look as you easily chucked it away.

Now all you had to do was wait, wait for your lover to come home and see you. You didn’t know what you were going to do, how you were going to surprise him. You couldn’t just be sitting waiting for him on the couch, you needed for it to be special. You quickly went to your bedroom sending Levi a text to come straight to your shared room before grabbing the stuff you needed from a box in your bottom cabinet.

You waited patiently in the room, you knew he was coming home soon, and he hadn’t responded to your text which made you get anxious. You heard the jingle of the keys before a loud sigh came from his mouth, you heard him shuffle taking his shoes off before dropping his stuff onto the couch. “Y/n, what’s in our room?” He shouted but you gave no reply quickly closing the light and hiding behind the door.

He gave another loud sigh before walking to the door, he almost stumbled inside trying to find the light switch. But you met his hand instead, standing behind him, you wrapped your hands around his eyes as you could hear his harsh breath. “Baby wha…”

“You trust me right?” You whispered into his ear, giving a kiss to just under his earlobe. He nodded as he waited for your next words, “close your eyes.” He did as he was told, shutting his eyes as he felt a cool silk material get wrapped around his eyes.

You looked at his outfit, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, the undone buttons leaving your imagination to go wild. “You gonna show me something good baby.” He spoke lowly as you gave a soft chuckle, he felt your hand on his own before being pushed onto the bed. “Babe…” He trailed off as he felt you straddle his lap, taking one of his hands and tying it to one end of the bedpost before you did the same to his other.

“I’m going to take this off baby, wait for me to tell you when to open your eyes.” You spoke slowly, kissing his neck as he twitched under you.

“Okay.” He mumbled out as he felt you take the blindfold off, probably chucking it to the side. He kept his eyes shut hearing rustling in front of him. You had moved right between his legs, kneeling as you sat in a way which you knew he’d love.

“Open your eyes baby.” Light flashed into his eyeline, the sun was setting as his eyes adjusted to the light, before looking at what was in front of him.

You kneeled in front of him, mouth-watering to taste him, he stared down at the outfit, eyes flicking between the kitten ears right down to your hand that rested in front of your cunt. “Baby girl, you treating me right tonight aren’t you?”

He hated the restraints, you were going to toy with him, suck him off without even a chance to push your mouth deeper on his cock. He knew you, knew what you were like, that innocent smile that played across your face was a deception that hid your true malice. “I want to make you feel good, baby.”

He craved your touch, craved everything about you, “you gonna be my good girl and do what I tell you.” He watched you eagerly nod your head, even when he was in a submissive position you would never disobey him. Always listen to his words, every action he asked from you, you’d do. You were under his seductive spell and he was loving every bit of it. “So pretty in that maid outfit, now take it off…slowly.”

He licked his lips in anticipation, watching how you stayed kneeling, the way you slowly unzipped the side of the outfit, how the sleeves fell off your shoulder, your exposed breasts right in his eyeline. You easily took the dress off, he watched how your slick seeped out of your cunt, “no underwear baby.” He cooed as he had to suppress a moan from just seeing your cunt and tits on show, “leave them on.” He gestured to the thigh highs and kitten ears, he saw how you stayed kneeling in front of him, his pretty girl, with that pretty cunt that he owned.

Your eyes moved down to the evident bulge in his trousers, you crawled towards his cock. Slowly undoing the belt buckle and zip. You licked your lips waiting to see his cock spring out as you pulled his trousers down, it stayed at his ankles as you found yourself staring at the deeply blushed tip of his cock. It curved towards his stomach and the vein that accompanied the side made you want it in your mouth. “Go on baby.” He spoke as you looked like you were going to suffocate if you didn’t have him inside his mouth. “Pretty girl, use that mouth.”

You obliged hand reaching the base as you took a long lick upwards to the tip, pre cum spilling up as it seeped onto your tongue. “show me.” He groaned out as you lolled your tongue out for him to see the white sit perfectly on your tongue. You had bent forward, to take more of him, your exposed ass high for him to see with the white thigh highs. The kitten ears were right in front of him sitting against your head as you took another lick upwards before swirling your tongue on his tip.

“I’m gonna make you fee…feel good.” You murmured too infatuated with how perfect his cock was, you quickly swirled your tongue against his tip again before taking a deep breath as you pushed your mouth to wrap around his cock. Your mouth barely fit half of him until his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Ke…keep going.” He groaned as he continued to try and thrust his hips further into your mouth, he watched as your eyes watered at the consistent contact. As much as he loved treating you like his good girl he needed to grab your head and push his cock right down your throat. He pulled at the restraints, the rope being loose but still hard to get out of, every time he thrusted into your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his cock sent a wave through him as he tried to get out of the rope.

He watched how the tears fell onto his thigh, one hand gripping the thigh as the other moved your hair to the side to easily deep throat him. He heard gargles from your mouth as you moaned at the impact of it all, he felt one restraint start to give way as his hand easily came out. He saw the concentration in your eyes as you bounced your mouth up and down, trying to fit all of him down your throat. “Good girl, t…taking me so well.” He groaned as he quickly undid his other hand, “let me help you my love.” He cooed as he watched you look up at him with watered eyes, you saw his hands free as he rubbed his wrists. Before tightly wrapping one hand in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail.

“P…please let me h…have you in my mouth.” You cried out hands gripping his thighs as he moved his other hand to your jaw down to your neck before flicking his fingers against your nipples.

“I’ll let you make me cum, princess.” He muttered before you felt him slam your mouth right onto his cock, he pushed your throat further as he thrusted upwards. Feeling the base of his cock reach your mouth as his tip sat comfortably down your throat. You tried to breathe through your nose, but the suffocation made it harder. He moved back and forth using your hair to easily drag your mouth in the same movement. He watched as you babbled out nonsense about being his good girl, which you definitely were. “C…c’mon jus…just a little bit more, you want to make me cum, don’t you, you want to be my good girl…keep going.”

The praise made you continue to swirl your tongue against his cock, you felt stuffed in your mouth, your cunt swelling to feel some contact as well, as you felt Levi’s other hand hold onto your shoulder to push you further down. The evident swell in your throat of Levi’s cock made him groan even more, your movement with your tongue and feel your lips wrap around him made him want to cum in a matter of seconds. “I’m going to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours…make everybody know who this mouth belongs to.” He groaned as he just heard a short yes, his pace quickened as he kept with his hand in your hair, your nose hitting the base at every thrust. “Fuck…baby, su…such a good girl.”

He leant back, tilting his head backwards as he looked at the ceiling, groaning as he felt his cock twitch, “cum.” He heard the single word come from your mouth as you went for some air before his cock divulged back into your mouth. At the word he found the white liquid gush cascade into your mouth, his cock spilling inside your throat as the war liquid stayed on your tongue. He groaned as he felt empty of cum watching how cum and drool dribbled out of your mouth.

“Show me.” He looked up at your frame, your nipples hard and cunt filled with slick, he moved his hand to your jaw, thumb brushing your lips as you opened your mouth. Cum coating your tongue and teeth, your sweety dishevelled look made him seductively joyous. “Swallow.”

You did as he wanted, swallowing the cum and saliva as he wiped your mouth clean, hand on your jaw. “You want to cum as well, baby.” He teased just as he was about to kiss you, eyes flicking onto your frame and swollen cunt. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want too.”

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commorsicoclub · 4 years

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The Good Chase (Soft Vore)

G/T soft vore. M/M. Human Prey, Giant Pred. Fearplay. Mouthplay. Belly rubs.

The air was ripe with their scent. An intoxicating mixture of sweat and blood that made him salivate at the mere thought of their eventual capture. He could practically taste them already and he swallowed the excessive saliva.

He had first caught a whiff of them on his normal patrol; a boring affair of wandering aimlessly through the park after dark. It was a know hot-spot for the little folk to appear and though he was under ‘official’ orders to report and turn over any that he should come across, it was an unwritten rule in the department that the chief hated dealing with the paperwork and no one would bat an eye if one of the pests just...never materialized. So it was that if you found yourself assigned night park duty, don’t bother bringing a packed lunch with you, because it was almost guaranteed a little someone or someones would be along shortly to fill the gap.

And right at that moment as he scrambled through the brush and shrubs, trying to keep pace with the little creature fleeing from him, he found himself just shy of ravenous. Whatever mechanisms that lead to the small beings to be surreptitiously dropped into their realm to begin with seemed to be on the fritz. All night he had only caught a sniff of one, the one he currently was chasing. And it had popped through hurt. Small trickles of blood made a clear path for the giant to track, even if he had a massive head cold that rendered his senses of smell useless. All he needed to do was follow the blood and it would lead him to his lunch.

He was actually rather impressed with the little fellow. He evaded fairly well, changed directions, and even managed to lose him once or twice, but a nice breeze brought the human’s scent back to him and the chase continued. Despite the growling complaints of his belly, the giant was thoroughly enjoying himself.

It had been forever since he had a good chase.

He broke through the brambles and into a wide clearing where he stopped. Down at his feet, the trickling trail of blood stopped. He stared down at the dark droplets and then looked all around him. Nothing immediately caught his eye, but he could still smell them. The sounds of night insects buzzing droned out the possibility of hearing the human’s breathing. The little thing must be gasping by now.

“Alright then,” he said aloud as he continued to look around the clearing. “Come on out little human. I will find you eventually.”

No answer.

“You’ve lost a good bit of blood,” he remarked with a smug smirk. “Gotta be awfully tired. Why not just surrender and it’ll all be over nice and quick.”

He spun once more, his eyes lingering on every dark little hole and patch that looked like t could hold a wounded human when suddenly he felt something drip onto his head. Looking up, another drop of something hit his cheek and he jumped. Brushing his thumb across the warm wet spot, he looked down to see a smear of red.

Blood.

He licked his thumb and hummed happily. “Oh yes,” he purred aloud, closing his eyes as he savored the taste. He tilted his head and opened his eyes and grinned. “There you are, morsel.”

About a dozen feet above his head he saw the whites of the human’s eyes as it stared down at him. And by the smell of it, the human was truly and properly terrified. Delicious.

The human had its legs and arms wrapped around a young tree branch, the once yellow sleeve of its shirt marred with the deep stains of its own blood. He inhaled deeply and licked him lips. “Oh, yes. I am going to savor you, human.”

“Just fuck of already!” came the indignant reply from his soon to be lunch and he chuckled.

“Not just yet,” he told them. “I’m still hungry.”

“Then go eat a dick!”

He paused, raising an eyebrow and then laughing loudly. “No thank you. You’ll do just fine.”

The human pushed up from the branch to stare down at him with wild angry eyes and he got his first real proper look at the little fellow. And a fellow he was. On the younger side and a little skinnier than he would have preferred, but that did not quell his determination to see that he ended his shift with the human in his belly.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” asked the human, his voice cracking. “Go eat a fucking sandwich if you’re hungry!”

“Why would I do that, when you’re right here?” he grinned, showing off his long canines.

“Because I don’t wanna be your goddamn dinner!”

“Lunch actually,” he said with a shrug. “I’m on the night shift.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck? You’re trying to make a meal out of me, does it really matter which one?!”

“Well, if it was dinner, I’d be temped to eat you with a sauce or maybe a demi glace.”

“Dude! Just...just fuck off and leave me alone!” The human had reached the stage where hysterics came into play. He couldn’t see clearly, but he believed the human may have started to cry. It certainly sounded like it.

“Not going to happen, pipsqueak,” he said and then made a great showing of licking his lips. “Only way this ends is with you in here.” He gave his middle an enthusiastic rub and he heard a terrified whimper from the human.

“I don’t even know where the fuck I am!” The human cried.

“Eldridge park,” he replied smugly. “Oh, you mean the part where you’re clearly no longer in your own world. Well, that I can explain. You got pulled though a temporal rift.”

“I don’t...know what that means.”

“The way it was explained to me,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “Was to think of it an imbalance on our side and the universe wants to be nice and even and equal, it pulls things from your side and into ours to correct the imbalance. Most of the time it’s you little folk that pop through.”

“And you just thought,’Oh hey! A small person! Let’s see if THEY TASTE ANY GOOD’?!”

“Not me personally,” he replied. “But yeah. Sort of.”

“You’re a fucking psycho!”

“No, I’m a cop. A hungry cop.”

“C’mon man,” the human groaned. “Is there any way I get out of this without getting eaten?”

He just grinned. “Not that I can see. Now, this had been fun and all, but like I said. I’m hungry.”

With that, he kicked the tree’s truck his the flat part of his boot and the whole thing shook violently. It wasn’t a large tree and it didn’t take much effort the send it shaking. He heard the startled cry and looked up just in time to see the human lose their balance on the branch and fall. But their legs and good arm caught the branch and they swung precariously from it. His grin widened.

“Oooh,” he said. “If you fall, maybe I can catch you with my mouth.”

“FUCK OFF!” the human wailed, crying out again when one of their legs slipped and then the other. For several seconds the human held on only by the strength of one hand, but then, as he had know it would, the little morsel’s arm gave out and he plummeted down towards the officer.

He decided late minute he wasn’t going to catch the human with his mouth. Instead he reached his hands out and his lunch fell right into his hand. He closed his fingers around them before they had enough sense to realize where he was, but it was only a moment later that the little body began to thrash and struggle.

“C’mon!” the human wailed, wiggling with in effective jerks. His small eyes were wide and wild with fear and he was pale. “Don’t...don’t do it.”

He ignored the pitiful pleas and bright the human up to his face and inhaled deeply. “If you could smell what I smell,” he told the morsel. “You would argree with me.”

He expected another swear laden tirade, but it seemed his lunch had been spent and could do nothing more than shake and stare at him, waiting for the deed to be done. And the officer had no reason to delay his well earned meal any longer so he gripped the young human by the end of his feet and dangled him above his open mouth.

“JESUS FUCKING–!” the human yelled, flailing his arms. “DON’T DO IT! PLEASE!”

His answer was to lower the human into his maw, tongue extended out and he laid the flailing morsel onto it and pulled the organ back inside with the human in tow. He closed his mouth, lips sealing around the human’s upper thighs and began to taste his treat. A deeply savory flavor and vaguely salty from the exertion of the chase and then there was the bloodied arm that lent a delicious metallic bite.

“Please, please, please don’t do this! I didn’t do anything wrong! I promise! I just want to go home! Please don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” He hummed in pleasure, pushing his tongue up under the human’s shirt to lick along his back and sides. His skin was so smooth and pleasant. Much more soft that he had thought and the human even had a slight bit of a belly. Outside his mouth, the human’s legs kicked and flailed, but after a minute or so of being rolled around in the officer’s mouth, the struggles began to lessen and soon the human was just a shivering sobbing mess of a creature.

He was disappointed. He would have though the human had at least another minute before giving up. Perhaps the blood loss was getting to him. He tilted his head back and was able to swallow when...

“I’m sorry...” came the tired pathetic voice from the back of his throat. “Whatever I did...I’m sorry...”

The officer narrowed his eyes and opened his gullet as wide as he was able to and the moment he felt the human’s head slide inside, he swallowed. Hard. His throat bulged as the human was pulled down and another firm swallow pulled the small feet across the back of his tongue and down into his esophagus. Staying still, he was able to feel the human travel downward and waited for the moment his lunch finally plopped down into his belly. He felt the weight hit his middle and his gut pushed against his belt. He sighed and licked his lips idly. “Oh yes,” he said listlessly, his mind concentrating on ever squirm and wiggle the human made inside him. “You were quite the treat, little guy. Very flavorful.”

He stifled a belch and then turned to walk back to his patrol car. His lunch hour was over and so was his patrol. As he walked the dark paths, his hands rubbed gentle circles around his stomach which happily gurgled in reply as it set about taking care its new guest. He was almost to his car when he felt the human press their hand into the flesh of his belly.

“Please, sir...please let me go...”

He pressed back with his hand. “You’re lunch, little man. Lunch doesn’t talk.”

“..but I do talk...I’m a person...please...please let me go...” He felt the little hand press back and rolled his eyes as he pulled his keys from his pocket. Such dramatics...

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said said to his belly as he unlocked his door and slid inside. “You’re just gonna have to just sit tight and let whatever happens, happen.”

He pulled up the small handheld computer and began to type in his report, not bothering to recount the events of his lunch hour. He never did. Once he was finished, he sent it off and marked himself off duty on the console before starting up the car and driving off, one hand still rubbing his pleasantly full belly. He stopped at the fist stop light and leaned over to the glove compartment to fish out his mints. He popped one of the round white chalk pellets into his mouth.

“...it’s not fair...” he heard the faint cry. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance and chewed the mint thoroughly before swallowing. The cool sensation spread down his throat and into his belly. He had expected a reaction from the human, but there was none. He hummed thoughtfully. Perhaps he had gone a bit overboard…

When he arrived at his apartment, he saw the side table lamp was on through the blinds and he growled, unlocking the door and stepping through, and then closing and locking it behind him.

“Hey, Red,” said a small cheerful voice. He whirled around, eyes flaming with ire and the small creature sitting on the side table, an entertainment magazine splayed out in front of them. “Catch anyone?”

“What the fuck are you doing up this late? Why is the light on?” he demanded, marching over and turning the light off.

“Hey! I was reading!” He grabbed the human woman and went to the kitchen.

“It’s 4AM, Penny,” he growled, flicking on the light and setting the girl down next to the sink.

“I know what time it is,” she snapped. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d wait up for you in case you caught something.”

He eyes her as he turned the water on and sticking his hand into the flow of it and waited for it to get warm before plugging the drain and filling the basin with a few inches of water. “Someone might have seen you.”

“I had the blinds drawn.”

“You could have read in the office.”

“The twins are sleeping in there,” she replied.

“Why?” he asked, pulling a metal box from a cabinet. “What’s wrong with their own beds?”

“Beats me,” Penny replied with a shrug. “I think they’re scared of the dark and are using your computer like a nightlight.”

“Of all the stupid nonsense...” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“So?”

He looked at Penny, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Penny stared at him and pointed to his obviously swollen gut. “You gonna leave us in suspense or are you actually planning on eating that one for keeps?”

He grinned at her, showing off his fangs and licking his lips. “Maybe. He was an awfully tasty one.”

Penny didn’t rise to the taunt and just made an impatient motion with her hands. “Yes, yes, big bad giant like the yummy humans, I’ve heard this bit. Just cough him up already.”

“Not kidding, Penny. I like this one,” Red told Penny as he slipped his uniform coat and shirt off, leaving him in his undershirt. “He gave a real good chase. Made a lot of smart moves. While he was bleeding too.”

Penny bristled. “Bleeding? How bad?”

Red tilted his head in a so-so manner. “Not sure. There was a lot of it. Was a bit disappointed at the end though. He started crying.”

Penny glared at him. “The day you’re violently pulled through space and time and chased by someone fifty times larger than you that’s trying to EAT YOU, then come talk to me. Otherwise, you have no room to complain.”

“You know, you should be a lot more grateful,” he said, putting his hands to his belly and feeling for how the human was positioned inside. “I could’ve eaten you all for real.”

“I’m full of gratitude,” Penny asserted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna lick your boots.”

Penny watched as he pressed and rubbed around his belly, looking out into space.

“Problem?” she asked.

“Nah, not really,” he replied. “Kid’s just sitting’ funny. I’ll have him in a moment.”

After a few more calculated pushed and rubs, Red made a pleased hum and then bent over the sink. His whole body tensed up as he pushed the contents of his stomach back into his esophagus and slowly wormed the lump up into his gullet. Once he felt the human’s head on the back of his tongue, he reached inside and pulled the rest of them out with his fingers. The human was unconscious and covered with a thick pale blue mucus.

“Do the mints help?” Penny asked, watching as Red eased the human into the water and began to wash the mucus, saliva, and stomach juices off of him, making sure his head remained above the surface. The water began to turn red from the blood.

“Oh yeah,” said Red, pulling the human up out of the water and setting them down gently onto a towel. “Way easier to bring them back up.”

“Did Juelles say what they’re actually made of?”

“Nope,” he shrugged. “Just said to make sure I ate one after swallowing one of you.”

“Wish we had those when you caught me,” she said with a mild frown.

Red grinned and patted his belly. “All it would have meant was you could’ve stayed in here a bit longer.”

“No thank you,” she replied raising her hands. “Saw it once already. Was not impressed.”

Red just laughed, using a small pair of scissors from the first aide kit to cut the human’s sleeve on his wounded arm. Penny walked close to look.

“That doesn’t look too bad,” she said, looking at the six inch gash across the young man’s bicep. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. She looked up at Red. “You want me to bandage it?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll go see if we have something he can change into.”

“There’s that big green t-shirt that Tom doesn’t wear anymore and there’s still a few pairs of clean sweat pants.”

Penny set to work wrapping lengths of gaze around the boy’s arm and by the time she was done, Red returned with the aforementioned green t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants. Penny helped ease the soaked clothing off them and replace them with the dry ones.

“So, just how evil did you play it?” she asked, pulling one of his feet through the pant leg.

“Hm,” Red hummed as he considered. “Pretty evil.”

“Oh good, so we have screaming to look forward to,” Penny moaned. “Couldn’t you have just for once been nice and explained what was going on?”

“I did. Still scared him shitless,” Red replied with a devious smirk. “Couldn’t help it. I was really hungry.”

“Why didn’t you bring a sandwich then?”

“Didn’t feel like it. Besides, if I had to bring a human back up, it’s a lot easier if I don’t have to bring up a sandwich too.”

Penny made an odd head tilt and hand motion that in its entirety said something to the effect of ‘I suppose that is true’. Once the human was dressed, Red went to the refrigerator and pulled out a brown paper bag and a beer. After fishing around inside, he pulled out a sandwich and took a big bite and followed it with a long pull from his beer. Penny just glared at him.

“What?” he asked and took another bite. “I’m still hungry!”

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maybe-your-left · 4 years

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A Case In Need: It’s Already Complicated

This chapter is motivated by the song Freakin Out by The Wrecks, listen to it and just know, the reader is feeling fine.

TW/CW: NSFW, Kylos a mean bitch, choking, overall tones of aggression.

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Waking up the next morning was a task. Your body was sore and you had plenty of bruises to prove that what had happened yesterday had indeed happened.

You had spent the evening after trying to understand what had happened to you. What caused you to throw yourself at this man, why did you let him hit you, why did you like it?

You tried to find information about him from the internet but found nothing. It was like he didn’t even exist outside of the First Orders website. You went to sleep nervous about what the next day brought you.

Waltzing into the building in your best business attire, a black blouse with ruffled long sleeves, tucked into a black and white polka dot pencil skirt. It was playful yet matched the color scheme of the office, topping it off with your red lipstick again. You would’ve worn your necklace but someone had taken it from you.

After you got off the elevator you approached the front desk and the same receptionist was there to ‘greet’ you.

“Good morning, can you point me towards Mr. Rens office, I’m the new paralegal.”

She looked up and barely registered that you were a living person before motioning to the left hallway. Taking the hint you set off and made it down the hallway.

Near the end of a series of doors, you spotted his nameplate and knocked.

Nothing.

You knocked again, always being polite before barging into rooms.

Still silence.

You waited, pulling out your phone the time struck 8 AM. You were pretty sure he said to meet in the office at 8, but where was he?

You waited a few more minutes before pulling out the mirror from your purse and began looking over your makeup. Just then the door flew open and you were met with Ren's smoldering gaze. He was wearing another black tailored suit, this time with a maroon tie, his hair fell in effortless waves and you tried hard to forget what it felt like to tug on them.

“You’re late.” He turned around and made his way to the opposite side of the desk, “Have a seat.”

“I wasn’t late, I knocked on the door,” you hastily explained, “You’re the one who didn’t let me in.”

He ignored your complaining and sat down in a huff. He began gathering papers on his desk and seeming to organize them in different stacks. You weren’t sure what he was doing, it kinda looked like a nervous tick but maybe there was a method to his madness.

“Well, uh, good morning Mr. Ren,” you cleared your throat, “what case are we preparing for?”

He said nothing. Ren was entirely too focused on the official papers and shifting his laptop across his desk.

“Hey, dude are you okay?”

His eyes snapped up at you.

“What did you just call me?”

You gulped.

He rose to his feet again and circled you, much like yesterday. However, today felt far more predatory. He was looking at his freshly killed meal, ready to tear it apart limb from limb with his powerful teeth. He stood straight in front of you, his arms by his sides.

“I’m sure I told you what you are to call me yesterday Miss (Y/N).”

You couldn’t look at him, fear wrecked your body. You did not want to cry this early in the day, especially recounting yesterday's escapades. You remembered he could make you cry if you showed you were crumbling. Attempting to strengthen your resolve you looked up at his face, and it all vanished.

His deep eyes were boring into your soul. He was a starved man and you were his last meal. Swallowing you tried to speak before he cut you off.

“Oh Angel…” he reached out to stroke your cheek, “you look so pretty when you’re scared.”

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. The pet name was so seductive… you weren’t used to this kind of praise from anyone. You had never been regarded at a prize or something of value from a man, especially a man whom you had met 24 hours ago. It reeked of excitement, mystery, danger but fuck you wanted more. He had made his way back to his chair and sat slowly before addressing you again.

“Come.” motioning to his lap, “let me help you relax Angel.”

You stood on rubber tubes, your ankles willing to give out with each step over to him. Your boss, again a man you had just met yesterday, ordering you around like a trained slave.

He pulled you up to straddle his lap, his face completely neutral as your skirt rose up almost revealing your black thong. His hands found purchase in the tops of your naked thighs, hands barely skimming up and down their length before he gazed into your eyes.

“Good girl, you didn’t wear tights like I asked.” he breathed into your neck. Nodding you ran your hands across his shoulders up to the base of his neck. Playing with the long hair that settled there, Ren grunted at your fingers. His hands ran up the length of your back and violently grabbed your hair yanking your head back.

“Did I say you could fucking touch me?”

You were thrashing against his hands, clawing at him to release your hair. You felt tears beginning to fall down your face and you hastily tried to throw him off. He grasped all your hair in one hand and brought the other to your cunt. His fingers trailing up and down your clothed lips, adding just enough pleasure to cause your screams to turn into little whimpers of pleasure. Ren just groaned as your hips involuntarily bucked against his groin, he was loving the fight you were putting up.

“Now now Angel, you don’t want me to ruin your makeup again do you?” releasing your head just a little so you could look at him, “Or do you want me to…”

He emphasized his sentence by pushing a finger into your heat. Effectively ripping the black lace-like it was made of nothing. You moaned against him and bucked your hips up towards his hand, desperate for more.

“Please…” you chanted as he slowly tortured your cunt with slow strokes. “Please Mr. Ren, I-I-I need it.”

“What do you need?” he hummed back at you, leaning forward to press slow kisses onto your throat. You looked down at him and lurched forward, trapping his lips in a kiss. Your red lipstick smearing across his mouth. Ren growled and yanked your head back again.

“Those are not words Miss (Y/N).”

He cut your name off like it was aflame on his tongue. He was not pleased with your invasion but you didn’t care, you wanted him, needed him to quench the yearning between your legs.

One look at you and Ren pulled out his finger and began undoing his belt. Allowing his cock to spring up against his clothed abdomen, it was even bigger than you remembered. Moaning as he ran his hand up the length. Hoping you were giving him enough to just stick it inside you and never come out. Letting go of your hair, Ren's hands came to your hips and lifted you until the head of his cock was prodding the entrance through your ripped panties. With a grunt, he slammed your hips down on his lap while you screeched in response to his forcefulness.

“This is what you get for not listening to me,” he seethed at you, “You get fucked until all you know is my cock, understood?”

“Yes yes yes Mr. Ren, please.” you were moaning on him, desperate for him to start thrusting. His lips caught yours in a brief but searing kiss and suddenly he shoved three fingers into your mouth and bucked his hips upwards at an Olympic pace. You were gagging and moaning around him, starting to salivate from the pressure on your palette. Attempting to meet his thrusts with your hips you kept getting the wind knocked out of you. After a few tries, you just let your arms ragdoll on the sides and basked in the pleasure of Ren pounding you.

“Fuck,” he said between thrusts, “Your pussy takes my cock so well Angel.”

You moaned around his fingers, drenching them and your chin in spit.

“Do you like my cock? Say it. Say you love my cock.”

Pulling his fingers out just enough, you caught your breath. Completely forgetting his question, just trying to focus on getting your breathing back on track. Suddenly his hand gripped your throat with intense strength.

“Say. It. Now. Or I won’t let you cum.”

You struggled to respond, only able to nod your head and attempt to pull his hand off your neck. You could feel your ears popping from the pressure he was giving you, but with each thrust, you got a sliver of air that sent waves of pleasure throughout you. You weren’t sure if you could ever speak again, you weren’t even sure you were in reality, all you knew is that his cock was the only thing that mattered. Ramming so hard inside you, filling you to the brim with warmth. You wanted to cum on him, milk him for all his cum, claim him as yours.

“Yes, yes Mr. Ren I love it.” you choked out.

A grin running ear to ear broke out on his face when you responded. “You’re so good, Angel. I’m so proud of you.” And then he thrust into you and you were sure your mind had shattered. Your orgasm was immense, you felt your eyes roll back into your head as it crashed into you. Clenching down on his cock you felt yourself spilling out onto him. Moaning and mewling in thanks for his steady pressure that brought you here.

As you came down Ren released you and threw you to the floor jerking his cock over your face. Mouth open, tongue out, eyes shut, you were ready to receive his load again.

Knock knock knock

Ren's eyes shot up at the door and he immediately pushed you to the side. His eyes were no longer full of hunger for you but instead the fear of who was there. Quickly you grabbed your purse and grabbed out a baby wipe and slapped it on his face to try and remove the lipstick stains.

Knock knock knock

They came harder this time. You could hear two voices behind the door now, distinctly murmuring about where Ren was.

After cleaning his face Ren tucked his hard cock into his pants and attempted to strangle it between his belt and abs. You had fixed your hair and lipstick in your tiny mirror, sitting down in the seat across from his desk, when the door flew open.

“See I told you he was here,” a female voice came from behind you, “He’s just bad at opening doors.”

“Of course sweetheart, I never doubted you.” came a rough older male voice alongside her.

“Hi, honey!” the female rushed in and stood on Rens left. Hugging his shoulders as he still sat in the chair to cover his bulge.

“Darling,” he spoke to the stranger, “I wasn’t expecting you this morning.”

“Don’t be foolish now Ren, she was here to see me.” came the unknown male voice, he had made his way into the room behind the female.

“Daddy and I were about to head for breakfast and I wanted to come see you.”

You cringed at the nickname the woman had for the older man. You weren’t really sure what was going on between all of them but glancing over a rock hit your stomach.

She had a ring.

A big ring.

On the ring finger.

That ring finger.

Adjusting your gaze, your eyes locked with Rens left knuckle.

He also had a ring.

On the ring finger.

The same finger that was just down your throat momentarily.

You were brought out of your daze by the woman who was speaking towards you.

“Where are my manners, you must be the new paralegal!”

Smiling back at her you cleared your throat before answering, “Yes I’m (Y/F/N), the new paralegal.”

“Ugh I’m so glad Kylo hired a new one, someone has to keep him from being such a workaholic. I know you’ll keep an eye on him for me,” she winked back at you before bringing her eyes back to Ren who was staring anywhere but you. She leaned down and whispered something in her ear, you couldn’t make it out, but you were sure it would make you want to puke.

“Um, (Y/N), this is,” he motioned towards the woman draped over his shoulders. However, he couldn’t finish his thought before she butt in, “I’m Rey, Kylos wife!” She looked so proud of herself, so happy and smiling like she had the most perfect marriage with a man who loved her. She was like a puppy being brought a new chew toy, she was practically buzzing around him.

“And I’m her father, and the lead lawyer here at the First Order,” the older man reached a hand out toward you, “A pleasure to meet you Miss (Y/N).”

“Pleasures all mine Mr. Palpatine sir.” returning your hand to your lap you waited. For something, anything to wake you from this nightmare. Counting down from 100 you hoped to be thrown out of your misery and it would all just be a dream.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a dream. And sweet ignorant little Rey was the victim in it. She had no idea her husband was fucking you, praising you, tasting you just moments before. The guilt was almost unbearable.

“Sweetheart we better get going so they can work, Rens got quite the case coming up.” Palpatine teased at his son-in-law. Rey nodded and then kissed Ren on the cheek before walking over to your side.

“Would it be weird if we hugged? I’m a hugger and I’m so happy that Kylo found someone he likes enough to work with again.” her arms were outstretched and waiting for confirmation. You really did not want to hug her, but fuck she was so happy, she thought that you were the key to getting quality time with her husband back. When in reality you were a lock he had shoved his key in over and over even though they shouldn’t have fit. Taking in a deep breath you stood and let Rey smother you.

“Ugh it was so nice to meet you! I can’t wait to see you again.” She pulled away beaming with pride, and practically skipped out the door, after blowing a kiss at Ren, Palpatine following her trail. The door shut tight behind them.

Silence blanketed the room.

He was married.

He was fucking married.

That’s a deal-breaker, right?

So why did you get back on your knees in front of him again…

TAGLIST: @finn-ray-nal-beads @morby

WHOOPSIE this was amazing and I love writing this. Also as an FYI i’m not a Reylo, i’m more anti reylo, i like her in the first two movies but TROS was a disaster and I felt like their bond was forced. BUT i respect you if you are reylo, and i think that’s great but in no way does my work reflect their relationship as a positive happy marriage, there is supposed to be tension. :(

#adam driver #kylo trash #kylo x reader #modern kylo #clyde logan #flip zimmerman #charlie barber #smut

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yas-puckerman · 3 years

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WHO: Lisette & Yas ( @lisetterosegilbert ) WHEN: end of the year WHAT: after going out // setting up to scene & chatting WARNINGS: Drugs - two separate smol unfinished

All Night Vibing;

If Lisette had been asked to recount the entire night in a court of law, she would have had to say that she couldn't. It had all turned into one beautiful, wonderful hazy blur in her head and now that she was pressed up against Yas' side, smoke hanging in the air around them, she didn't care about the parts that she couldn't remember. Only the parts that had etched themselves into her brain were important, and even those would likely fade under the combined effects of alcohol, orgasm, and a few hits. Yas had exhausted her, in every possible and perfect way, and Lisette's legs had all but stopped working. Fortunately she had no need to get up, and nowhere she needed to be, and for as long as they wanted to cuddle there they could. She drank Yas in, the warmth of her body and the heady scent of her, and felt another tiny aftershock of her last two orgasms ripple through her like a breeze. "Mmm," she moaned under her breath, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So good, Miss Yas. That was so good."

Yas turned into Lisette, her arm comfortably pinned supporting Lisette's head and left a sloppy kiss to the side of the submissive's neck. "Just don't tell anyone I let you smoke because I have a feeling the florist chick you hang around with might have some thoughts..." She grinned anyway, blissed out from their night. Yas pulled a few buckles loose at her waist and tugged the leather straps and heavy silicone away from her body to be discarded on the floor for now. Strap, vibrator, dance floor, and a little henny had them settled in for the night. Snug back in the Switches room before curfew on the dot. She prided herself at least for that. Yas took another hit and put it out in the ashtray beside her bed for later. When she rolled back into Lisette she brought her leg up to hook over the other woman's thighs, cradling herself around her as she pressed her face into the crook of Lisette's shoulder. "I had a lot of fun too." She said, agreeing. "You're fun to be out with babygirl."

Lisette giggled, pressing her face against Yas. She normally wore her emotions on her sleeve even when she was sober, and she was very much not sober. Between the pre-game, the drinks at the bar, the henny and a few hits she was flying very high and all the more emotional. "Not to worry, Miss," she promised in what was meant to be a whisper but came out several notches louder than she meant it, "no one's going to hear a word about it from me." It was hard not to watch the strap as it was removed, and Lisette licked her lips at the sight of it. They definitely needed to play with that again. Having Yas pressed against her fell very much into the realm of a good thing. Her hand came up so that she could run her fingers gently through her hair even as she kissed her temple - a feat of coordination that even surprised Lisette. "As are you, Miss Yas. Very, very fun."

Yas puffed an airy chuckle at the kiss to her temple, rewarding Lisette by squeezing her just a bit tighter to get her closer. Hot sex followed by cute cuddles was a personal favorite of Yas'. Truly the dirtier the interaction or scene followed by the most mellow and cheerful closeness. It really hit on something for her. "And you were a good girl too. Being very patient for what you needed." Yas said, tracing a single finger over Lisette's lower belly before hooking it back over her hip to hold her. "At the bar, on the dance floor." The Switch closed her eyes against the memory, hips winding together to music bumping around them, dance floor full of people, knowing damn well the submissive was sporting a hidden vibrator in her panties. It gave Yas a chill again just thinking about it. "I especially liked that choice to wait and let me fuck you. So fun, babygirl. I'd fully do it again any time you wanted."

Lisette happily squirmed in closer, face lighting up with a grin as her temple was kissed. "I wasn't sure that I was going to make it through that," she confessed in another loud voice that was meant to be a whisper. Apparently being high left her without any sort of inside voice. "I was pretty sure I was either going to explode or faint before we finished dancing. But I had good inspiration," her fingers reached out to skim across Yas' soft skin. "Because I knew that if I could hold on I could have something so much more fun than just what I'd get on the dance floor." Her gaze flicked to the strap and back to Yas. "I couldn't choose anything else, Miss. I just couldn't. Because I really, really wanted you to fuck me." A smile tugged at her lips. "We'll definitely have to do it again, because that was amazing. You took really good care of me, I hope you know that."

Chit-Chat;

Yas hadn't gone into the week thinking it would be a draining one but starting the week off with a long ass test really put the Switch in a mood. She'd greeted Lisette at the door, taking her by the hand to pull her up from kneeling and directly to the bedroom. "Exciting week huh?" She said as she tugged off her shirt and dropped her sweatpants to the floor to comfortably be in a bra and boxers as she jumped into the unmade blankets. Thursday was her relax night. No work, lately no plans except for family, but Lisette seemed like an exception and Yas had specifically chose it for their evening so they'd have plenty of time to chill. "How's unsingle life?"

Lisette was incredibly grateful to be done with the retest. There had been a tremendous amount of stress in her as she worried about whether she'd somehow be found something other than a submissive, despite the fact that she knew full well it's all she was and all she was meant to be. The rest of the week had passed in something of a blur, but when Thursday came she was more than happy to know that she'd be spending time with Yas. "Very, Miss. Not in a great way, necessarily, because I think everyone just ended up feeling super stressed and not very happy, but it was a lot. I'm happy it's almost over." Without being prompted she stripped down as well, to her underwear and a white tank top she'd worn under her button-up shirt, and climbed under the covers to rest against Yas. "It's good, Miss," she confirmed with a grin. "Miss Emerson makes me happy, and I like to think that I do the same for her. We're going slow, but I think that's the best thing for us both. How's happily single life?"

“Happy.” Yas replied automatically. It was true, she was plenty busy and bouncing around was almost exclusively what she lived by. Occasionally there would be someone but even then the Switch couldn’t really be tethered down. Yas shifted, moving so her leg was hooked over the submissive, along with nearly half her body. “Emerson seems dope.” She said, beginning to trace her fingers in circles around the submissive’s shoulder. “I was told for play and shit you gotta earn your orgasms.” The Switch continued, her touch moving down to the flat of Lisette’s chest, through the valley of her breasts and over her stomach. “We could just chill but, if you wanna...how you tryin to do that?”

"I'm really glad to hear it," Lisette smiled. Yas was a lovely person, one who had always treated her well and been willing to spend time with her, and she deserved to enjoy the single life and all of the benefits that came along with it. When their bodies entangled a little she leaned closer, humming softly as shapes were traced against her skin. Every time that they'd enjoyed each other Lisette had come away happy, and if Yas was in the mood for more she'd happily be a part of it. "She is - I don't even think she knows how lovely she is, or how much she means to me." Lisette shivered as fingers traced a path between her breasts. "That's right, Miss," she nodded, eager to see what would come next. "By making sure that whoever I'd like them from is satisfied," her voice dropped a bit as she turned to catch Yas' eye. "In any way that they want, Miss."

Listening to Lisette talk about Emerson was... nauseating. Cute, but, too cute. The Switch did not have a lot of interest in the sappy side of what was going on between them. She had however had a lot of questions about their little advent calendar game the girl's Dominant had arranged. "Any way." Yas grinned, "People gotta stop telling me that." She said as her hand disappeared beneath the thin fabric of Lisette's panties, to place her palm over the awkward metal chasity, exactly where she'd be cupping the submissive had she not been wearing it. "Before I found out ya girl was gonna go lock and key on you for the month I was gonna used the thigh strap with the wand to watch you cum for hours but, don't want to go break any of Ms Miss's rules..." She pulled the panties away, pulling them past Lisette's knees with a chin toss for her to kick them away, wanting to get a better look. Yas had seen the exact one Emerson picked but it looked different on Lisette. Yas felt herself literally salivating, a thrumming getting going between her legs at the sight.

Lisette laughed softly at Yas' response, wondering idly how many other people were telling her that. It wasn't any of her business, mind, now would she ask, but she supposed many people liked spending time with the Switch, and that many people liked giving her control. The soft hand pressed against her belt made her gasp, arching slightly into the touch with color high in her cheeks. The game was fun, but she was grateful every day that she didn't have to wear the belt all the time - it heightened everything that she felt, and eventually it'd be too much to take. "I'm sure," her voice cracked and she swallowed hard. "I'm sure Mistress appreciates it, Miss Yas." Lisette all too eagerly kicked away her panties and spread her legs wider, giving Yas a good look at the metal between her legs. "What do you think of it, Miss?"

"I think I shoulda snagged an extra key from work." Yas retorted honestly but she backed away from the thought quickly. Emerson still let her spend time with Lisette like they did, and Lisette clearly enjoyed it and was interested, she respected the Domme enough not to pull anything that could compromise that or indirectly make the submissive feel badly. A quick wondering thought about herself in a chasity and how she would feel going off book crossed her mind but she quickly trashed it. She'd never agree to a chasity. "Nah. Jokes." She promised and pulled herself up and over Lisette to straddle her. The Switch rid Lisette of her tank and made quick work of unhooking the only other piece of fabric she had left on, wanting to get a full view of her. Yas leaned back, dark eyes scanning over the submissive's body, she took a moment to appreciate the belt. "I think I'd feel better about it if I was the one that locked it on you." She decided, giving Lisette her honest answer. She hooked her fingertips just under the metal at the waist, watching it tighten in places. "But I'm glad you still got it on..." Her lips quirked up devilishly and the Switch couldn't help her grin. "Vibration works hella good on metal..."

Lisette's eyes widened a little. She couldn't deny that having the belt come off would have allowed her more fun for the night, at least in one way, but just as quickly she realized she'd only end up apologizing to Emerson. Even if her Domme would never find out otherwise, Lisette was the type to carry that sort of guilt until she couldn't bear it any more. Her slightly shocked expression turned to a smile when Yas admitted that she was joking, though. She lifted her arms when necessary, allowing herself to be divested of the last of her clothing, and her eyes darkened with need at Yas' confession. At her next words, though, Lisette squeezed her thighs together with a whimper. "I don't think I've tried that, Miss Yas. But that...that sounds like fun."

Yas lean to one side, swinging her other leg in the opposite direction so she could get up off the bed. The wand was on top because she’d recently cleaned it knowing Lisette was coming by but she had to rummage in her closet some moments before finding the leather thigh harness, fresh from the plastic. She’d picked it out specifically with the submissive in mind. Yas was deliberate with her touches while she buckled it against Lisette’s thighs, taking her time as she did. She kept getting distracted with playing her fingers at the crease where her legs met her middle, one of the only delicate parts of the submissive before her that she had access to. By the time Yas had gotten it tightly into place around Lisette’s thighs, wand ready and plugged in secured more firmly against the solid belt than she would have without it in the way. She was impatient to touch the submissive. Yas scaled her body to hang over her and quickly captured her lips in an intense kiss. Rough, languid, and for herself. When she pulled away with a pop she was still holding Lisette’s face between her fingertips. She smiled down at the submissive and moved her thumb over her bottom lip to watch the rosy tint of them disappear under the pressure then flood back brighter on release. “Comfy?” She asked before she could give into another indulgence.

Lisette propped herself up on her elbows as Yas moved away, curious to see just what she had in mind. One of the best things about their scenes was always how creative Yas could be, and she squirmed helplessly on the bed as she considered what might lie in store for her and her belt. The thigh harness was something new and she tried to watch to see just how it would all work, but every touch of fingers against her made her shut her eyes anew, soft whimpers and delicate moans slipping through her lips as Yas lit a fire in her that she knew she couldn't put out. Only when the wand was pressed firmly against the metal shield between her legs did Lisette truly understand what she was in for, and even then she only had a moment to consider it before Yas was kissing her, hard and rough. She rose slightly from the bed in response, trying to take as much from the kiss as she could, and when the Switch pulled away but held onto her face her whole body went week. The firm press of fingers to her lip produced an even louder moan, but the submissive still nodded firmly at the question - orders first, wants after. "Very comfy, Miss Yas, thank you."

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elizabethospeaks · 6 years

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Heart of a Dog - Part 1

My writing skills are severely dusty atm so I’m warming up with a short story about Elizabeth and the Ard Skellig barghest which I drew a few days ago. Pardon my writing cobwebs whilst I get back into the swing of it! <3

“What's your interest in the beast then?” The townswoman gave a phlegmy sniff, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and regarding the outlander before her with barely veiled suspicion.

Elizabeth bore the cool interest with dignity, not allowing her genteel smile to slip even as she watched the placement of the silvery trail from the woman's nose. “It's...academic.” The woman eyed Elizabeth again; her eyes clearly falling to the worn velvet of her waistcoat, the mud splattered up her boots and the back of her skirts. “You don't look like an academic to me. And you don't look like a Witcher either. You look more like you slept under a bridge last night.”

The carefully crafted smile still didn't slip; if anything, it brightened. A hand fluttered up to extract a twig from her tangle of black hair. “I take a very active interest in my work; I'm hands on. And besides that, I am certain we share a common goal. If the beast troubles you good folk; then I shall endeavour to unburden you of it, should it be within my capabilities.”

The islander's expression clearly betrayed her severe lack of faith in her capabilities. But she seemed to struggle internally for but a few moments before she reluctantly coaxed herself to continue.

“If truth be told; The beast doesn't trouble us all too much in the way you might think. Its not hurt a soul.”

Elizabeth felt a jolt clench her heart like a fist for a brief moment, a flutter of excitement. “It doesn't attack?” “No.” “Then why liberate yourself of its presence if it means no harm?” The islander looked vastly uncomfortable. “'Tis an ill omen. Surely even a mainlander should see that. It might no have set tooth and claw to anyone; that doesn't mean it means us no harm. And it's disrupting trade routes – it haunts the main road through. Makes folk uncomfortable to make the trip.” Elizabeth's brow furrowed gently by way of agreement. “Yes. Yes, of course; A phantom hound appearing is a cause for concern...most of the time.”

But her mind was racing and barely keeping track of the conversation. This was even more exciting than she could have anticipated. A benign barghest? Surely not. She had to be missing something vital. Just like she was missing this vital conversation. The islander was looking at her with incredulity. “Yes. Well.” She cleared her throat, removing a crumpled notebook from the pouch hanging from her belt and producing a piece of charcoal from behind her ear, “Where does the apparition typically appear?” She looked at her informer with eager expectancy. The vampire had the distinct feeling that the islander thought so little of her competence she was weighing up the morality of sending her back out of the village alone. It was like water off a duck's back; she was quite used to dim opinions of her from the hardy Skelligans. She was quite happy to let the views stand, if not even directly perpetuate them; let them think she was harmless. Being publicly de-fanged worked in her favour.

“Copse of trees south-east of here. Road goes right through it. Can't miss it.”

The copse as it had been described far surpassed such a quaint description. The woodland was a tangled mass of twisted boles, spiralled branches stretching through the spaces between like shirt sleeves being wrung out by a laundry maid. The shapes were beautiful enough that Elizabeth felt the compulsion to reach out and trace her fingertips over the tormented bark as she passed by. But still. There was something unsettling about the contorted trunks; she eyed hollowed out holes burrowing deep into the hearts of the trees as she passed. It bordered on something unnatural.

She felt the hairs on her arms rise as she passed beneath the heavy canopy rustling benignly above. But the wind that raced so unforgivably over the moorlands past the treeline didn't seem to disturb the sanctum of the trees. The birds did not sing. And within the soil beneath her feet Elizabeth felt a familiar weight – this place had seen tragedy and remembered it still. The memories of whatever had transpired here had left their mark, like a smudge of graphite left on parchment long after the words had been erased.

She glanced upwards at what little patches of grey sky she could see through the leaves. She had some time before nightfall – no self respecting phantom would appear until dusk at the earliest. Finding an opportune spot behind a particularly large tree she settled down between its exposed roots, removed her sketchpad and began scribbling away as she waited for nightfall.

Darkness fell on the isle as soft as gossamer, the last fingers of light from the dying sun fading and releasing their grasp on the sky with grace and dignity. Elizabeth barely noticed with her attention entirely on the pages of parchment in front of her as she documented her surroundings, trying to articulate the heaviness of the woodland she had secreted herself within. It was a morose howl rising in the distance that roused her, prompting her to snap her sketchpad closed sharply. Here the birds had not even sung to put the sun to bed; something was very definitely amiss and she needed to keep her wits about her.

She got to her feet, brushing curls of moss from her skirts and peered around the edge of the tree. The road onward stretched into the creeping dark over the gentle rises and pits of the ground in slow coils like a snake through the grass. Entirely unoccupied and very ordinary. She puffed out her cheeks and exhaled. In these situations patience wasn't her strong suit; her gut told her that tonight had momentous potential and she was eager for the fireworks to start.

The moments passed tortuously. Sea fret rolled in from the nearby coast line, cold and humid as it seeped through the cracks and crevices of the forest undergrowth. The wolves had stopped singing. An owl hooted gloomily above but the vampire didn't react, keeping her eyes fixed on the road with baited breath. Perhaps the islander had thought so little of her that she'd sent her to the wrong place, the oppressive atmosphere around this place just a figment of her own imagination. Just as she started to kick at a tree root and mutter mutinously, a subtle shift in the light caught her attention so suddenly she almost gave herself whiplash.

It followed the path with something a little less than purpose. Rather, the beast headed towards her with what could only be described as a dogged insistence. Its footfalls were slow and heavy and yet it made no sound, trailing over the earth as insubstantial as smoke and emitting its own green luminescence as soft as a firefly. Elizabeth scarcely dared to breathe as she watched its progress, her sharp nails piercing her gloves as she gripped onto the tree tightly. It was alone. But barghests were pack hunters; eyeless and savage, rippling masses of muscle and toxic salivating jaws. This creature bore so little resemblance to one that she found herself enraptured. It was...beautiful, really. A willowy hound with long and lithe limbs moving with a graceful gait no common dog would bother to maintain. Set into its dignified head were eyes burning white hot as coals in the heart of a fire.

Elizabeth knew that in this line of investigation an attunement to her own emotions was paramount. And as she watched the ghostly hound progress through the corridor of trees she felt her chest sink with a great and unfathomable sadness. She could see it in the hunch of the creatures shoulders, how its elegant head hung low in a set unbecoming of its carriage. This was no portent of ill will; though it seemed to know the way, in some capacity this creature was lost.

It stopped in its tracks slowly and raised its head, turning those burning white eyes directly towards her. But nothing in her quailed and she did not flinch. As its soft green glow fell across her skin she felt her consciousness strain towards it, desperate to offer alms.

“Let me help you.” She implored softly as she met its gaze.

It continued to gaze dolefully back at her, its silken ears stirring gently in a wind that seemed to blow in a place other than where they both stood. Then silently turned away, picking its way down an overgrown fox track into the undergrowth.

Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder but did not consider for long. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and stepped out into the road, tracking the eerie green glow further into the heart of the woods.

#Elizabeth #Elizabeth Emily Branwell #My OCs #My Writing #Long Post #The Witcher OC #I have another sketch to go with this but tumblr is refusing to plug it in here #boo

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ohnojustimagine · 7 years

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Lose Yourself

Triple H/Reader 2600 words; Smut/Explicit

As requested by the very lovely @heelturn-timesten.

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You’re not sure what you’re supposed to say to Hunter’s assistant. I have an appointment, you recite inside your head, hoping you won’t have to explain yourself any further, but when you stop in front of the guy’s desk, he nods at you before you even have a chance to speak, seeming to know exactly who you are. “Mr Helmsley’s ready for you,” he says, gesturing at the door of Hunter’s office. There’s not a trace of anything sleazy or judgmental in his tone, though you suspect he has to be aware of why you’re here.

But then you wouldn’t expect anything less from someone Hunter would hire, as the man doesn’t tolerate even the slightest hint of incompetence or unprofessionalism. “Thank you,” you murmur, heading past the desk, relieved to be spared any shame, and take a deep breath as you enter.

You walk inside, closing the door carefully behind you as you look around. The room is large, luxuriously yet tastefully decorated, and Hunter’s seated behind an enormous desk, dressed in a dark gray suit. The jacket is perfectly fitted around his broad, muscular shoulders, covering a crisp white shirt and pale blue tie, and he looks so fucking good you immediately feel a throb of heat between your legs, anticipation a slow burn inside you. He’s reading through a sheaf of papers, making notes here and there, frowning to himself.

He glances up at you, briefly, barely acknowledging your presence, and then says, utterly composed, “Take off your clothes.”

You hesitate, asking, “Do you want me to lock the door?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, continuing to read whatever he’s reading, but then he looks up, putting down his pen, regarding you with a steady, even gaze and shit, because you know that expression, and you know it means you’ve fucked up.

“I can only assume that question means you don’t trust me,” he says, his tone icily neutral. “And if you don’t trust me then…” He nods at the door. “I think you should go.”

“Of course I trust you,” you say, quickly. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you, you…”

He cuts you off, the authority in his voice making you shiver as he says, “And yet you somehow don’t believe that when I tell my staff I’m not to be disturbed, it means I won’t be disturbed.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. “Please, I’m so sorry, I am, I just didn’t think.”

For a long, heart-stopping moment, you think he’s going to tell you to leave, and you’re ready to beg, if necessary, plead with him, because you need this, you need him, and you’ll do whatever it takes. You hold your breath until, at last, he says, again, “Take off your clothes.”

And this time you don’t wait for even a second, slipping off your shoes and unbuttoning your shirt, unzipping your skirt, taking off your bra and panties. You fold each item neatly, placing them in a pile on one of the chairs that sit in front of the desk, because you know he can’t stand mess. You’ve already screwed up once today, and you’re not willing to risk the second chance he’s given you.

He beckons to you and you walk around his desk, towards him, but before you’re even close, he holds up his hand. “There,” he says, and you stop, standing six feet or so away from his chair.

He opens a drawer, taking out your usual collar and cuffs, both made from thickly soft black leather, the metal attachments gleaming silver. Your hands curl into fists at your sides, and you try to calm yourself, be patient, because you know Hunter won’t ever be rushed.

He walks across to you, moving around behind you, smoothing your long hair aside and letting it drape over your shoulder before fastening the collar around your neck. It’s not so tight that it will interfere with your breathing in any way, but it’s firm enough that you won’t forget you’re wearing it; a constant reminder of his ownership, who you belong to.

There’s a ring at the front of the collar, centered over the column of your throat, and sometimes he likes to attach a leash to it, but not today, it seems, because he’s pulling your arms behind your back, buckling the cuffs around your wrists, his touch coolly efficient, not even remotely sexual. It drives you wild, every time, how much self-control he has, how he can take you right to the edge over and over while remaining perfectly and utterly within himself, nothing showing until he finally takes you and lets go.

He gently bends your elbows up so that your hands are resting between your shoulder blades, and then clips the cuffs together. You have to keep your shoulders back in order not to feel uncomfortable in the position, arching your spine, and your breasts thrust forward, your nipples already almost obscenely erect, but Hunter doesn’t pay any heed.

He pushes you roughly onto your knees, and then leaves you there, bound and helpless, before sitting down in his chair, going back to his work. He doesn’t even look at you, opening up his laptop, making a few calls, and you can feel the tension building inside you, the desperate empty ache in your cunt becoming more and more unbearable.

You have no idea how much time passes, but even on the soft carpet, your knees are starting to hurt. You shift slightly, trying to ease the strain in your shoulders, unable to stop yourself from making a small noise, just the tiniest whimper, and Hunter glances over at you.

You’re expecting some kind of reprimand, but instead he turns his chair to face you. He watches you for a while, hand resting thoughtfully under his chin, and then stands up, shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it carefully over the back of his chair. He sits down, unfastening his cufflinks and placing them in a small, polished tray that rests on his desk, then in most unhurried, deliberate manner possible, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. First one arm, then the other and the sight of his forearms makes you feel as if you can’t breathe. They’re huge, corded with muscles and veins, and you’re more than aware of the power contained there, the physical strength of him, because you have intimate knowledge of the ways in which he sometimes chooses to exercise that strength.

He calmly unbuckles his belt, unzipping his pants and taking out his erect cock, leaning back in his chair as he gives it a few lazy strokes. “You want this?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer quickly, staring at it. It’s a big as the rest of him, long and thick, and you know how it feels inside you, the way it fills you.

“What would you do to get it?”

“Anything,” you say, and you mean it. “You know I’d do anything, please, you know that.”

He nods, the indulgent smile that flits briefly over his lips subtle enough you’d maybe miss it if you weren’t so familiar with his every mood. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You swallow. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he orders, and he knows you hate this, but he also knows how much it turns you on, the base humiliation of admitting what you truly are.

“I’m a slut,” you whisper, eyes on the floor.

“No,” he tells you. “Say it. All of it.” There’s a drop of precome beaded at the tip of his cock, and he swipes his thumb over it as he adds, “And look at me when you speak.”

You raise your head, meeting his gaze, and enunciate each word, clear. “I’m a slut for your cock.”

“Yeah,” he says, satisfied. “Yeah, you are.” He pauses, before asking, “You want it in your mouth?”

There’s no point in pretending, so you answer truthfully, saying, “Yes.”

“What would you do to it?”

Heat rises up over your cheekbones. “Suck it.”

“What else?” he demands, impatient. “Tell me.”

“Kiss it,” you say. “Lick it.”

“Use your tongue?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

You feel dizzy as you say, “Around the head. Underneath, where you like it.”

He stands up, walking towards you, his hand on himself, and as he comes to stand in front of you, you lean forward, eager and impatient, needing to taste him.

“No,” he says, stepping back, pushing you away. “Just open your mouth, nothing more.”

“I…” you start, but he interrupts you.

“I said no.” His hand is in your hair, and he yanks on it, hard enough you gasp in pain. “Open your mouth,” he says. “Don’t suck me, don’t fucking do anything, you understand?”

You nod, chastened, and part your lips. He waits a moment, then rests the head of his cock on your tongue, going no further, allowing you no more, and it takes every ounce of willpower you possess to remain still, not go down on him, not even close your mouth around him.

He looks down at you, eyes narrowed, studying you as he twists his fist around the shaft of his cock. You know this is a test, and all you want to do is please him, but god, it’s so hard when you want him so much. Your jaw starts to ache, and though you’re salivating at the taste of him, you can’t swallow, spit dripping slowly from the corner of your mouth.

He’s still gripping your hair, and you hear him inhale as, without warning, he thrusts deep into your mouth, once, twice. You’re not ready for it, and his cock hits the back of your throat with enough force that you gag, struggling for breath until he pulls out. You splutter for a moment, undignified, eyes watering as you cough, your throat raw, taking a minute to gather yourself.

He walks away from you, sitting down in his chair, spinning it back around to face the desk, and you honestly think you might cry, but then he says, softer now, “Come here.”

You struggle onto your feet, walking over to him, standing beside him. He gestures at you to turn around, and you obey, sighing in relief as he unclips the cuffs, lowering your arms down and then refastening them so you hands are in the small of your back, resting on your ass, your shoulders relaxing into the more comfortable pose.

He drags you closer, positioning you so you’re standing over his lap, facing him. Your legs are either side of his thighs, the span of them so wide that you’re completely open, the air of the room cool against your wetly heated flesh. And his cock is there, right in front of you, so near so you can hardly bear it, but all you can do is wait.

He rests one hand on your hip, holding you in place, and the other slides between your legs, two fingers thick inside you, fucking in and out, not fast, but hard enough you have to steady yourself, concentrate. He’s watching you, eyes so focused it’s as if they’re burning into you, and you want to look away, close your eyes, but you can’t, not like this.

His fingers slide out of you, drawing crude circles over your clit, and you whine, moving onto his hand, trying to increase the pressure.

“You want to come?” he says, and you can only moan in reply. He laughs, low in his throat. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you manage to say, the word ending on a hiss, embarrassingly needy.

“But you won’t, will you, not till I say so.”

You can’t answer, shaking your head, because it’s true. It doesn’t matter how close you get, you won’t come, you can’t come until he gives you permission, and maybe it started as something psychological, but it’s gone way beyond that now. His power over you is so absolute that your body literally won’t respond without his command, and sometimes you hate yourself for it, that you’ve let yourself be reduced to this, to being completely under his control, but at the same time you love it, more than almost anything, the way you can lose yourself in him, let yourself fall without hesitation.

“I could keep you here for as long as I want, keep touching you,” he muses, “and you wouldn’t ever get off.”

He presses on your clit, and your hips jerk forward, instinctively wanting more, but he holds you more firmly, stilling you.

“Say ‘please,’” he says. “Say 'please let me come.’”

“Please let me come.” You breathe in. “Please.”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he tells you, and for the first time, there’s something more in his voice than cool neutrality; the barest, most naked hint of his desire for you, and you know what a concession that is from him, to let you hear that. “Say it again,” he orders.

“Please let me come.”

“Yeah.” And he’s rubbing at your clit, harder now. “Come for me,” he says. “Let me see you, baby.”

And it’s like a switch goes off inside you, the way it hits you, sparking down your spine like electricity, orgasm so immediate and violent that it’s almost shocking, leaving you reeling.

You’re shaking all over, your legs trembling, and you have to consciously remain standing, stop yourself from collapsing down onto his lap, aware that if you do you’ll make a mess of his suit, and you know he won’t take kindly to that, so you try your best, stumbling to lean against the edge of the desk.

But you don’t have to wait long, because he shoves his chair back, standing up, and then takes rough hold of you, spinning you around and pushing you face first down onto the desk. He kicks your legs apart, ramming his cock into you with unbridled force, and you cry out, still so sensitive from your orgasm that it’s almost too much, but he pays no attention. He’s big enough that you never seem to manage to get used to him, feeling the stretch of it every single time he fucks you, so full you can hardly breathe.

“God,” he says, thrusting into you, “you’re always so tight for me, aren’t you?” You whimper, unable to do anything but try and take him, his cock, and he drives himself into you, harder and harder, paying no heed as you struggle a little underneath him, overwhelmed by it. His hands grip you, so tight you know there’ll be bruises, and then he finishes with a sharp, primitive-sounding grunt, remaining inside you for a long minute before pulling out.

He unfastens the cuffs binding your wrists, releasing your arms to fall limp either side of your body, but doesn’t remove your collar. You hear him zip his pants, buckle his belt, and then he helps you up off the desk.

You still feel weak, your head spinning with dizziness, and you fall onto your knees, next to his chair. Hunter sits down, looking at you. “You want to stay there a while?” he asks.

And you nod, because that’s all you want right now, just to be here beside him, be with him, so you curl your legs up under you, resting your head on the massive bulk of his thigh. He smiles at you, stroking you hair, reaching down to gently, affectionately tug at the ring on your collar.

“Good girl,” he says, and it’s all you need.

#wwe imagine #wwe smut #triple h #triple h imagine #triple h smut

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Hi babe! Would you mind if I request something for time skip kuroo now please? Idm how you go about it, would love some nsfw content with fluff as well, or whatever is easiest for you 💕 (I can’t deal with angst right now because I’m big sad after reading a fic, my heart can’t take it lol) thank youuuuu and don’t stress too much 💕

“you’re going to take me all”

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x female reader

cw: fluff, nsfw (male masturbation, underwear stealing, finger sucking, nipple play, headboard grabbing, female receiving oral, voyeurism (i think), protected sex)

word count: 2900+

a/n: hey baby, i know you sent the request in today but i was in a kuroo mood so here you are and hopefully you like the nsfw and fluff, but hopefully you liked it my lovely

summary: in which you catch kuroo jerking off to your underwear, both realising your crushes are mutual, you find yourself under him being fucked

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Kuroo’s eyes fell to the laundry basket, it had been a common occurrence for him to grab your basket filled with dirty clothes and stuff them with his own. He always separated the clothes, remembering the last time you scolded him for putting his red hoodie in with the white clothes. His eyes skimmed back to the clothes in his hands, he had begun separating them, the apartment having its own washing machine which both of you were very much grateful for.

He stared at the clothes, you always did have such pretty clothes, the lace and mesh of some shirts, the tight and loose pairs of jeans that adorned your ass perfectly each time. Then there was the stuff that he had never had the opportunity to see you wear, the lacy bra that he knew you’d hand wash as he put them on the side. He liked how delicate they looked, the sweet innocent bow which would rest between your sculpted breasts.

He had caught a glimpse of them when you wore dresses for nights out or dinner with friends, but the way his mouth salivated at the image of you in the bra between his fingers made him groan in sexual frustration. His hands moved to the last pieces of your clothing, your underwear.

The mixed and matched types between his finger, the cotton texture grazing his knuckles, he could imagine it adorn your ass, cupping at it, he could see how the material would stretch across your body. The little pattern of kittens that would curve into your cheeks, he felt so lustful at the image but worse of all he felt disgusted to be thinking these thoughts.

It wasn’t supposed to be a common thing, but every week whenever Friday night hit, he was able to come off work early. He would always do the laundry, the excitement that came from grabbing the basket filled with your smell made him mind go wild. He’d stay in front of the washing machine, your clothes in his hand as he examined each one, wanting to see something from it. He didn’t know what it was, but the urge that he had every week waiting for ten minutes with your clothes brought him a sadistic joy.

Moving onto the next pair of underwear, he felt the nimble material between his fingers continuing on with the next 6 pairs. Until he reached the last pair, the one you had taken off this morning and chucked at the top of the pile. The cotton red underwear with a lace band, had been on you only a couple hours ago intoxicated him. He moved his fingers from the band of your underwear to the base of it, he loved the last pair of underwear each week.

There was always a little surprise for him within the bottom. The slick that rested across the damp underwear, craving to touch it and bring it to his fingers. You had been telling him about how one underwear each week for the past month had been going missing. He had played it off as the washing machine, but he knew you had gotten suspicious, one last time. This was the last time he’d take the slick filled underwear; this would be the last time. He knew where your underwear truly was, in a rubbish yard somewhere. Every Friday night if you both hadn’t decided to go out, he’d sit in bed, cock pumping in and out until he cummed in your underwear.

Kuroo knew even if he wanted to, this wouldn’t be the last time. He stuffed the underwear into his pocket, already feeling himself get turned on before he chucked his clothes inside and started the washing machine. He saw the clock on top of the kitchen counter, knowing you’d be home any second. It was disgusting what he was doing, he knew it was, masturbating over his roommate, his friend since high school. The sound of the door creaking open, your hand at your ear with your phone resting between the two as you spoke out loud.

You rubbed your eyes, kicking the heels to the side as you gave a small smile to Kuroo before speaking on the other end. “I know, I said I would come and visit but work has been an ass lately.” Kuroo mouthed who it was as you rested the phone on your shoulder mouthing Yaku’s name. Kuroo gave a sign leaving you to the conversation, he stayed at the door towards both your rooms. Staring at how you leaned against the marble island, your ass stretching the skirt material.

Taking a deep breathe he left you, knowing he’d be unable to handle seeing you look so goddamn gorgeous. He grabbed the underwear from his pocket, the lingering smell of your sex across it. He hated how one piece of clothing intoxicated his mind, he never got himself off when you were awake. But the want of being caught by you made him lay sprawled on his bed, he left his shirt on, joggers and boxers moved to his ankles. His head on the pillows that rested upright, he took another sharp breath.

Seeing his hardened cock between his hands, he moved your wet underwear on his cock, gliding it up and down. He needed to be quick, he knew once you finished your call with Yaku, and got changed. You’d come knocking asking if he wanted to share dinner tonight, he always loved when you’d come for him. It felt domestic without the relationship label, as much as he had been crushing on you since your first year together. He had never gotten the nerve to ask you out and now all you saw in him was a friend, a good unfuckable friend.

“Y/n...fuck.” He groaned lowly, continuing to move up and down his hard cock, the precum soaking through your underwear. “F...fuck.”

He imagined how pretty you’d look in nothing except the underwear, how you’d kneel in front of him, hands wrapping around his cock before you licked from the base up to his blushed tip. He gave another groan imagining the innocent eyes you’d have, the way you’d mewl and whimper whilst he stuffed your mouth with his cock. He could see the tears fall, “o...oh….god”, how your lip would tremble as you’d take him further down your pretty little throat.

He continued pumping harder, regulating each pump with his breathing, he closed his eyes, messy black hair sticking to his forehead. He regretted not taking his shirt off, the room beginning to warm up, you had probably put the temperature up wanting to not wear a full sleeved shirt. He could imagine how your chest sat in the tight grey shirt you owned, his mouth watered at the thought, continuing to stretch the underwear across his cock.

“Y/n...please.” He moaned a lot more loudly than he probably should have, but he stopped caring about if you heard. Closing his eyes he wanted you to hear, wanted you to find him disgustingly ruining your underwear. He went faster, imagining how you’d roll your eyes to the back of your hand as you deepthroated him. Every action bringing your scent and slick on his own cock before he felt the hot liquid gush out of his cock right into the underwear. “Y/n.” He belted out as he had let his cum be used to continue his pumping, your underwear soaked with his white gush engrained in it. He wanted a lot from you, but most of all wanted was you to wear his cum filled underwear. Wanted to have your cunt filled with cum, wanted you to have his cum drip down onto your…

“Tetsu.” His eyes shot open; he saw how you stood at the door. Eyes widened and face flushed at what you had said. “I...I’m sorry, I heard my name.” You tried to avert your eyes from his cock, the way he had already cum onto some fabric and was trying to cum again.

“I didn’t.” He whispered but you both just stared at each other, he didn’t know what to do. He had wanted to get caught, but seeing you in the tight grey shirt, the joggers that hugged you tightly. He licked his lips, hand covered in his cum as he dropped your soaking underwear onto his bed. “It’s not what it looks like.”

You averted his eyes looking to the side as you continued, “it’s fine, it’s normal, we all do it.”

“We all do it?” He repeated wanting to hear about your own masturbation but knew you’d never confess to it.

“Yeah, I should’ve knocked, I'm s…” That’s when you saw it, the red underwear you had worn this morning. The familiar zigzag pattern that went across it was now covered in a white liquid. Kuroo had realised where your eyes had diverted, how you moved into his room without a hesitance, and ignored the 6-foot 3 man that adorned the bed. You moved past him, he had put his joggers back up, but you had already seen it all. Staring at the underwear, you picked it up without any hesitance, “you’ve been taking my underwear.”

It wasn't a question but a comment, you looked at him, wide beady eyes waiting for a reply, “I...I didn’t mean too, I l…love you okay? And you don’t love me back I understand if you hate me, if you want to move out, but I thought if I couldn’t have you, I could have this. I promise it…”

“Kuroo shut up.” You said staring directly at him, making him look at you in surprise. “I don’t care about the underwear; you should’ve just told me.”

“I’m sorr…”

“Stop fucking apologising, Kuroo I’ve been in love with you since we were 16, fucking hell, you can take all my underwear if it means we could be together.” You had confessed after his own confession, his eyes widened, he had wiped his cum filled fingers onto his joggers. He stared at you before grabbing your face and kissing you with an urgency. You dropped your underwear to the side, knowing it would go in the bin after this all.

He moved you onto the bed, pushing you onto the pillow he had just been on, moving his mouth from your lips down to your neck. “You've been thinking of me at night, baby, is that why your underwear is always soaking baby, you getting wet for me.” He groaned his hand moving under your tight shirt to grab your chest, his fingers rolling your nipple as he pinched at it to hear you moan a response.

“Ye...yes sir, I think about y...ou.”

Kuroo took your shirt off, he had imagined you underneath him. So pure and valuable to him, his eyes looking down at you, a predator ready to eat his prey. His hand continued to rub against your body. “Tell me what you think about.” He whispers into your ear, letting his tongue lick across your neck.

“I think...think about you eating me o...out, your hand around my neck as...as your tongue is inside of me.” You groaned out through his kisses and toying with your nipples.

He moves to meet your gaze, giving a haste kiss before his mouth lingered on top of your own, “want me to eat you out? Go on, tell me you want me too.” He teased lifting his shirt up to get rid of the constricting fabric. His chest and body on show for you as you almost swooned at the man. “Tell me, doll.”

He moved his mouth down your neck, undoing your bra as he swirled his tongue across your nipples, one hand always cupping the other as he worked his tongue to suck and lick at the bud. “I want yo...you to eat me out.” You breathed out heavily waiting to see his next move, he grinned at you. Hands moving to undo your joggers as he saw the pair of pink underwear he had washed last week. The bunnies stretching across your cunt and ass, his mouth felt hungry, he wanted his mouth to divulge into your warm cunt.

“Such a pretty little thing.” He moaned as soon as he had moved your underwear away, his cock hardening through his joggers as he slapped your clit. It made you yelp out a moan and heavy breath as he watched his finger slide up and down your wet clit. “Already so wet for me, naughty girl.”

He sucked his fingers of your slick before moving his mouth down to your cunt, he licked your clit, his hand moving to your breast as his other put one of your legs on his shoulder giving him more access. “Tetsu.” You moaned his nickname, it sent a shiver down his spine, the name you had been calling him for years now had become erotic, seductive even. He groaned before diving his tongue into your warm cunt. He tasted the slick as he felt you arch your back, his eyes looking at your heavy chest.

His fingers nimbly playing with your nipples, he knew you wanted his tongue to go further inside, wanted to feel his tongue glide and strip away all your slick. “Patience baby.” He complied his hot breath fanning your clit before he went back inside your cunt, his tongue easily gilded inside. Your weak moans at how you craved more, wanted to feel his tongue further.

He had complied to your moans, feeling how you gazed upwards, hand in his ear almost pushing him into your cunt. “Plea...please Tetsu, cu...cum.” You were breathless in a matter of seconds and at the sound of you asking to cum, Kuroo came away from your cunt.

“I’m not letting you cum from my tongue.” He mumbled barely audible; your hand tried to reach for his head to go back to your cunt. But was met with nothing, instead you looked up watching him take his joggers off, rolling a condom across his cock. You drooled at the sight of his body, how perfect he looked, the thick cock ready to push you to your limits made you lick your lips. “You’re going to take me all.”

It was no secret Kuroo was packing, the group chats were Bokuto and Kuroo would argue over who had the biggest cock but were too embarrassed to actually show each other in fear one of them was lying. It had led the group chat into having been made to make the guess themselves and it was how Kenma had let it spill that Kuroo was well over 6 inches. You never believed it but seeing it upfront Kenma had underexaggerated heavily.

He moved towards you, capturing your body between his arms as he stayed on top looking over at you, “I really do love you.” He whispers, kissing your jaw, he heard you moan an ‘I love you’ back before aligning his cock right to your cunt.

The way he eased himself inside of you, tightening around his cock, “you’re doing so well baby.” He spoke as he eased himself in and began thrusting inside you.

“F...faster.” You mumbled as your hands moved to his back, nails scratching across his back as your mouth kissed his shoulder and neck. Your drool and saliva falling down his shoulder.

He moved faster, going deeper inside of you, before one of his hands moved to the headboard. He steadied himself with it as he got into a rhythm with it, he looked down at you, the way your legs had wrapped around his waist and hands held his biceps. How could he not fall in love with you, he couldn’t with just how pretty you looked under him. His pretty little mess.

Moans filled the room, the headboard feeling weak under his strong grip, he kept you trapped as he heard you moan and groan some more. “Pl...please…fuck.” Your eyes moved to the back of your head as you arched yourself further into him, wanting him to hit the back of your cunt.

He was reaching there, every thrust getting deeper and further into you. He moved his hand from the headboard, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. You started before he kissed you again, much softer than the first kiss. It was passionate and filled with love and warmth, he continued to thrust, and you could feel the coil build-up of cum ready to splurge right on his cock. “I’m...going to cum.”

“Cum with me baby.” He spoke before going back to kiss you, hand moving your jaw in sync as his thrusts quickened, the pace being much faster than what it had been when you both began. He moved quicker before hearing you moan his name, it echoing throughout the apartment.

“Tetsu.” The white liquid gushed from your cunt and seeped out onto his bed, he moaned continuing to thrust through the liquid.

He watched how your hands moved to his chest, legs still wrapped around his waist letting him continue to thrust until he cummed for the second time tonight, “fuck baby.”

He looked down at you, arms around you as he stayed on top. He didn't expect your next action, your hands wrapping around him, your head moving to his shoulder as you hugged. “I love you so much Tetsu.” It was a tired mumble as you sticked onto him, sweat and sex lingering in the air.

He gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the side of your neck before speaking the same words. “I love you too, Y/n.”

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