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#Thresh x reader smut
carl-unironic · 2 years
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I see you 📸
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vewyscawywriting · 8 months
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Boundless Pleasure
Fandom: League of Legends
Pairing: Unbound Thresh x F!Summoner!Reader
Wordcount: 4021 words
Tags: Edging/orgasm delay, overstimulation
Summary: You sneak off with Thresh and experience a night at the inn. It goes different than what you expected as Thresh is playing annoying games once again.
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Summoners weren't allowed outside of the Rift or the Summoner building, but when Thresh himself had allowed you to come with him as long as you didn't interfere or annoy him, how could you possibly stay in your room. You were sure if the Institute were to find out punishment would be worse than just a simple ban, but your disguise was perfect, and as long as Thresh knew what he was doing you'd be fine. Surely. You had escaped punishment with your outing with Draven as well, so you weren't too scared.
You took a carriage through a city somewhere in Noxus, sitting quietly opposite Thresh, who didn't pay you any attention, just scheming by himself, so you decided to look outside the window. The view was... quite something. Even though you took the backstreets, you could clearly see the Immortal Bastion towering over all the buildings. Just the fact that you, a Summoner, were in Noxus right now was quite overwhelming. The sudden halt of the carriage made you fall forward, right on top of Thresh, who immediately looked down on you with one raised eyebrow. Well, fuck you sideways. 
"I'm so-"
"Always so clumsy. I can't understand how someone can live like this, but this quite explains some actions on the Rift." he said with a sigh, not helping you up, but not pushing you off as well. You tried to get up quickly, face heating up at the notice of your position on his lap, and as the horses that drew the carriage stepped forward another step, the carriage jerked, making you fall back down again. You groaned. Whyyyyy...
"Now, we don't have all day. I'm sure they'll have a room for us in this inn where you can throw yourself in my lap if you really can't help yourself."
You finally got up, indignant. Brushing imaginary dust off yourself you straightened your cloak before you very carefully got out of the carriage, making sure not to do something stupid again.
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Bort, the poor man. You felt for him, truly! However, your promise to Thresh had made sure you couldn't really say a word to him, either in warning or to comfort. You could only try to convey things with your gaze, but the cursed man never looked in anyone's eye. Honestly it was for the best, just observing what the sadistic wraith would do was better than any movie. 
...
The door closed with a soft click behind the two of you, a silence falling over the room as you awkwardly walked towards one of the single beds in the room. 
"You're gonna kill them all, aren't you?" you asked the man who stood still in the room, a brooding look on his face.
"Oh, of course," he said as he finally faced you, chuckling, "It's what they deserve."
"And even if it wasn't, you'd still do it, of course."
"Of course."
His eyes glowed with a strange light as he looked at you, excitement, bloodlust, sadism, you could read it all, and you shivered. You recognised that lust was probably not what you should be feeling at this time, but damn if you weren't turned on right now. 
As a matter of fact you had been quite... affected all evening. You liked Thresh a lot when he was still in his true form, but now that he had chosen this more human appearance, you liked him differently. Where before the only thing that could be understood from his skeletal expression was sadistic pleasure, there was so much more to be gleaned from his new human face. And fuck if it wasn't a handsome face as well! 
"Does that make you feel sad, Summoner?" he asked, as if you weren't actively anticipating what he'd do. Somewhere in your mind you realized you should feel bad about all these people dying to him, but you somehow couldn't emulate the feeling. You decided it had to do with that you were a Summoner, not an active participant in this world, just an observer. And not because your morals had become quite skewed. No, you had morals damn it, you were a good person... maybe.
"No." You told him honestly, "Not really. Honestly, I like to observe you in your element, so to speak." Damn, you were really honest, huh. Then again, these were your true feelings, and why would you hide them? After all, it's not like you didn't have sex with Thresh before, so you could afford to be a little open with your feelings. Probably.
Especially if you wanted to get laid again tonight. And this time he'd be in his unbound form. You couldn't help a small moan escaping you at the thought, and of course he heard it, closing the distance between you in a couple of his large strides. 
"You're quite desperate aren't you? Well, I suppose I can indulge you for a couple of hours." 
"Don't ask me to beg," you whispered as you were pushed down onto the slightly uncomfortable bed, memories of last time resurging in your mind, and you really didn't want to go through that whole power play ordeal again.
"I've already given up on your compliance, Y/N." he said with a sigh, pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He was, of course, still in control. You'd get him under you one day, for sure. But not now, not yet.
His hands were under your robes, mapping your body, and you sighed as you opened yourself to him. His gaze promised pleasure and pain, but you were accepting of it all if it came from him. Blunted nails dragged down your skin, down to your jeans that he swiftly unbuttoned. There was too much fabric between you and him, the cloak you had worn to hide your features lay discarded, but both of you were still dressed, and that was just no good. Your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, pulling at his coat, which he shrugged off as he kissed you forcefully. Breath became scarce, but he did not pull back as he slowly, oh so slowly, undressed you fully. The moment he finally pulled away, a wicked smile on his thin lips, you gasped out for air as if you were drowning just moments before. 
His fingers were on your thighs, holding you down with bruising strength, but you wished his fingers were elsewhere. You were throbbing under him, trying to invite him to you with your body, and he moved his head down, nosing your crotch. 
"Fuck," you cursed, the stimulation driving you insane as you heard him chuckle at your desperate reaction. 
"Still struggling with patience, I see," he said, chuckling more at your response to his hot breath hitting your weeping slit. "You have to learn, dear summoner, that all good comes to those who wait." 
"I am waiting," you ground out, "I am waiting very patiently right now for you to shut up and eat me out already." 
One of his eyebrows raised as he stroked your thigh gently before biting down on the tender flesh, making you yelp out. His thin fingers went back to stroking the irritated spot afterwards as you cursed and groaned at him. "There, there," he coo-ed, one finger running up your lips as you were held down from bucking up by his hand on your hips, nails digging into your skin as you couldn't stop yourself from trying. "Very soft and so very mouthy. I could break you with my pinky." 
You couldn't stop the words from tumbling from your mouth. "Then put those fingers of yours to use and make me fall apart, Thresh." This man was going to tease you to death, you were sure of it. A chuckle was your reply as he eased his pinky finger inside of you. 
"Well, is this what you wanted then?" He purred, knowing that there was no way you'd be satisfied with just that. "I'm not hearing  a thank you." 
"Oh, go to hell." 
"Already been there, dear summoner," he purred against your skin, moving up to bite at your stomach as you tried to keep your noises down. His voice dropped further to a threatening timbre and you shivered against your will. "And I'm willing to show you what it's like-" 
You barely had time to register those words as he suddenly stopped with a snarl, turning towards the door and freezing in his movements. You were about to ask him why he stopped, but before you could the door swung open violently. Two burly men stepped inside, followed by a woman skittishly looking around and closing the door behind her before checking the hallway one last time. 
A condescending whistle came from one of the men as Thresh slowly got up, turning their way as you scrambled to hide your naked body from their eyes. Luckily he had only taken off his coat, and he was free to face the two men that had invaded your privacy. 
"To what do we... owe this pleasure," Thresh said, voice low, but a smile was on his face, and it was slowly dawning on you that he had hoped for something to happen. Maybe not in the middle of your lovemaking, but the way his hands twitched by his side as if reaching for his hook and lantern told you he was waiting for them to make a move so he could pounce on his prey. 
"We saw something real interesting at dinner tonight," one started as he cleaned his nails with a large gleaming knife, "Didn't we, fellas?" He turned to the other man who chuckled, showing his own weapon as even the woman glanced their way and cracked a smile, before hissing a "hurry up" at them. 
"And what would that possibly be?" Thresh's voice was melodious as usual, but the edge of danger in his words made you shiver. His eyes were on them like the eyes of a predator on a prey, despite the fact that it was 2 vs 1, and it didn't seem like he had any weapons on him. 
"Don't play dumb, man," the second guy said, stepping to the left as the other guy stepped to the right, surrounding the warden who seemed unperturbed. "You're in the outskirts of Noxus, we don't go around giving golden coins out to random inn workers. No one unless they're not native and filthy rich. So hand over all your money old man." 
Thresh seemed to narrow his eyes at the mention of him being an old man, but it seemed to be out of humor rather than offence. A chuckle escaped him as he replied: "You're right, I am old, and I am not from around here... but had you known exactly what it is I am you would not have come inside this room so brazenly. It's honestly quite refreshing." The smile disappeared from his face. "However, you came at a very unfortunate time, as you can see. I am in a good mood, though, and I'm going to give you a chance to walk away." 
This was met with laughter from the men and another hiss from the woman telling them to stop playing around and just get the money before someone would come. 
"No one's gonna come," one man replied, "No one cares about a foreigner like this. He's only good for the money in his pocket... which will be ours soon. Now hand over all your money quickly before we hurt you, and no more playing big in front of your whore. We all know you don't mean it." At this statement you made an indignant sound, a "You wouldn't let those ugly pieces of shit insult us like that, would you?" on your lips, but before you could utter the sentence everything seemed to explode into action. 
The two men jumped forward with ill intent, weapons gleaming in the light of the candles and oil lamps, moving ever so quickly closer to Thresh' exposed neck who seemed to stand perfectly still. 
"Just kill him!" The woman snarled from the doorway, seemingly out of patience, and as the men did just that the sound of metal slashing and a loud gasp filled the room. You hadn't averted your eyes, not even for a second as you saw what happened almost in slowmotion. Thresh had stood still, taking the attack head on without moving an inch. And the blades had moved almost simultaneously, swiftly ridding Thresh of his precious head... or so they'd thought. At the realisation that the weapons had moved straight through his neck without any resistance the two men paled, moving in for the kill again and again as a low chuckle, barely even heard over the sound of the weapons clashing together, slowly rose in crescendo until a loud, cruel laugh was all that filled the room. 
"Oh, you are so dead." You muttered from the bed, seeing Thresh transform into his true form in front of your eyes, and knowing what the fate would be of the people in front of you.
...
"Dear Bort, there's life... there's death... and there's me," Thresh cruel voice came from the end of the hallway where he talked to the poor worker that had been bullied so intensely before. You could not see the warden's face from your place in the doorway, but the way his voice lowered to an almost threatening purr made an image of the man's expression spring into your mind all the same. Bort was the only one remaining after Thresh' killing spree, and you were glad for it. Unsure about his future under Thresh thum, but it would probably not be worse than the life he was used to... probably. It's not like he really had a choice.
A wry smile was on your face and you felt your heart squeeze painfully as you heard him agree, seeing Thresh transform his soul in front of you.
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And back you were inside of the carriage. Now drawn by ghost humans instead of horses, but you didn't dwell too long on it, hearing Bort laugh and have a good time from his new place as the coachman. Thresh didn't even think about spending the night in the inn now that he was done with his business there, but as you sighed for the umpteenth time he finally addressed the issue of your... well, coitus interruptus. 
"I am quite satisfied," he said, the grin on his face as big as the moment he'd left the inn, and you gaped at him.
 "Well, I'm not!" Was your indignant reply, and honestly, there was no way he was either. He seemed pleased enough, judging by the expression on his face, but there was something down there that still required attention. You were sitting so close together in the carriage, your knees practically touching, and if you reached out just slightly... so that's what you did. A sly, tentative hand reached out for his thighs, the touch so soft and quick you saw his eyelids flutter just slightly at the feeling. You didn't voice that you knew he was lying, but moved your hand to his crotch where you found him very unsatisfied still. A small sound escaped you as your other hand joined your first, enjoying the texture of his pants under your fingertips as you ghosted your digits over his still throbbing erection. Your hornyness had died down a little, but came back full blown at the sigh that came from him as he opened his legs further for you.
You were thinking it was time to return the favour for him teasing you so much earlier. Deft fingers made quick work of his pants, and he didn't stop you from undressing his lower half entirely. His dick, almost strangely human now that he was in his disguise, was like you remembered it, except less... glowy and green. Without hesitation you ran a finger across the length of it, following a prominent vein from balls to tip, eyes on his face as he gave no overt outward reaction of his pleasure. But the way you noticed his eyes lose focus was enough of a tell for you to continue your ministrations. A finger became two, until you had your entire hand wrapped around the base, slowly moving up and down as you kept your eyes on his face. Pleasure soon enough made way for frustration as you kept up the snails pace, a grin growing on your face with every slow, gentle pump. 
"I see." He said as he opened his eyes. "This is payback, hm?" 
"Exactly," you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice as you tried to maintain your slow pace. You were absolutely soaked meanwhile, but you hoped you hid it well. If he realised how much you wanted him he'd take advantage of it. Your pink tongue peeked out to wet your lower lip, and you saw his eyes focus on it instantly. The grin on your face widened, as you slowly moved in to give a small kitten lick to the tip of his leaking member. 
He actually groaned your name at this, and you felt yourself practically leak a puddle on the floor. If you weren't fully dressed again you might have done exactly that, but now all you did was make an uncomfortable wetness spread in your panties, ruining the fabric and chafing your skin. You held strong though, moving in to lick the tip again before moving on to the vein you had so lovingly traced earlier. He twitched, and globs of precum dribbled along the shaft for you to lick up. His knuckles were white as he held tight to the seat, but his patience was running low.
"Enough," he suddenly barked, grabbing your hair tightly in a fist, pulling you up to his face and gritting out: "Your mouth or your cunt, which one?" 
Your eyes widened at this, but your mouth was faster than your brain when you cried out: "Fuck me stupid already! I've been dripping since that fucking inn!"
Barely realising you said this quite loudly and Bort had let out a small yelp from the other side of the carriage walls before minding his own business quite quickly, you were quickly manhandled onto Thresh's seat as he reversed your positions. This time you were undressed much more quickly than earlier though, while you only managed to get his coat off, again. He was already bare to you though, and the way he rubbed himself against your thighs and pussy lips was driving you crazy. 
"You weren't lying about being soaked." He commented between devouring your lips, "All this from some playing around at the inn and then servicing me?"
No response was given as you'd rather put your energy and focus into kissing back and wrapping your legs around his narrow hips, pulling him closer. He rubbed against your lips one more time, head catching on your clit as you mewled out for him to put it in, which he did. With a firm thrust he was all the way in and you gasped out with no sound, eyes unfocused as you took in his entire length. The speed and bumps of the carriage still speeding through the streets of Noxus made sure neither of you was able to stay still for long, the vibrations running through you both, intensifying the feeling as he started moving, grunting in your ear how fucking tight you always managed to be. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting in harshly, pummelling inside of you as if his life depended on making you break. Unable to stay quiet, noises tumbled from your mouth until he covered your mouth with his hand. "Now we don't want the entirely of Noxus to hear what we're doing in here, would we?" He purred at you, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that made you see stars. "Violating Bort's ears is more than enough." Groaning you realised you could never face the man after this without feeling extremely embarrassed, but it was too late now. You tried to keep quiet, you really did, but even with his hand covering your mouth you were louder than you wanted to be, and you saw him sneer with every moan or high pitched mewl that escaped you. 
"Poor little soul," he purred, a little sigh escaping him as you tightened after a particularly well placed and powerful thrust, "Look at you, completely at my mercy and so, so drunk for me." His thrusts slowed a little as a devious plan formed into his brain. "Think you can hold out until we reach our destination?" 
The words registered slowly. "No please, I'm so close, we've waited so long already-" you cried out against his hand, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, slowing his thrusts significantly as your pleas were silenced by him. You had been so close, so close to release, and he took it from you swiftly, as you felt the burn inside of your core dim to smouldering embers. He finally removed his hand, and you took this to tell him how much of a piece of work he was. He took it with a sharp thrust that had you shut up quite quickly, stoking the flames inside of you ever so often as you climbed to your orgasm only to have him withhold it from you. Tears were starting to leak from your eyes, against your will, but you were just so frustrated, and you had been so close. Unsure if you were even able to orgasm at all after all the edging, his thrusting almost bordering on overstimulating now that your orgasm was ruined so many times. 
"How... far..."  you cried out, shivering against him as he chuckled and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with deceptive care. 
"Not very far, sweet soul. Hold on for me, will you?" 
You wouldn't be surprised if he just had Bort ride forever at this point; there was no destination, was there? Anger filled you as you grabbed the warden by his long hair, the ornaments digging into your palm as you pulled him close to your face only to hiss: "Enough now." He chuckled up a storm, but rewarded you with a finger against your clit, rubbing you quickly. 
"Ah, poor thing, wouldn't be good to break my summoner." He said as he picked up his pace, finally going back to the deep, hard rhythm he had before, "even though I'd love to." Was added under his breath, but at this point the carriage had slowed down, and you had held on admirably. Also he wasn't sure how long he could hold out either, your constant tightening around him after each ruined orgasm had him on the very edge as well, and he was too prideful to come before you. 
The carriage stopped, but no sound came from outside as Bort didn't speak until he was sure you two were done in there. 
"We're there," you cried out, almost delirious as you climbed again towards an orgasm that if he ruined it again would have you cry for real. "We're here, please, please, please-" 
The feeling inside of you reached crescendo as Thresh finally fucked you to orgasm, the feeling overwhelming you so much you were sure you ruined the carriage forever. "Fuck. Thresh."  You cried as you doubled over, eyesight going dark as your orgasm washed over you. 
Unable to hold on himself Thresh spend himself inside of you as well, letting out a sinful groan that would have you ready for another round if you weren't so absolutely fucked out. 
It was silent for a little bit as both of you caught your breath. You were absolutely exhausted, unsure if your legs could even carry you to where the carriage had taken you, so you just closed your eyes, hoping Thresh would do something about it.
"We've... we've arrived, sir." Came Bort's small voice from outside, and Thresh chuckled above you, slowly pulling out as you whined from the feeling.
"We sure have." 
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darkmold · 3 months
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Thresh d!ck analysis because four people demanded it
Pretty big (around 7.5 inches length) and decently thick. There’s a series of fairly prominent veins along the sides but the most sensitive part is by far right on the tip- pay attention to that area and he’s putty in your hands
His cum is actually pretty thick. Have you ever poured heavy cream? Kinda like that. It’s an opaque off-white and it tastes bitter (can’t imagine people in district 11 can afford a very well-rounded diet but idk)
There’s a patch of dark, wiry hair at the base of his cock and he doesn’t really bother with grooming it (he also doesn’t care what his partner does with their hair)
He’s surprisingly romantic with his sexual encounters. Even if you’re on your knees with his dick halfway down your throat, you bet your ass he’s gonna be holding your hand and calling you his beautiful doll
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celianity · 5 months
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Movie Night 2.0
Jordan Li x Reader
Prompt: having finished the movie, you and Jordan take care of all that pent-up energy
Warnings: cursing, basically just a whole lot of smut
Word count: 1.332
Author's note: thanks for all the love on Movie Night - here is part 2, I hope you enjoy :) ________________________________________
„Where’s your shit talking mouth now, huh?” Jordan’s voice echoes through the quiet of the hall, drawing you in like a hypnotic spell.
There is still a bit of distance between the two of you because they got a head start, excusing themselves to the bathroom five minutes before the movie credits rolled.
Their absence put you more on edge then you cared to admit.
When Andre and Cate finally left and Marie started cleaning up the aftermath of the watch party, you could feel the tension in your body building.
After the lights went out in your dorm room and you counted to a hundred for good measure, your feet hit the floor again. Marie’s breath was steady, but Emma watched you in the dark with eagle eyes as you tiptoed to the door.
“No glove, no love,” she whispered, scaring you half to death.
You held up your middle finger before disappearing into the hallway, where you’re greeted by a small figure at the end of it.
The exit sign above Jordan’s head illuminates their chin length hair and tints their fitted tank top light green.
Your gaze drinks them in, every alluring curve and dip. Even from the distance you can feel their eyes burning as they watch you approach.
Slowly, they pull their hands out of the pockets of their sweatpants, reaching automatically for your waist as you halt to a stop in front of them.
You dip your head slightly to even out the height difference, breathing in, brushing your noses teasingly. An intoxicating mixture of perfume, adrenalin and foolishness sends your mind spiraling. “Right here, all yours.”
Jordan doesn’t wait a second longer to take you up on that offer, stealing that hitching breath right off your lips. You suppress a moan in the back of your throat at the unexpectedly hard impact.
Their hand snakes up the front of your torso and sweeps along your collarbone until it rests firmly at the side of your neck, splayed fingers applying reassuring pressure. Their thump at the front of your throat makes you fear for your dear innocence. The other hand on your ass doesn’t help either.
Time to turn the tables, then.
You deepen the kiss, letting the pent-up tension roll off your tongue right through their parted lips. Tasting the peppermint tinge of their toothpaste and pressing closer, you wedge one knee in between their legs. Craving more friction, Jordan grinds against the clothing of your silken pajama bottoms and you’re happy to oblige.
Your hands split up.
One brushing along the underside of their left boob before cupping it fully. A sigh escapes Jordan’s lips as you both come up for air and you pinch their nipple between your fingers. The fabric of their tank top is so thin, making it basically invisible to your touch.
Your other hand is stroking up their thigh, playfully undoing the cords of their sweatpants, before slipping past the elastic band of their underwear.
This time, you don’t even try to subdue the groan. “Holy fuck.” Jordan swallows every syllable greedily as their desire wets your fingertips.
Maliciously slow, you push two fingers inside them, curl, retreat, repeat. They arch further into you, intensifying every penetrating movement by practically riding your hand.
The tiny voice in the back of your head reminds you to slow down if you don’t wish to end this soon. However, pushing them over the brink with just your fingers, still fully clothed, is an ego boost you can’t deny.
The assurance of holding their body in the palms of your hands threshes yourself dangerously close to the brink of coming undone right then and there in this fucking hallway.
“Don’t slow down,” they rasp as if hearing your thoughts, biting down on your bottom lip to hold your attention. The grip on your ass tightens.
“We’re just getting started.” You close your mouth around your fingers, savoring their taste on your tongue. “We should move this to your bedroom though because I need you to get naked right about fucking now.”
“You’re so goddamn hot, it makes me hate you sometimes,” Jordan bites out, nodding in agreement.
After planting one last peck on your swollen lips, they guide you by the hand to the nearest door.
Darkness surrounds you, sharpening your senses, highlighting your own desperate needs.
You hear a lock turn before two larger hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against a defined chest. Head turned upwards now; the new flaring up force of the kiss spurring you on. You feel like fighting the current of an ocean all of a sudden.
Those damn sweatpants are doing a terrible job at disguising Jordan’s hard-on, and it drives you crazy.
You clasp one hand around their cutting jaw, deepening the kiss, wanting them to swallow you whole.
The other one glides from their right shoulder over their chest and stomach, picking right up where you left off, enjoying every muscle twitch under your definite touch.
Right before reaching the elastic waistband again, certain fingers wrap around your wrist.
Hot breath fans against your ear, as Jordan whispers, “Your turn, get on the bed.”
The confidence in their tone sends a shiver down your spine, settling right between your legs which are now being pushed apart.
Scattered streaks of moonlight streaming in through the window paint their figure above you in pale light. With a catching breath, you freeze to admire them for a moment.
A smug smile tucks at the corners of their mouth, coming down on yours again after being parted for what feels like an eternity.
Eagerness is pulling the strings now.
You wrap your legs around their waist, guiding them nearer to where you need them the most. Tracing fingers and venturing lips won’t do the trick any longer.
You free them from their tank top to toss it somewhere onto the floor, ruffling their hair in the process, and finally loosen the cords of their sweatpants.
Physically restraining from letting your hand travel farther to encompass their bulge, you sit up instead to get rid of your own clothing, never breaking eye contact.
Jordan takes a quick dive into their bedside table to find a condom before settling onto their side, impatiently waiting to get a hold of your body again.
Briefly, you toy with the idea of putting on a little strip show just to tease them but the hungry glint in their dark eyes teaches you better.
“I want you on all fours,” they say, already moving behind you, warm hands grabbing your hips to pull you back in position. The tip of their hard cock at your soaking entrance turns your mouth into a desert.
“If you wait one second longer, I’m going to kill you,” you pant.
They grant your wish immediately, slamming into you with a force that nearly sends you face-first into the mattress if their splayed hands hadn’t held your torso upright.
These raw groans in the back of their throat zinging right through you, as you move in sync, pushing you over the edge a lot faster than you would have hoped.
Jordan can’t help falling apart at the same time, the view of your moonlit backside and the feel of your body around them being too goddamn much.
You flop down on your belly, content in the silence that follows, not caring about the mess right now. Jordan’s arms wind around your naked form, wrapping you in a full body hug. Their lips on the crown of your head are making you smile into their rising and falling chest.
“Are you staying over?” they ask almost hesitant, voice low and quiet in the dark of the advanced hour.
In response, you press a series of kisses onto their heated skin.
“You won’t get much sleep tonight if you keep on doing that.”
Your open-mouthed grin is a dagger in the diffuse light of the room. “I’m counting on it.”
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velvetlilacsdaisies · 2 months
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Stay Still | B. Durran |
Bodhi Durran x fwb!fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MDNI, swearing, p in v, (unprotected sex pls pls be safe), cockwarming, not proofread well, switch!Bodhi, possessive!Bodhi, bratty!reader, poorly written smut, smut with little plot
A/n: hehhe this came out of my ass idk what got into me during my reading bonanza last night 🤭. I just felt truly inspired to try to write a full smut. This is my first official smut I’ve wrote so I would love feedback to improve on it if you have it, but I hope you find this as fun as I did!!
You sighed boredly laying on Bodhi’s bed, stomach pressed against the plush mattress, idly looking over a book about runes you tried to occupy your thoughts with. It had been thirty minutes since you arrived at the Section Leader’s door looking for some company in nothing but your black dressing robe and matching tiny nightgown underneath. Anticipating when he opened his door, he’d haughtily pull you into his quarters and ravish you like a man starved…but no. He merely gave you a once over before letting you in, and sat back at his desk doing his research on wards for Xaden.
You wanted to help as much as he did with resurrecting the wardstones for your friends, but now it had impeded on yours and his arrangement. It’s been two weeks since you last found yourself in the embrace of the man you craved, and you were desperate for the attention you lacked. It had become an unspoken routine you two had secretly engaged in since after Threshing last year. Only using each other other than for just distractions from the trials of surviving the Rider’s Quadrant at night, while during the day you were just squad mates.
You could feel another wave of heat go through your core at the thought of the secret that the two of you shared. You had been fighting the wanton desire since the last time you had found each other. Not that you weren’t satisfied by Bodhi, but you never stopped wanting him it had become glaringly obvious for you. You had even resorted to giving into flirty banter with Ridoc in front of him to get the Flame Section Leader’s acknowledgment, left with not even a sarcastic remark or scolding look on his part. Since Violet returned from Samara, there was a dire urgency to find answers on the wardstone.
But today was exemplarily tougher to push that ache down. After a rather intensive Flame Section sparring session after classes, you had been forced to watch Bodhi spar without drooling. His shirt discarded halfway through the session when he was challenged by Sawyer, the sweat glistening off his chiseled muscles. As if he knew the effect he had on you. The relic that swirled over his bulky biceps and veiny forearms and his dragon relic that loitered on the back of his left sharp shoulder blade down to the side of his refined torso. You had to take an extra cold shower once all the girls left the locker room to calm the burning desire that consumed you which proved to be no help.
You got off the bed, and made your way to him feeling impatient as your core throbbed once more. His back was towards you, displaying his relics that you admired and worshiped in the solace of the night. Your arms wrapping around his chest from behind, your nails lightly scratching his broad bare chest.
“Boh,” you whined, nipping at his earlobe. “Are you done yet?” You asked, a simper to your tone. The arousal in between your legs getting too heavy to bare, and clenching your thighs was no longer an option to fight the want for him. You wanted him now. No—you needed him, and you weren’t going to deprive yourself another minute.
“I don’t have much longer until I finish this section.” He murmured. He screwed his eyes shut trying to focus on the text in front of him, tilting his neck out of instinct to the side letting your lips press needy kisses down to his shoulder.
He had known when he saw you at your door in your skimpiest night clothes what you wanted. Finally making a move in the unintentional stalemate between the both of you. It didn’t fall on to blind eyes the way you went out of your way to be bratty throughout the last two weeks, attempting to get a rise out of him. It almost worked, but never being a jealous man, and clever enough to see right through you. The flirty comments to Ridoc, the way he could feel your alluring eyes burn holes into him during any time he was in the vicinity of you. He almost felt guilty leaving you hanging and to resort to blatant facades of making him jealous, a silent plea to just take you already.
He wanted to do nothing, but to fuck you and remind you who you belonged to.
You looked enticing, and every primal thought that flooded his mind he pushed down to the back of his mind when you appeared in front of his door. The churam he smoked an hour ago doing nothing to stop his chest from hammering, and the blood rushing to his manhood, twitching, at the sight of you. He had to use every ounce of his self discipline to keep his composure in check, letting you in without pouncing, devouring you like he wanted. Xaden would arrive back in Basgiath tomorrow expecting intel, and he hadn’t gotten very far in his research besides dead ends.
Your name got stuck in his throat barely sputtering it out as you sucked on the spot that you knew drove him wild, the conjunction of his neck and shoulder.
You weren’t exclusive with Bodhi, but you had learned everything about him that made him tick. From the littlest things like how his eyes lingered when your flight jacket was slightly undone bearing the slightest bit of cleavage in the low cut tank top you wore underneath—to what made him absolutely feral—the feeling of your lips with your teeth marking his sweet spot that would be barely concealed by the collar of his tight black training shirt the next day. Noting how he would wear the mark proudly like the patches on his jacket. Having a boyish grin when a squad mate would bring it up playing coy. No one knew they were left by you.
“I’ll help you after…” you purred, your hands traveling down his torso to the waistband of his night pants. Fingers nimbly tracing the barely grown out hair that led underneath the cotton. “I’ve been waiting weeks for you.” You pouted before peppering more kisses on his cheeks, feeling satisfied at the sharp intake of air he took at the movement.
You would get your way, there would be no other outcome of you showing up at his door tonight than to be ruined by Bodhi Durran.
“I’m expected to have something to report on tomorrow.” He protested weakly, savoring your mouth against jaw, but still keeping his eyes on the parchment.
His dissolve was close to crumbling, feeling the cold fingertips slip underneath his waistband. All he wanted to do was bend you over his desk, imagining your cheek pressed to the ancient texts laid out on the wooden surface as he railed into you from behind. His cock hardened more at the idea of him inside you.
“Xaden won’t-” you were cut off by the scrape of the wooden chair against the stone floor making you stumble backwards slightly. Bodhi abruptly slid his bottoms down, revealing half hardened manhood, sitting back down in the chair.
“C’mere,” he growled. His tone had a dangerous lilt to it, only making the wetness that had pooled in your panties grow more. His usual warm brown eyes blown out filled with something more than lust.
Your throat ran dry, obeying as you stepped in between his legs. He leaned his forehead against your stomach, inhaling steady breaths as if he could smell your arousal. His rough hands gripping your bare outer thighs before slipping under your nightgown, roughly kneading the soft flesh of your ass. Then he hooked his fingers around the fabric of your undergarments dragging them down your legs.
“You want me to fuck you, but have another man’s name leave your lips?” He gritted out through his, barely speaking above a whisper.
Bodhi knew he was overreacting, but when his cousin’s name came out of your mouth, his primal instincts came bubbling to the surface. A feral fire fueling him, no longer to be tamed. How dare you bring up Xaden, when you came here solely looking for relief from him after acting the way you’ve been.
You were taken aback by the words, leaving you stammering. “I-I’m sorry, Boh..”
This was a new side to him, you’ve never seen before. A nervous pang made your heart skip a beat, though excited at the aggressiveness in his actions.
“You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing the last two weeks?” He cupped the back of one of your thighs, bringing a leg over his. “Think you were being sly?” He questioned.
You shook your head furiously, forgetting how to speak momentarily.
He pinched the inside of your thigh, only adding to the fire that blazed in your core, a soft gasp leaving your slacked jaw. “Use your words, babygirl.”
“N-no,” the words airily released from your throat, a pink tint to your cheeks.
He smirked, a dry laugh escaping him. “That's what I thought.” He dragged your other leg over his so you were now straddling him, knees perched on the extra wide seat. “Since you want to be a brat, you can sit on my cock until I’m done here.” He held his member with one hand, pumping slowly. “You got it?”
You gulped, watching how it twitched ever slightly, and his shoulders relaxed as he held himself. Nodding eagerly, biting your lip, still looking between the both of you awaiting for him to be inside you.
His free hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it, forcing you to look in his eyes. “What did I say about your words?” He growled. A soft moan left your lips at the gesture. His darkened brown eyes wavered in hunger and pride at the reaction.
“Y-yes, please…” you begged, feeling him rub the tip against your slick folds.
“Good girl, so wet for me,” he groaned.
He slowly inserted himself at your entrance, his hand finding your hip to help lower yourself on to him until he bottomed out inside you. His thick member stretching you out in a blissful sting that he could make you feel. You both sighed at the feeling, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck holding on to him with a near death grip.
You could feel yourself throb as he went back to working. His hands lightly brushing your sides every time he flipped a page or went to jot a note down in his notebook, causing jolts to go down your body. You tried to grind your hips to provide the teeniest bit of relief, Bodhi would only grip your thighs with a bruising force.
“Stay still,” he hissed, his head rolling back as he felt you clench around him again. A small smirk graced your lips, an idea coming to your mind.
One of your hands slid in between you, and found your clit. You moaned, as your fingers circled the sensitive nub.
“Y/n…” he warned, listening to the sweet noises you made in his ear, gripping the quill in his hand tightly. He had thought he had the upper hand in this, but as you touched yourself, his cock warming your insides, he felt the remaining bit of his dissolve crumble. “You’re such a fucking brat.” He held your hips, halting your movements.
“Do something about it then.” You challenged, pressing a chaste kiss to his full lips.
He thrusted up into you, sounds sweet as sin coming from your throats. A wicked smile twisted on to your face, finally. “I fully intend to.” He mumbled, pulling you into another kiss, this time longer and heated. You nipped at his lower lip, earning a hiss from him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth.
Drilling into you at a slow agonizing pace, your tongues fought for dominance, the kiss becoming broken up between strings of noises leaving the both of you. The slow burn pleasure painstakingly from the pace he had set. You tried to lower yourself up and down to go at a faster pace and to your dismay he slowed his movements more, squeezing your hips in caution.
You pulled away panting, “more.” You were a whimpering mess, frustrated to find your release. “Please, Bodhi.”
“Just because you get what you want doesn’t mean you still can’t be punished.” A lazy smirk etched on to his broad jaw. “I have to remind you who you belong to.”
He slowly thrusted up into you again, making you cry out. His face contorted to a look of pleasure as he provided deep slow strokes into you, the sight of him biting his now bruised lip heavenly.
“I’m yours, please.” You begged, nails biting into his shoulders. “Only yours.” You cried when he thrusted particularly harder when you said that.
“Y’ feel so good around me.” He drawled. “Like your pussy was made for me, sweetheart.” His words caused an effect on your whole body from your pussy clenching harder around him to your heart swelling from the praise.
The atmosphere felt entirely different from the usual casual hook ups from before. His forehead resting against yours, occasionally nuzzling your nose with his whispering lines of worship for you taking his time.
“Feels so good,” you panted, looping your fingers in his curls at the nape of his neck. You could feel yourself go dumb as his fingers found your clit, circling it with the same agonizing pace of his cock. You don’t know how much of this you could take. “Please, please, please let me ride you.”
“Do you deserve to ride me?” He taunted in between thrusts.
You nodded vigorously, “please let me make you feel good, Boh. Please.”
He stopped playing with your clit, bringing his fingers to your swollen lips. You sucked your juices off of them, tasting yourself as he leaned back in the chair.
“Mm, since you’ve been begging so nicely.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
The moans you released as you fucked yourself onto Bodhi’s cock were angelic. Letting you lower yourself up and down, watching as you got lost, getting drunk on his manhood. His hands had a firm grip on your waist, helping guide you down his length.
“That’s it, ride me like the good slut you are.” He watched your cunt sink onto him, swallowing his length whole.
You could start to feel the familiar coil of release start to come undone, and you knew you weren’t gonna last long. The sounds of your slick and his pants encouraging you to go faster.
Bodhi sensed the way you gripped him, you were going to climax, and met your rhythm bucking his hips upward. “You gonna come f’me?” He asked.
You could only mewl in response, the pleasure rendering you speechless as you rode him harder. Your vision blurred with stars, your body going rigid from the surge of tingling pleasure that electrified your body. The coil finally unraveling in your core as you orgasmed. You let out a throaty moan that was muffled by his lips, kissing passionately.
The tawny skinned man didn’t stop his movements, feeling his own release chasing yours. His aching cock twitched in need of relief. He muttered curses, his pace getting sloppier as he whimpered your name.
“Come for me, Boh.” You whispered softly. His arms wrapped tightly around your midsection, clinging to you like his life depended on it as he kept fucking you.
You felt the twitch, and his release shoot into you, a guttural groan following it. Feeling the mix of your arousals seeping out of you, his cock throbbing.
The heavy breathing from the both of you was the only noise in the room, you two staying in the position. You lightly scratched his scalp letting him regain his composure, his arms loosely holding you still. After a minute, he leaned away looking at you silently.
The intense gaze made you self conscious, clearing your throat as indication you were getting up. His arms only tightened around you once more, but he let his cock sink out of you, feeling your releases cover both of your thighs.
“I should get going,” you stated bluntly.
“Stay the night?” He reached over for the t-shirt that was crumpled on the floor beside his desk. Gingerly wiping you off first, being extremely gentle and careful to not be too abrasive with your sensitive parts, before he cleaned himself off.
You blinked in surprise, he never asked that before—let alone so nonchalant. You two never stayed too long in one another’s quarters after, let alone spend the night with one another. This would encroach the boundaries you mentally placed on this arrangement, ultimately entangling what you had already felt for the man in front of you.
“Aren’t you worried someone will see?” You asked warily.
He offered his usual boyish grin. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart.”
Personally the pacing was weird for me to write, but I hope it gave you guys what you needed! The idea of fwb possessive Bodhi now has me in a chokehold lmao. Like I said, I am always open to improvements and feedback as this was a bit out of my comfort zone 🫶🏻🩷
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writergirl35 · 4 months
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Whatever You Want Part 1
Liam Mairi X Female Reader
I found the lack of Liam Mairi content on this platform disturbing so I made one myself.
Summary: You and Liam have a friends with benefits thing going. But will your fear or falling for him split you up?
Warning(s): Illusions to smut, minor angst, female reader, use of y/n, y/l/n
You awoke to the rhythmic thumping of his heart, the warm skin beneath your cheek. Soft. Steady. Comforting. You inhale, allowing his scent to wash over you, and wrap you in complete serenity. The fresh, sharp, slightly minty smell of pine engulfs you. You smirk as you shift your gaze over to the carving Liam made of your green scorpiontail, Sorcha. He smells like the wood he uses to carve his figures. He smells like safety, like home. Liam shifts slightly, pulling you closer to him. You chuckle as he presses his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. “Morning gorgeous.” He mumbles against you, causing you to shiver with delight and anticipation. “Morning,” you reply as you angle your lips to meet his in a sweet and gentle kiss. Liam pulls away with a grin. “I guess our first sleepover was a success.” He teases, as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. You smile before you reply, lacing your fingers through his blond hair. Like silk. “I’d say so.” Liam’s kisses begin to travel lower, across your collarbone, between your breasts. “Round…” Liam quirks a suggestive eyebrow. ‘What would it be? 5? Or 6?” He grins as his blue eyes meet yours with an intensity that simultaneously heats you while goosebumps erupt across your body. You and Liam have been sleeping together for a few weeks now. It started simple enough. You were attracted to each other, and in the rider’s quadrant, you never know which day will be your last. After surviving Threshing and bonding with your dragons you and Liam chose to celebrate…with each other. You began to celebrate more and more. Your nights together began to blur into the day. Eating together, sparring together, studying together. Spending time with Liam was slowly becoming one of the best parts of your day. And your friends have noticed. Between the dirty jokes from Ridoc and the endless questions from Violet and Rhiannon, you and Liam constantly have to explain your relationship. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just sleeping together.” has been a sentence that you’ve repeated so many times. And now he’s here. In your bedroom. You’ve never spent the night in each other’s rooms. You both agreed that it was too intimate. But after last night’s… activities, he was too tired and too comfortable to even think about leaving your bed. Leaving you. “I wish.” you groan, caressing his cheek, enjoying the way his skin colored beneath your touch. “We have to get to breakfast before anyone notices we’re missing.” Liam huffs as he rolls away from you. Oh Gods. The blanket that kept you both warm last night is draped across his hips, exposing every delicious inch of his toned, muscular chest. Liam leans against the pillows, stretching his arms up and over his head before interlocking his fingers and resting his head back against them. The muscles in his abdomen tighten and flex. “That is not fair.” You groan as you pull a shirt over your head. “What?” He asks, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. “I really hate you Liam Mairi,” you reply as you toss his shirt to him. You tug your pants up. Acutely aware of Liam’s eyes on you. Tracking your movements. “No, you don’t.” Liam’s grin turns into a genuine smile. Everything in you is telling you to give in. Allow yourself to be lost in him. Consumed in him. Like you were last night. No. You shake the thought away. You will not allow yourself to fall for him. To fall for him, and lose him… you couldn’t bear it. “Liam,” you turn to him as he gets dressed. “You have to go.” Liam’s brow furrows in confusion. “Before our friends see us together.” You clarify as you finish weaving the strands of your hair into a French braid.
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saey707 · 2 years
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My Masterlist (❁⸝⸝ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈⸝)✧
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This is a compiled list of all of my current works! Since I haven't written many champions quite yet, you can find my works based on their category. You can find the list below!
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Index ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
➣ Requests ➣ Yandere Legends ➣ Sentence Starters ➣ Free Writes / Open Prompt ➣ Personal Works / OC Pieces
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Notes:
I have placed a heart right next to every piece. Female reader works will be colored pink, and gender-neutral reader works will be colored green. Any male reader works will be blue. I have also placed a 🔞 next to every smut piece (finally!).
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  requests  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
💚 → Arcane Jayce tries to win you over with his inventions [Arcane Jayce x Oblivious! Reader]
💚 → You meet Viktor and go on a date with him (Bonus: You are Deaf!) [Viktor x Disabled! Reader]
💚 → Sett and you play fight [Sett x Fighter! Reader]
💚 → Gwen goes on adventures with you [Gwen x Mercenary/Adventurer! Reader]
🩷 → Your relationship with the big red meanie Aatrox [Aatrox x Reader]
💚 → You are an artist and your partner (Jayce/Shen) is your muse (ft. SFW and NSFW sections!) [Jayce x Artist! Reader & Shen x Artist! Reader]
💚 → Your relationship with Lux [Lux x Knight! Reader]
🩷 → You have a huge crush on Ezreal but he's too much of a blockhead to notice you adore him [Oblivious! Ezreal x Reader]
🩷 → Aatrox "cooks" for you [Chef! Aatrox x Reader]
💚 → Your relationship with Akali [Akali x Reader]
🩷 → You are an android that remembers what it's like to be human again with Viktor (Includes: How you meet, your romance, and Viktor's Glorious Evolution!) [Viktor x Android! Reader]
🩷 -> Your relationship with Yasuo [Yasuo x Reader]
💚 -> You are a tailor and love making Gwen clothes [Gwen x Reader]
💚🔞 -> You grow distant from your girlfriend Leona [Yandere! Leona x Reader]
💚 -> You are a gentle soul and Yone doesn't think you can survive on your own [Yandere! Yone x Reader]
🩷 -> Your relationship with Neeko [Neeko x Reader]
🩷🔞 -> Thresh wants to preserve your mortal innocent [Spirit Blossom Thresh x Reader]
💚 -> Akali, Shen, and Zed as your lover (Individual Headcanons) [Akali x Reader, Shen x Reader, & Zed x Reader]
🩷 -> You have low self-esteem and Viego tries to make you see your worth and beauty [King! Viego x Reader]
💚 -> Wholesome summer headcanons with Yone [Yone x Reader]
💚 -> Which Noxian yandere? [Yandere Swain x Reader]
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  all things heartsteel!  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
💚🔞 → Submissive Kayn headcanons [Kayn x Reader]
💚 → A day in with a rockstar/popstar! [Kayn x K/DA! Reader]
💚 → Kayn gets kicked out of his old band and you comfort him [Kayn x Reader]
💚 → You have self-harm tendencies and Kayn can't help but worry about you [Kayn x Reader]
🩷🔞 → Kayn admires the marks you left all over him the night prior [Kayn x Reader]
🩷🔞 → Discord Convo pics of a conversation between MC and Kayn
💚 → How Aphelios shows affection towards you [Aphelios x Reader]
🩷 → Discord Convo pics of a conversation between MC and Aphelios
💚 → Kayn feels like his crush is one-sided and is jealous of the others [Kayn x Reader]
💚 → Toxic boyfriend Kayn [Kayn x Reader]
💚 → Boyfriend Sett headcanons [Sett x Reader]
🩷🔞 → Kayn is obsessed with your boobs headcanons [Kayn x Reader]
💚 → You and Yone are penpals and have a chance encounter one day [Yone x Reader]
🩷🔞 → Ezreal is inexperienced and insecure but wants to be intimate with you [Ezreal x Reader]
💚 → Aphelios worships your body [Aphelios x Chubby! Reader]
💚 → Jealous and possessive Kayn headcanons [Kayn x Reader]
💚 → You and Yone sing together [Yone x Reader]
🩷 → Kayn wants to prove he can provide for you and your unborn child [Kayn x Pregnant! Reader]
🩷 → You and Sett collab! [Sett x Designer! Reader]
🩷🔞 → Paranoiac: You make a "home video" with 3 Heartsteel boys [(Yone & Kayn & Ezreal) x Reader]
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🩷 → Viego
🩷 → Seraphine
💚 → Yone
💚🔞 → Jhin
💚 → Viego (2)
🩷🔞 → Viktor
💚 → Yone (2)
🩷 -> Yone (3)
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  kinktober 2023  *:・゚✧*:・゚
🩷🔞 -> Day 1: Viego (Masturbation)
💚🔞 → Day 2: Yone (Daddy)
🩷🔞 -> Day 3: Viktor (Stuck in Wall)
💚🔞 → Day 4: Jhin (Spanking)
💚🔞 → Day 5: Kayn (Gags)
💚🔞 → Day 7: Sett (Buttjob)
💚🔞 → Day 8: Viego (Netorare)
🩷🔞 -> Day 9: Jinx (Costumes)
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  sentence starters  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
💚 → Viktor: "I don't understand, why are you doing this?"
💚 → Jayce: "Forgive me." & "I never should have left you."
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💚 → Your first kiss with Spirit Blossom Yone [Spirit Blossom! Yone x Reader]
💚 → How you met (dad bod) Shen and leading up to the first date [Big Boy! Shen x Reader]
💚 → All The Things She Said: You are an Ionian and meet the peculiar Piltie Seraphine [Seraphine x Ionian! Reader]
💚 → As We Fall: Jayce reminisces with Caitlyn about his old friend and you [drabble of the Battlecast universe ft. Reader mention]
🩷🔞 -> Just Let Go: Erlok Grael takes your kindness the wrong way [Erlok Grael x Reader]
💚 -> Mi Querida: Headcanons of you and modern musician Viego [Dissonance of Pentakill! Viego x Reader]
💚 -> Stubborn as a Reaper: Your secret relationship with a needy ninja [Kayn x Reader]
💚 -> Mutualistic: Thresh sits on a throne and you have a seat right beside him [Thresh x Reader]
🩷 -> Crazy In Love: You are the only thing on Kayn's mind [Kayn x Reader]
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  lol event / oc pieces  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Targonite: Jayce x Aya Ashina
Mutaris, The Dissonance: League Event Story
Cosmic Flame With a Touch of Ora: Odyssey Kayn! x Aya Ashina
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unboundndd · 11 months
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Hello Hello! Welcome to my blog/writing dump ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
I used to write in my free time and missed being part of a community so I decided to start a new blog since I'm interested in League of Legends. I will mostly write character x reader scenarios, headcanons and maybe some longer stories. I will treat darker themes in this blog so please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to the subjects I tag in my posts.
·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· About the admin
Mi, 20+, She/her, EU
Katana dilf enthusiast! Favorites: older Ubisoft games, Metal Gear Solid, Mother Mother, Wowaka, PinocchioP, Angelic Pretty. Champs: Yone, Sona, Thresh, Morgana, Neeko.
·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lore knowledge, what I'd like to write
I like to think that i have a decent grasp on LoL's lore and the lore of skinlines skinlines so here's some characters I currently would like to write for. If your character doesn't appear in this list it doesn't mean that I won't write them, so don't be shy and send an ask if you'd wish. Aatrox, Ahri, Aphelios, Diana, Evelynn, Jhin, Kai'Sa, Kayn, Morgana, Leona, Rakan, Renata Glasc, Seraphine, Sett, Shen, Sona, Swain, Thresh, Vayne, Viego, Xayah, Yasuo, Yone, Zed.
I figured I'd add some skinlines too.
Pentakill universe, Nightbringer/Dawnbringer, Spirit Blossom, K/DA, High Noon, Pool party/Ocean song, Project, Cosmic/Dark cosmic. ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Rules for requesting and content warnings
If you'd like to request, please keep in mind that it may take time for them to get written out or I might never write them at all. I'd rather concentrate on less request but keep the quality high than to give everyone sloppy, disappointing writing! If you don't specify the gender of the reader (especially with NSFW requests) I will keep my terminology as gender neutral as possible.
I will list some of the things that may appear in my content:
Fluff/Platonic/Smut
Yandere
Violence (not explicitly described)
Discrimination (in fantasy setting, never protrayed positively) I will also list my bounduaries on things i will not write in any setting: CSA, or anything to do with the canonical minors Extreme fetishes, consensual non consent Homophobia, racism, dictatorship in a positive light
I hope that this post has been comprehensive enough, soon I will post something that is more interesting than rules! See you all then ^^
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aurorawritestoescape · 3 months
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THE BURGLARY
written with @milla-frenchy
Pairing: burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller
Summary: two men break into your house and take more than just your valuables.
TW: 18+ mdni. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NON-CON. Smut. Violence, suffocation, knife/gun play, penetration with a gun, mfm, bondage, degradation, praise, oral (male receiving), a depraved game, butt and pussy slapping, unprotected piv, creampies, cum eating, swearing.
Word count: 4,6k
A/n: @milla-frenchy and I wrote this fic as our contribution to Dead Dove December by @romana-after-dark. Romana, thank you for hosting this amazing event celebrating dark fic! @milla-frenchy I had so much fun writing with you! I love you, baby!❤️🫂Dividers by @saradika-graphics
If you’re sensitive to any of the warnings, do not read the fic! We don’t condone the actions of the characters. It is all fictional!
MILLA’S MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST
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You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the sound of water filling the tub is calming and hypnotizing. You’re wearing nothing but a pink robe, soft and warm. You untie it and open it wide before your gaze travels down to your breasts. You cup them gently and rub the nipples with your thumbs. They perk up at the touch and you flutter your eyes shut as the waves of arousal are spreading through every nerve in your body. One hand leaves your breast and glides down to caress your tummy and then mound. You dip your finger in between your folds and swirl it around your slightly wet clit. When you open your eyes, the mirror reflects your blown pupils back to you. You contemplate getting your vibrator from the drawer and using it in the bath. Your husband is away on a business trip and he won’t be back for a few more days but the idea of waiting for him to satisfy your desire excites you so you take a deep breath trying to calm down.
You take the robe off and hang it next to the sinks. You turn around, come up to the already full tub and bend over to check the water temperature. This is when he grabs you.
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The iron grip of his hand is holding your wrists behind your back. His bulge is pushing in between your naked asscheeks. He’s big and strong and you’re helpless against him. He’s keeping you bent over the full bath and then pushes your torso down. Your head is submerged in the tub and you scream and thresh about but your cries are completely silenced by the water suffocating you. Your attempts to break free are fruitless. His fist is clenching your hair and it burns like hell but the pain in your burning lungs overshadows everything else. You’re trying to free yourself from his hold, to kick him and push him away but his beastly strength doesn’t let you.
You’re about to black out when he lifts your head by your hair and your mouth finally takes a life-giving breath. You cough and cry trying to get as much oxygen as he lets you and exclaim, “No, no, stop it, please!”
He growls and pulls your torso up and flush against his chest. You’re covered in water droplets, already cold and shivering but for another reason. The stranger might kill you and the thought makes you tremble and beg for mercy,
“I’ll give you everything, I’ll do anything! Pls let me go..”
You’re crying and screaming but he’s deaf to your pleas. You feel his breath on your cheek and he bites it. He doesn’t break the skin but the pain makes you wail. The man shakes your body and laughs, “Silly girl, the louder you scream the harder it’ll make me.”
Your back is pressed to his broad chest and your whole body is shaking as if electricity is going through every part of you.
“I saw you touching yourself, little slut. Made me hard like a rock,” he bucks his hips into your ass and you feel his clothed hard-on. “I coulda just taken what I wanted and left. But now I think I’ll take this pussy too.” He slaps your mound a little harder than a lover would and a whine escapes your lips.
“Started without me?”
You feel even more terrified if it’s even possible when you hear another voice.
“Nah, just gave this pretty slut a wash. Don't wanna touch her husband's crusted cum on her. We gonna leave our own.”
“Right, brother.” They laugh and you feel you might be sick. It can’t be happening. The sobs are shaking your body as you’re trying to turn your head to the side so you could see the new man.
“Please, let me go,” you plead, hoping the other intruder will be kinder to you.
The first attacker yanks your whole body to the side, turning you away from the tub so you’d face the second man. Your tears make his image blurry, resembling a dark shadow. He’s wearing all black and his face is hidden behind a balaclava. He sounds younger than the other one and is not as huge but he’s still bigger than you. He comes up close, takes your wet cheeks between his gloved fingers and pushes making your lips pout. You mewl and they both laugh. His other hand darts to your mound and he grabs your pussy squeezing your flesh with his harsh fingers. You whine and he looks at the other attacker over your shoulder, “She’s so soft and pretty. Can’t wait to use her.”
His accomplice hums in agreement, pressing his covered chin to your cheek and rubbing your delicate skin with the material of his mask, “need her to open the safe first.”
The second man agrees and steps out of the way while you’re being pushed to the door and into the master bedroom. You walk clumsily but as soon as you reach the doorframe you push all your weight to the side making your capturer crash into the door. Startled for a moment he eases his grip on you and you launch forward. The wetness of your body helps you to slip out of his hands and you’re running out of the room and along the hall crying for help as loud as you can.
Thoughts rush through your head as you realize that you need to get out of the house. So you race to the stairs but as soon as you reach them a hand grips your hair and pulls you back. It hurts and you try to break free but the man overpowers you with ease, drops his weight on you and you both fall on the floor. He grumbles and you realize that it’s the second intruder. He grabs your hands and ties your wrists behind your back with a rope.
“Stop, please, no!” you cry out, feeling pain in your scalp and body but the ache is dull as all your senses are fully focused on survival.
“Slippery bitch!” the younger man spits out and having restrained your hands, sits up on the back of your thighs panting heavily. He slaps your naked asscheek and you sob, tears soaking the carpet.
You hear steps and the first man comes up to you from the side. “Nice try, little slut,” he mocks you, pushing your shoulder lightly with the tip of his black boot. He orders to take you back to the bedroom.
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You’re sitting on the floor in front of the safe in your walk-in closet. The men are towering behind you not afraid of you running away as your hands are securely restrained and you look and feel exhausted from the nerves and your attempts to break free.
The bigger man crouches next to you and his gloved fingers grasp your hair. Like a puppeteer he turns your head to him and rumbles, “Password, sweetie.” You begin saying the numbers immediately not seeing the point in protecting your valuables while your life is at stake.
“Please, take everything, just let me go… please,” you beg with a shaking voice but a carnal grin flashes in the opening of his balaclava and panic grips your heart.
“Open your pretty mouth, sweetheart,” he coos at you with a fake care as the other man chuckles and you see him bringing a knife to your face. It looks like a switchblade. You start pleading and crying again, horrifying images flooding your mind. Not waiting for you to calm down, the intruder turns the knife handle up and inserts it into your mouth.
“Hold it,” he orders, “just imagine it’s your husband’s dick. Bite it real hard, I’m sure you’re mad at him for leaving you alone now.”
He pushes your head down to the safe and you bend over awkwardly trying not to fall, knife between your teeth.
You hear the other man’s voice, “Press the buttons for us, princess, come on,” his voice is soft but it makes your hair stand up.
You sob and the knife nearly falls out of your mouth but you clench your teeth around it more tightly and bring the blade to the buttons.
“That’s our girl,” the first man mumbles, as his hand in your hair keeps you from falling.
You push the numbers with the tip of the blade and hear beeps. “You have a nice ass, baby,” the second intruder comments, apparently ogling your butt while you are bending over. You hear a click of the safe door and they push you out of the way hurrying to get their hands on the things they came for. At least you hope they came just for that.
You look up at them, wondering what they're going to do to you. You still hope they will leave, now that you've opened the safe for them.
You try not to panic and focus on your breathing. You can see their dark eyes through the openings of their balaclavas. They look at each other communicating without a word, and then the bigger one turns to you.
“How much time do we have?” he asks his accomplice, his gaze locked with yours.
“Half an hour, easy,” the other man replies.
Your hairs stand up and your breath catches in your throat. You feel that your brain is trying to convince itself that they are not going to hurt you more. You don't dare imagine what they are capable of.
The younger one grabs you by both arms and forces you to get up.
“We have plenty of time to have a little fun,” he laughs, dragging you towards your bedroom. You try to resist, but in vain. He turns around and pushes you against the wall. His hand grips your throat and you watch him in fear as he removes his balaclava. He has brown, shoulder-length wavy hair, and a mustache. The fact that he is uncovering his face terrifies you. These men don't care if you can describe them, and you wonder if you will make it out alive.
He brings his face closer to yours, to the point where your noses could touch, and leans his pelvis against you. You feel his hard cock on your lower belly and the last hope your mind was trying to cling to is now gone. He tilts his head to the side and smiles, looking at you. You hear his brother laugh behind him and say “you’re a fuckin’ psycho, Tommy.” He takes off his balaclava as well, and his face appears behind his brother. He has short, brown hair, a light beard and a mustache. You try to memorize their faces, in case you can describe them to the police. Later.
That “later” fades away when Tommy moves closer to your cheek and slowly licks his way to your cheekbone. You start shaking like a leaf and he laughs, unties your hands behind your back, and grabs your arm before tugging you after him. He pushes you onto the bed, where you fall on your back.
You try to get up, but the other man pulls a gun out of the back of his jeans and points it at you,
“You’re starting to piss me off, sweetheart, so I’m gonna set things straight. We'll fuck you and then we’ll leave. If you struggle, you'll turn us on even more. If you scream, we'll fuck you harder. Do I make myself clear?”
His icy voice, his words stop you and you lie down again. He hands the gun to Tommy and says “I’m gonna need my hands.”
You widen your eyes when he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. Thick. Much too big.
“Oh, sweetie, judging by your reaction, your husband has a small dick,” he says, laughing again. His brother chuckles too and adds, “She’s so not ready for our cocks, Joel.” He grabs your legs and pulls them towards him to lay you down.
Joel approaches the bed, slowly jerking off, and kneels on the bed at your side, before bringing his cock closer to your face, “Now you’re gonna suck me off, sweetheart. And after any dumb move from you, my brother will blow your brains out, ok?”
You nod. Your only hope now is that they end this quickly. You try to put aside another source of anxiety that is gnawing at your heart - their uncovered faces.
Joel taps your face with his cock twice before you part your lips slightly, and he says "Sweetie, open wide, or it ain’t gonna fit". You hold back the tears that are stinging your eyes, and you open your mouth wider. He slides the tip into your mouth, and you round your lips around it. He doesn't wait any longer, and sinks into you, holding your head in his hands.
He stops halfway down his member, then pulls back, before thrusting in with one stroke, making you choke. You hear Tommy laugh and can no longer hold back your tears as panic overtakes you and amplifies your suffocation. “Stop it, Tommy, you’re scaring the little thing!” Joel says with a chuckle.
He pulls out of your mouth and releases your head, and you feel Tommy get between your thighs. You murmur, “No, please”, but Joel adds, “Come on, sweetheart, my little brother needs to get his dick wet, too, right?”
Tommy rubs his cock against your folds, then against your clit. His tip rubs it several times, and to your horror you feel your pussy getting wet.
“Little slut is so wet for our cocks, Joel, can you believe it?”
“They always are. All fuckin’ whores.”
Tommy pulls back a little and looks at his cock, before slowly pushing it into your pussy, and growls "Fuck...she's tight, man." You wince as you feel your folds parted.
“Point your gun at her. I’m gonna fuck her throat, I don’t want her to do anything stupid.”
Tommy cocks his gun at your head and starts fucking you, thrusting deeper. Joel grabs your temples with his hands again, and his erect cock sinks in your mouth. He grips your head tighter, and quickly fucks your mouth, grunting. Your saliva pools against his member, and he is thrusting deeper and deeper, at the same pace as his brother is fucking your pussy. His cock hits the back of your throat, and he suddenly pauses, holding your nose pressed against his pubes.
“Don’t move, sweetie.”
You try to calm down, your mind in shock at what’s happening to you. In your home, where you should be safe. He finally pulls away, before thrusting in again, yet not going all the way to your throat.
“You’re taking us good, baby”, Tommy says, leaning over you and pressing his nose to your neck, the gun against your temple.
Still fucking your mouth, Joel tells his brother,“Stretch her with the gun. The handle. Let’s see if her little pussy can take it. Afraid I’ll split her in two with my cock.”
You want to scream, your mouth full of Joel’s cock, but only a vague moan leaves your mouth.
“And I’m the psycho?” Tommy laughs, pulling out and sitting up.
Joel pulls out too, and moves away from you with his hard cock in his hand, watching Tommy position the handle of the gun at your entrance with one gloved hand, and pressing your stomach with the other to hold you against the bed. He pushes gently and you cry out, “No, please stop, it won’t fit!”
“We’ll make it fit. You’re wet enough to take it.”
He keeps pushing, and the tip of the handle sinks into you.
“Say ‘thank you’ to Tommy for stretching you, sweetheart.”
You feel like you're going to pass out. You look at their faces, their eyes fixed on your pussy dilated around the gun, and you try to relax. A part of you wants to rebel and fight, but the other one takes over, knowing that you have no way out of this.
“Look, Joel, she's dripping. Good that we’re using the handle, she woulda ruined the barrel with her wetness,” Tommy comments and they laugh again degrading you.
“Ok, pull it out. She’s ready. Gonna fuck her now”, Joel says and adds, “Get on all fours.”
You don't move, too scared at the idea of what happens next, and Tommy points the muzzle at your forehead. Your tears start to fall again and you finally turn around, exposing your ass to Joel and standing on your hands and knees on the bed.
“I forgot that you had such a nice ass, sweetie!”
“Please… don’t do that”, you whimper with sobs in your voice.
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna damage your ass. Don’t have the time for that. There’s one more thing we’ll have to do, after we’re done with you.”
You don't have time to ask or even think what they want to do next, Tommy is already on the bed pressing his cock against your mouth. Joel grabs your hips with his hands, and thrusts into you in one swift move. You suffocate under the intrusion, and Tommy pushes his cock in between your lips.
“Come on, baby, be a good girl and let me fuck this wet hole of yours,” Joel mumbles opening your thighs wider and begins fucking you with quick thrusts. Then he slides his hand down to your clit and you try to shake your head, but Tommy holds you tight, his cock buried in your mouth.
Joel coos at you, “Come on, sweetheart, wanna feel your pussy squeeze my big cock.”
You try to resist, but his finger slides against your clit perfectly. You tell yourself that it will end faster if he gets what he wants and let your mind retreat, and the emotions in your body take over. You feel your orgasm building, and your pussy begins to contract.
“Tommy… little slut is clenching my dick so hard, and she hasn't come yet”, he groans with a smile.
Tommy pulls your hair with his hand, and pushes his cock into your mouth one more time, before pulling out, gloved fingers clasped around his shaft. You moan, and cum on Joel's cock while your eyes roll back and your legs are shaking. He’s groaning, feeling your spasms around his cock, “Fuckin’ hell, little slut must be so bored with her husband.”
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Tommy’s carnal gaze is sliding down your body and he looks manic when he lifts his eyes at Joel and asks with a smile, “wanna play like that time?”
Joel looks back at him, pulls out of your crying pussy and chuckles, “you’re fucking crazy, brother.”
“Why?” Tommy mumbles running his gloved hand through your messy hair. He looks right into your eyes drinking your fear and his cock twitches.
“The last one wanted it. This one looks too gentle.”
Tommy leans over you bringing his face so close you smell cigarettes on his breath and tells Joel,
“She might surprise us, brother. I’m sure she’s freaky. Aren’t you, princess?”
He grabs your pussy and you gasp. Your gaze darts to Joel who watches his brother’s fingers massage your wet folds and begins stroking his cock,
“Fuck, yeah, let’s do it. If she chokes my cock till I come… might spare her.”
You hear his words and sobs are about to break out of your chest but Tommy senses it and places his free hand over your mouth, “we’ll play one game, princess and then we’ll leave, deal?”
He’s waiting for the answer but you can’t agree without knowing what this psycho means so you just stare at him with fearful eyes.
He straightens up glancing at his brother, “Fuck, I forgot I don’t have to ask cos I have this,” he takes out a gun from his waistband and waves it at you.
“On your mark, brother,” he says to Joel and the bigger man grabs your legs and pulls you roughly on the bed towards him. His cock pushes between your folds and you moan.
“See! The whore loves it!” Tommy points at your with his gun, triumphant smile on his face and you feel a tip of a cock thrust into you. Joel’s huge member parts your folds again and you plead for him to stop but he doesn’t hold back as its head jams right into your cervix after a couple of deep and hard thrusts.
“Hey, hey, Joel. You’ll come too soon! Where’s fun in that?”
Joel pauses his movements deep inside you and you look at the men with confusion and fear twisting your face. What game are they going to play with you? And are you going to survive it?”
“Ready?” Tommy asks and you catch your breath waiting for the worst. Then Tommy leans down a little and slaps your pussy with his leathered palm, just a few inches from the place where his brother’s cock is buried deep inside you. You cry out when the pain catches you off guard and to your horror realize that it’s quickly mixing with pressure. Joel grunts shutting his eyes for a second and then opens them to glance at his brother, “Fuck, you were right. She’s squeezing me real good. Fucking chocking my cock, little slut.”
You sense your walls contract around his girthy length and you hate yourself for it. “That’s just one”, Tommy warns as he lands another blow to your tortured pussy. “Two,” he counts and you mewl, your eyes rolling back while Joel’s groaning through his teeth and plants his hands on the bed at your sides.
“What is it, brother? She’s so pretty and sweet that you’re about to come already?” Tommy mocks the man and Joel looks up at him with a pained and angry expression.
Tommy backs off with his hands in the air still chuckling and then comes back to slap your clit again.
As soon as he says, “Three” you feel warmth filling your pussy up as Joel is coming with a long growl grasping your hips leaving white marks on your soft skin. He starts thrusting into your core again pumping you full of his spend and you feel sick when your core is tightening. You won’t come. You won’t give it to him.
“Holy fuck, princess, you have a magic pussy. To make my bro bust a nut just after three slaps!” He laughs and takes your head in his hands kissing your mouth. First as a joke he pecks your lips but after parting from you for a second he comes back for more as his tongue pushes between your lips. You freeze when he’s stealing another part of you, licking into your mouth while his brother prolongs his climax with short thrusts into your swollen pussy.
Finally Tommy parts from you and straightens up grabbing his cock. “Fuck, Joel, my turn. This bitch is so hot.” He looks into your eyes while Joel pulls out his semi hard cock, and you feel his cum leaking out of your stretched hole and slide down to your asshole.
The men switch positions and now Joel is standing over you while Tommy gets on the bed between your shaking legs. He sits on his heels staring at your hole and says in a calm but stern voice, “Squeeze it out, princess.” It’s so sick that you’re blinking at him until suddenly he directs his gun at you and repeats his command a little louder, “I said squeeze out the cum, little slut!”
You swallow loudly and tighten your muscles. With a satisfied grin he’s watching a string of milky liquid flow out of your hole.
“We need to hurry up,” Joel rumbles, zipping up his pants.
“Yeah, yeah…” Tommy replies, seemingly deaf to his brother’s words, his gaze fully focused on your pussy.
Still having his gloves on he brings his hand to your folds and pushes two fingers into your hole. Then he takes them out and climbs over your body. Without a word be pushes the leathered digits between your lips,with an order, “Clean them up, princess.” You do as you’re told, tasting Joel’s bitter cum and leather on your tongue.
“Good slut,” Tommy half praises half degrades you watching your tongue swirl around his covered digits.
“Fuck, Tommy, come on!” Joel hurries up his brother and the younger man finally listens, gets between your thighs and pushes his cock in with a growl. He slides in easily, your pussy wet with Joel’s cum and stretched out well.
“Come on, baby, let’s win this thing,” he says and you mewl, knowing what’s coming next.
Joel’s hand hits your pussy harsher than Tommy’s and you jolt from the pain. The younger man is hissing through his teeth looking at your swollen reddish folds. He shivers and grips your hips tighter. “Fuck you’re choking my cock, baby!”
Joel doesn’t wait long to stroke you again and a tear slides down the side of your face. Tommy shuts his eyes tilting his head back and as another slap lands on your poor clit you moan and squeeze Tommy’s cock so well it pushes him over. His balls tighten and he shoots his cum deep inside your core. His seed mixes with Joel’s and it’s too much cum for your poor pussy so it leaks out of you in globs pushed out by Tommy’s cock still moving inside you. When he stills panting heavily, he pulls out and announces, “Three-three, bro! Guess we’re both suckers for her pussy”. He tucks his cock away hastily and when he’s ready he leans over your swollen mound and gives it a peck, whispering, “killer-pussy!”
Joel is already gathering the things they’re taking with them and you’re lying not moving a muscle wishing for them to forget about you and leave. But soon Joel comes up to the bed and you see a phone in his hand. He reaches to your face and you flinch, “Shhh, sweetheart, it’s gonna be over soon. Just wanna take a few photos, for the memories,” he mocks you with a smirk trying to fix your messy hair and wiping your face with his sleeve.
“Give me, I’ll do it,” Tommy appears from behind Joel taking the phone from his brother. He directs the camera at your face and commands, “Smile, princess, show us how happy you’re that we’re leaving.”
You smile weakly and he takes a few photos of you splayed on the bed, marks covering your skin. He makes you open your legs and takes a photo of your pussy leaking out their spend on your marital bed. Then he’s checking the photos and mumbles talking to you ,
“You’re a great fuck, princess. Can’t believe your asshole of a husband gets to have you whenever he wants…he’ll have a hard time filling your pussy after we stretched you that good,” he laughs and adds, “we might come back for more one day.” He says it in a seemingly benign manner looking into your eyes but you see a threat rooted in his words. “Keep your little mouth shut and forget our faces or these pictures of you will be everywhere. Surely your hubby will have to say bye-bye to his political career. You got me?” His gaze is serious and intent and you nod hastily.
Your heart is beating fast when you see Tommy take black bags from Joel. Will they keep their promise and leave you alive?
“Take care, princess,” you hear Tommy’s voice as he puts his balaclava back on and walks out of the door. Joel doesn’t say anything. With his face already covered he heads to the door, stops right outside and turns his head to you. He brings his gloved finger to his lips in a silent sign, and then leaves as quietly as he came.
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myhungergames · 3 years
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Cato x Reader
Info: Reader and Cato get hot and heavy in the arena.
Warnings: Smut, graphic descriptions and language
My eyes fluttered open as I rolled over in the morning light to face the boy behind me. I yawned before letting out a scream at the sight before me. My counterpart from 2 lay beside me in a state of decomposition. His blue eyes were lifeless as they looked into mine while blood seeped from his lips. The smell was strong and made me gag as I tried to pull out of the corps’s grip.
"Y/N." Its jaw cracked back into place forming my name with its bloodied mouth.
"Y/N!" It said again as I screamed.
~♡~
"Y/N!" I shot up my eyes flying open while someone shook my body violently.
"Cato!" I wrapped my arms around him pulling him flush against me. My breathing was laboured as he relaxed and rubbed slow circles on my back. I was okay. He was okay. Everything was okay. I took a deep breath pulling away and looking into his blue eyes. It had been a few days ago now that they had announced the duel winner change and with Glimmer and Marvel dead we were the only Career pair left. There were 5 tributes left in the games, Cato and I, Thresh, Katniss and Peeta.
"Y/N take a breath. Focus." Taking another deep inhale I focused on his features. His blond hair, his shining blue eyes, his pink lips, the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep since we've been in here. His jaw clenched under my intense gaze and I looked away.
"What were you dreaming about?" He asked, shifting back to my side and pulling me into his arms. 
"You." I shook my head trying to clear my mind of the images from my dream.
"Oh am I really that horrifying." He coughed looking offended.
"No, no, no. In the dream I woke up. It was sunny and I was in your arms. I rolled over and you were dead." I cringed as I thought of his dead eyes looking at me.
"Well I'm not going anywhere. You and I are going to win." He sounded so sure and I felt so safe that I couldn’t help but agree.
"You have nice eyes." I hadn’t meant to say it outloud but I could get lost in those two blue orbs. He leaned over locking his lips with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged gently on his hair.
"Cato." I whispered as he kissed down my jaw and along my neck. I felt his hands dip under the hem of my shirt as he groaned quietly.
"Cato the cameras." I hissed as I realized all of this was probably being broadcasted. He only hesitated a moment before reattaching his lips to my collar bone leaving dark marks as he did.
"Don't care." His hand slid down my thigh hitching it to his hip. I moaned as he ground his hips against mine. My mind was in a fog as he licked and nipped my neck while grinding against my dripping core.
"Everyone can see." I fought the urge to throw caution into the wind and have sex with him right here right now.
"So? Let them watch." He worked my shirt up to reveal my stomach, while sitting up for a moment to throw off his jacket.
"God Cato!" I moaned as he slid his tongue into my mouth and slid his hand under my shirt pinching my hardening nipples.
"That's it baby, say my name." He growled in my ear. His words vibrated in his chest as I finally snapped.
"Sleeping bag." I gasped pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his muscular chest. Years of training had built up his strength. I pulled off my jacket before letting Cato pull off my shirt. He folded over the sleeping bag we had been using to separate us from the dirt quickly zipping it up around us to stop the prying eyes.
"God you're beautiful." He mumbled kissing down my chest while his hands ran up and down my sides. I nimbly unzipped his pants pushing it down with my feet so they gathered at the bottom of the sleeping bag. I arched my back allowing him to slip his hand behind my back and unclasp my bra. His skin was hit against mine as I kissed his neck and shoulder. He used his arms to keep from crushing me.
"Fuck!" He hissed as I lifted my hips grinding against his hardened length. He reached between us pushing my pants down my legs. I split my legs as he lay between them.
"You're so wet for me." He smirked as his fingers slid up my dripping slit. I moaned as his fingers caught on my clit.
"Only you." I screamed as he slid a finger into me pumping it slowly.
"That's right only for me, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to take a step with out a reminder of what we're doing." He added a secound finger while using his thumb to rub my bundle of nerves. I was a panting mess under him and I could feel his gaze on me as I felt the coils tightening. 
"So close, fuck! Cato!" I bucked my hips drastically at his words as I fell over the edge throwing my head back against the ground moaning his name over and over.
"Shhhhh baby. We don't want any unwanted visitors." I bit my lips hard as he slowly pumped his fingers pulling me through my orgasm. My body spammed under him.
"God Cato." My voice cracked as my chest was heaving. I leaned up kissing him softly and pulling him against me. I wrapped legs around his hips so his length slid against my opening.
"Fuck Y/N you're so tight." He breathed as he moved back and forth thrusting his hips deeper and deeper. I stretched to accommodate his size as I rolled my hips to meet him as he sped up.
"We're going to win and when we get back to 2 we are never leaving the bedroom." He groaned, lifting my legs higher over his hips so he could drive deeper.
"Deal!" I moaned, biting down on his shoulder to keep a scream from bubbling up. My hands were in his hair, his lips on my neck th muscles in his back contorting with every thrust.
"Harder. Cato please!" I arched into his chest. I grabbed onto his shoulders my fingers digging in hard as I neared my climax. He sped up moving faster and harder as I cried his name. 
"Say it." His voice was strangled and I knew he was close to. He thrust hard hitting my g-spot as I reached the end of the line and orgasmed again.
"I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuck Cato I love you." I repeated it like a mantra as he reached his climax thrusting hard and deep inside of me when he released. We lay like that for a long while panting and bathing in the after glow. 
"How much of that do you think they aired?" I asked as I took in his form, glistening in sweat.
"They have children watching so probably not all of it." He said before kissing my neck and rolling off me. 
"What the hell?" I was looking back at the sky it was already getting dark. It had been morning only a few hours ago.
"The capital must be in a rush to end this." Cato spoke as he wiggled back into his pants.
"Hurry. If they want to end it they could do much worse than making it dark." I snapped out off my relaxed state and started redressing. We had just packed everything up when a loud scream came from a few kilometers north. It was Thresh. They had released the muts.
End :)
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vewyscawywriting · 1 year
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Chained
Fandom: League of Legends
Pairing: Thresh x F!Summoner
Wordcount: 2815
Tags: Bondage, dub con elements (but it's consensual as always), spanking
Summary: Thresh overhears you talking with another Summoner and gets some ideas.
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"So I can chain you up, and do whatever I want with you?" were the first things that came out of Thresh' mouth after he overheard a little conversation you had with a fellow Summoner. Said Summoner was a friend of yours, and you had told them about your latest escapades. After talking about the ones you've had, conversation happened upon who you'd like to do dirty things with next, and Thresh had been one of the Champions named. 
Of course the sadistic wraith was just around the fucking corner when you'd talked about that. 
"Um, hi Thresh." you stuttered, shakily turning around to face the man. He towered intimidatingly over you, and you shrunk back a bit. "That's a bit forward don't you think?"
Fuck you. That was very forward and... true. But also, what the fuck Thresh, your friend was right there!
"Take me out for dinner first."
He snorted and rounded the corner, leaving but a promise behind.
"I'm in trouble aren't I?" you said to your friend after Thresh had left the premises, but they just made a face that was the in real life equivalent of the eyes emoji. 
"Sounds like the opposite of trouble to me, love," They said, and gave a thumbs up, "Tell me your secret, will you?"
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You went back to your quarters after having said goodbye to said friend. It was good talking to fellow Summoners, especially after your last weeks had been occupied by thoughts (and more) of just Champions. 
The door opened after you scanned an ID, and you stepped into the room. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Everything went dark a second after...
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A pull at your arms made you wake up, trying to make sense of the darkness around you. Candles were the only thing lighting the room you were in, casting the shape that was hovering over you in an ominous glow.
"What the... Thresh? Is that you?"
A chuckle was your answer, and you groaned. 'Sounds like the opposite of trouble',your friend had said. Well, they were wrong. They were... SO. VERY. wrong.
You could only hope Thresh had pleasure in mind for both of you and not just for himself.
"Why am I bound, Thresh? What are you planning?"
Your eyes had finally gotten used to the darkness in the room and you could make Thresh' skeletal face out perfectly now. He looked smug. Then again, he always did. 
"It is awful being bound, isn't it, little one. However, unlike the way that I am bound I am willing to make this little... endeavour fun for you." his voice dropped to a purr, "If you let me, of course."
A snort escaped your mouth. "You're not really the type to ask for permission. What happened to that?"
He sighed. "You are, despite everything, a Summoner. How about you take it how it is before I change my mind about my approach, hm?"
"Or what?" you were feeling rebellious, suddenly. Yes, Thresh was super sexy, and you could totally submit to him, but you didn't want to. You wanted him to work for it. "What are you gonna do about it?"
So far he'd taken the easy route, getting you bound while you were out (which was a dick move on his part), so now he'd have to earn your submission.
He seemed to frown, but the smugness was soon back on his face. "Oh, you're gonna fight me? Very well, we can play the game like that. We'll see who breaks first."
"You." 
He grabbed your chin, leaning down to gaze into your eyes. You stuck out your tongue at him cheekily, watching his glowing eyes follow the appendage before snapping back to your eyes. He didn't seem too pleased with how you kept your gaze steady, and dropped your chin, opting instead to put a strand of hair behind your ear gently. The only gentle act he was gonna perform tonight you were sure.
"Oh, y/n," he purred, and you shivered at the use of your name, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." A blindfold obscured your vision as you tried to get away from it to no avail. Your vision was robbed from you together with your ability to move. Despite your struggles you were curious and eager to see where he'd take it. Secretly you were throbbing inside the flimsy fabric of...
...just your panties? Did you feel that right? Had you been just in your underwear all this time?
"Did you undress me as well, you piece of shit?" you asked, trying to pinpoint by sound where the wraith was, but you were unable to. Instead you scowled into the nothing, expecting a prompt answer from Thresh. He replied with merely a chuckle, his cold breath hitting you from behind.
"What are you gonna do about it?" he mocked your earlier words. A cold hand made its way up your leg, ghosting over your skin and landing under your bra, a clawed finger inching its way under the fabric. "Such a rebellious little thing. So ready to be broken." You shivered, his words going straight to your core. You trembled against the touch, trying to move away, but failing, showing your true feelings to the chain warden as you arched against his claw. 
"I won't be broken that easily," you said, ignoring your treacherous body, "You'll give up long before that."
His claws dug into your skin, making you yelp. With a tearing sound you realized he had sliced your bra of.
With just his hands.
"Fuck." you muttered.
"I'm willing to take that bet, little Summoner. You will be begging for me before the end."
"Sure," you scoffed, as if you weren't already dangerously close, "Do your worst."
You really had to say it like that, huh? Oh well, you couldn't take it back now. Hopefully he took it in a sexual way, and not in a torture kind of way. He was gonna be sadistic either way, you were sure about it.
"Oh, I am planning to. However, first you need some punishment for your bad behaviour."
Well, there it was. The sadism you were dreading.
 "You might be a Summoner, but that doesn't mean you can get away with everything, Y/N." the little mention of your name in his cold voice had you throb a little harder once again. Shit, so far every time he had said your name you had gotten hornier. Better not show him, lest he take advantage of it... 
"I can smell your arousal." was all he said, and he chuckled. "You're much more desperate than you let on, little one. But that's okay. I will soothe your pesky rebellion soon enough."
His hands went to your panties now, and you flinched away as you heard him tear the fabric. Well, there went your last line of defence. The cold air in the room made hit your wet pussy and made you shiver, and you did your best to not let out the moan as you heard Thresh inhale and chuckle at the sight appreciatively, murmuring something along the lines of 'good girl'. He then retreated from your body.
The sound of his steps indicated to you where he was, even though you couldn't see him, and you realized that you had not looked around the room properly when you first came to. 
Damn it, you had the worst survival skills. Just assuming you were in Thresh' room you tried to guess what he was doing right now. You heard him rummage a few steps from you, and when he made a low humming sound it seemed had found whatever he was looking for.
"Okay, little Summoner. I have two options for you... Either you swallow your meaningless pride and start begging for release or my dick, or I will execute your punishment."
"Fuck yourself, Thresh." you answered instantly.
"So be it." was his reply as you heard him walk behind you once again. "Last chance."
You kept your mouth shut, ready for your punishment, whatever it may be. You heard a little snap from behind before a harsh slap against your ass made you yelp out in pain. Fuck! The bastard had a leather whip!
"Shit, what the fuck!" you yelped, but Thresh shushed you.
"How about you keep count instead? Let's count to 10 first, shall we."
"Fuck you!" 
"Ah, I didn't catch what number that was, so I'm assuming we're nowhere yet, y/n. Was this the first hit of the 10? Who knows. Better start counting quick or else I'm gonna keep going..."
A loud slap resounded as he hit you again, and you keened. Unwilling to take this punishment forever you decided to start counting anyways.
"Shit! Two!"
"Good girl. I knew you could listen." 
"Fuck y-" SLAP. "THREE!"
Shit, he got you- He got you to submit!
Still, you wouldn't beg, not quite yet!
You counted all the way to ten, and were panting and shivering at the end. Shit, first you had realized fear could make you horny, and now pain as well? You blamed yourself for being a freak, Thresh' soft stroking of your abused cheeks between hits, the words he said and the purr of his voice in your ear as he punished you. Sweat ran down your back as you heard the wraith coo at you from behind, his face nudged into your neck.
"There, there, little one. There would have been no need for this had you listened." he cooed, but you could hear the sadistic glee in his voice. You realized by judging the sound of him that he was quite possibly more affected than you had realized earlier, and the thought made you grin despite the pain.  The blindfold had slipped down your face at the earlier punishment, and you were glad you were at least able to see a bit again, despite the low light. 
"Was that all?" you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady, "Tsk, that was only enough to stoke the flames inside of me a little more, Thresh. Nothing more, nothing less. Did you want me to beg from just this?"
You lied, of course, your pussy was throbbing and wetness was practically leaking from you at this point. You heard the breath catch in his throat, and in the back of your mind you wondered why he even took breaths, since he was undead. He chuckled, composing himself. Your stubborn will was much stronger than he'd anticipated, and truth to be told, he had been quite worked up from the start.
He wouldn't have brought you here if he wasn't at least a little interested in you, and at this point interest didn't even begin to cover it. He was obsessed with having you, had been for a while, and this was his chance. If only he'd get you to submit! 
His garb was starting to get uncomfortably tight, as he stayed far away from you to not make you feel how affected he was, but he realized you probably knew anyways, and he growled to himself.
When had he become so weak?
"Oh, tough little one, aren't you?" His clawed hands caressed your sides, one hand finding its way to your thighs, passing by your pussy as if he had no interest in it. He grabbed the meat of your leg, lifting it up and sideways as much as your bound feet would allow, showing off your skin that glistened with arousal. "But your mouth and body are telling me two different things." He gathered the arousal from between your lips now, and you couldn't help but let out a little mewl at his touch. He chuckled in your burning ear and brought his hand up to inspect it. "Beautiful." 
From the corner of your eye you saw his jaw open, and a long ghostly tongue come out to lick the wetness from his fingers carefully. Slowly savouring the taste of you. Your eyes met, and when he chuckled once again you realized how desperate you must've looked. Brows furrowed, mouth open, eyes pleading. You cursed under your breath, trying to look away, but he grabbed your chin tightly, tilting your face back to look at him. His skeletal face touched yours in something that could be called a chaste little kiss, but he pulled away almost instantly, a pleased sigh escaping him as your lips followed when he retreated.
He had you absolutely wrapped around his clawed fingers, and you cursed yourself for your weakness. 
Unbeknownst to you he was thinking the exact same thing, as he was holding himself back from ravishing you right here and then. He couldn't, not until he'd broken your spirit and made you beg. 
But his patience was wearing so thin, he was surely at the limit of his control. 
One of you would have to cave in first.
You shook your head, desperate to take control back despite being bound and at his mercy. 
"Look at you," you started, "The Chain Warden himself, shivering at the thought of having a mere Summoner. You want me so bad, you can't take it that I'm still resisting."
His face snapped to yours, and true enough he realized his hands weren't as steady as he thought, still caressing your sides, but twitching once in a while. His nails had started to dig into your skin, and he retreated them as if stung.
A mistake.
You grinned widely at him, trying to turn your body his way a little more. "But I haven't begged yet... Why continue this farce, Thresh? Why not give into what you want, and beg me for permission instead? After all, inside of the Rift control is mine, why would it be so different outside of it?"
"You..." he hissed, grabbing your chin once more, digging in his nails threateningly, but you took the moment of his closeness to once again bridge the gap between your mouths, smashing your lips against his sharp teeth. 
"Shut up, and just kiss me," you murmured against him as you widened your legs as much as  you could, rubbing against his crotch as you finally realized just how badly he wanted you. A groan came from both of you, and he finally kissed back, tongues entwining as both of you forgot about the power play for a second and just chased the feeling of pleasure. He grabbed you by the back of your head, pulling you closer still, invading your mouth with a toe curling kiss that stole your breath away. 
"I'll take that as permission from your end, Summoner," he said smugly as you broke apart, but at this point you didn't even care anymore. You felt how hot and hard he was against your core, and you couldn't wait any longer to have him inside of you. This whole shitshow had lasted long enough.
"Just fuck me already..." you were panting, trying your best to rub yourself against Thresh' arousal as he rutted back into you.
"One word, Summoner," he teased, finally getting what he wanted, but not getting a full victory, since he lost control of himself much easier than he wished.
"...fuck... Please Thresh, I need your dick inside of me," you whined, and he didn't let you ask twice. In an instant he had freed his dick, that was ghostly green just like his tongue, but it was throbbing and big and your mouth watered at the sight. He wasted no time lining himself up, and slowly pushed inside. It was a tight fit because of how your feet were bound fairly close together, but you were so wet he almost fully bottomed out first thrust.
You moaned, face against the Wraith's chest, as you felt it vibrate from his chuckle. 
"Poor dear, your stubbornness made you suffer so long... If only you'd begged from the start, this would have been yours much ear-hmm..."
You frowned and tightened your muscles around him in the middle of his sentence, making him groan.
"Enough talking," you huffed, biting deeply into the fabric of his clothing, hoping your teeth would touch him as well. He slapped your sore ass for that, but started a rough pace. Both of you too worked up to take it slow. Your breaths and moans mingled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and you were quick to come with a loud cry, tightening around Thresh who stilled and cursed some words you didn't understand under his breath. 
"Tell me that you didn't, ahh, didn't want this earlier as well, Thresh," you sobbed as you came down from your high, "You were torturing yourself as much as you weAHH! shiiiit..-" He started his rough pace again, cutting you off. His large hand found its way around your neck, applying slight pressure.
He hissed at you, but his hips faltered. You threw your head back and looked deep into his eyes, showing your neck to him as he tightened grip further. The sight of you, so vulnerable under him brought him over the edge with an ancient curse hissed from between his teeth, and the hot cum that filled you triggered your second orgasm, crying out your pleasure into the dark room.
Turns out you were in trouble for sure, but not the trouble you had initially thought.
Maybe next time you'd chain Thresh up instead.
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ozarkthedog · 4 years
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Retaliation: The Beginning
Summary: You love to playfully smack Chris’ Pecs. He finally gets even.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: Light Pec smacking and a non smut shower scene. I’d call this fluff.
Word Count: 883
Author Notes: My brain thought this was cute af. I’m splitting Retaliation into 2 Parts even though this first Part could be a stand alone. It’s totally fine if you want to read it as a stand alone and be done with it, but I want smut. So, Part 2 will be full of smut!
No beta, all fuck ups are my own.
Reblogs and Likes are amazing! Feedback and comments are encouraged!
Read Part 2 ~ Retaliation: The Aftermath
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It started out so friendly.
Chris was prepping for another action movie, so he eating healthier and spending hours in the gym. Thankfully, he built one in the house you both shared. You thoroughly enjoyed being able to workout along side him when it was your time to sweat.
He was a magnificent creature. Almost gaining back the Captain America body, just with slightly less bulk. The only muscles that were back to Cap size were his pecs. Those muscles had a life of their own.
They were so soft, yet solid as a rock. You loved grabbing onto them when you rode his cock, licking and biting the hard muscle when he sank into you from above and but your favorite was giving them a good smack.
The muscle would bounce so nice under your playful assault. It was also fun to hear Chris’ reaction, either yelping or chastising you, as you ran far away out of his reach.
His always threatened you with retaliation, but never followed through. Until one day…
“Hey Sweetie, have you seen my shirt?” Chris asked you as he was gathering his phone and water bottle from the floor. He was sweaty from an intense workout, muscles swollen from all the reps.
He was shirtless and easy prey, looking around for the shirt that you sneakily hid behind your back.
Playing dumb, “I haven’t seen it, Babe.”
You tip toe over to him, ready to spring into action. “Oh, here it is.” You chime out.
Chris turns around as you throw the shirt onto his head so he can’t see your oncoming pec smack.
Smack!
You turn on your heels as you hear him yelp out in shock.
“Y/N!”
Already up the stairs from the basement, you laugh your way into the master bedroom. Taking off your sweaty clothes, you hop in the shower and wait for him.
After a few minutes, Chris steps into the shower. He finds you wet and soapy with open inviting arms and a sweet smile. He scoops you up into an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slowly laps over yours as you push your body up against his solid form.
You pull away from him, continuing on with your shower. You can tell Chris is getting turn on by his stare and from his half hard cock, but he doesn’t interrupt you. You chuckle and send him a smile as you step out of the shower, letting him rinse off.
Just as you step over the thresh hold and onto the carpet, you spin around and land another hard smack to his pecs.
“Ow!”
You grab your towel to quickly dry off escaping into the Bedroom. You dress with super speed and make your way to the kitchen to prep breakfast.
Standing at the stove you stir cheese into the eggs as you hear Chris shuffle into the kitchen with a moan.
“Damn that smells amazing, Sweetie.” He say coming up to you from behind,  wrapping his arms around your smaller frame.
You smile, “Well, you’re a growing boy so you need a big breakfast.” Scraping the food onto two plates, he picks them up and brings them to the table.
You both dive into the meal, not needing to make chatter to quell the silence.
After, you wash all the plates and utensils as Chris lets Dodger out to run around. He stands next to and sets to drying the plates. You chat about your day ahead, Chris has an interview around 1pm, then he’s back to working out around 4pm again.
He goes to let Dodger back in, the pup scurrying in running towards his Lion as you take Chris into a big hug. “You’ve got this buddy.” Your voice is sincere. You’re proud of all the works he’s done, so you always try to motivate him when he’s struggling.
He keeps you in his hold for a deep kiss then let’s you step away. But not before you double slap his chest, his pecs bouncing beneath his t-shirt.
“Ughhh! Y/N!” He half groans, half yells.
You swiftly turn and scurry away. Fast on your heels, he reaches his hand out just about grabs your shirt when his phone rings- “Dammit” You hear him curse out stopping his pursuit.
You laugh darkly as you see him pout and head into his office taking the phone call.
You busy yourself for the next few hours doing laundry, organizing your closet and taking Dodger for a short walk around the neighborhood.  
You walk into the silent house with Dodger running straight for his dog bowl to munch away. You look around the house, his office, the living room and the den. Shrugging, you make you make your way to the kitchen. It was after 2pm so you knew he was done with his interview, maybe he’s laying down in the Bedroom?
Stepping into the Kitchen you’re blindsided by the force of muscles that wraps around your body, throwing you over a rugged shoulder.
“Ahhh, Chris! Put me down!” you bellow out at him, trying to swat his ass but your arms are too short.
He chuckles darkly, “I don’t think so, Love. It’s my time to get even.” Giving your ass a hard spank as he walks to the bedroom with you…..
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laavvi · 4 years
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The Date
The Date | Got7 Im Jaebum Smut (18+)
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Jaebum x female reader
Smut (18+)
I do not own the gif or Jaebum
This is the first fan fiction I have written in years. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors in advance.
My fingertips lightly brushed over the tender skin on my wrist, a deep purple bruise in the perfect shape of a finger, marring it.  His hand gripping my wrist, pinning it above my head.  A groan slipped past his lips as he thrust into me, not hastily but slow and deliberate.  My breath hitched in my throat as the fingers of his free hand traced my collar bone.   I gently bit my lip, the skin tender and slightly raw, at the sudden memory.
“Wow, was it really that boring?” My best friend gave me a sympathetic look before taking a sip of her coffee.  My eyes snapped up to hers, my mind faltering briefly.
“Huh?  Was what boring?” I countered, sloshing my coffee in its cup, feeling regretful that I hadn’t chosen a cold drink to sooth my sore throat.  “Mmhm,” his voice was deep and raspy, his eyes watched me carefully as my tongue flicked over the tip of him.  “More,” his delicate fingers slightly tightened their grip in my hair.  I licked my lips at the brief, tantalizing image.  I knew it was just a trick of my mind, but I swore I could still taste the salty bitterness of him on the corner of my lips.
“The date, your date. The one you went on last night.  With the tinder guy, um the deaf dude.” She scrunched her nose as she tried in vain to remember his name.
“Not Deaf, DEF.” I rolled my eyes at her.  “His name is JB and it wasn’t boring.  Why would you assume it was boring?” I sipped the hot liquid before setting the cup back on the table.  The small café was quite today, only a few patrons other than the two of us.  
“Because you haven’t said a single word about it, not a peep.  When it’s a good date, hell even when it’s a bad date, you call me on your way home spilling the tea about the guy.  Describing in detail what he wore and what you wore.  Where you ate, what you ate.  The conversation and the implied conversation.”  Her words were coated with curiosity with an underlying tone of annoyance.  
His lips gently trailed down my neck while his hands grazed the sides of my crimson dress, pawing at the curves of my breasts and hips, the lock of my apartment clicking loudly as I unlocked it.  I had imagined how this night might go in desperate fantasies for the last 3 months, ever since our first phone call after chatting on tinder.  Though creative and not for lack of wanting, my mind could have never been as vivid as this.  His arms tightened around me as he lifted me easily and pushed both of our bodies through the thresh hold of my apartment.  Kicking off our shoes as we progressed through the apartment, our clothing littering the floor as we made our way to the bedroom.  I stopped at my door, my gaze flickering across his face.
“Damn, you are so sexy,” I watched as a smirk crossed his lips.
“You think I’m sexy?” There was surprise laced in his voice, his teeth catching his bottom lip between them.  His eyes looked me up and down, lingering on my chest.  He reached forward and cupped one breast in his hand.  His hand was so warm, soft and somehow comforting.  Familiar like I was being held be my oldest and only lover.  The back of my legs brushed the edge of my bed, I was so lost in his touch that I hadn’t even realized that we had started walking again. 
“Mmm,” I deliberately licked my lips as I stepped closer to him, my right hand finding the band of his underwear.  His eyes flickered closed as I slowly pushed my fingers under it, touching the tip of his length.  Warm heat emanating from his smooth skin.  He pushed our bodies onto the bed, perfectly fitting into each others curves as though we had always been one entity.  
His lips danced across my skin, gently and calculated.  Slight whispery moans falling from them as I rolled my body under him, wanting to feel the entirety of him pressed against me.  His hips ground against me his hard length pressing firmly against my body.  I shivered as he flicked his tongue over my collarbone, his warm breath immediately cooling from the cold air of the room.   I pushed him onto his back, straddling him while trailing my fingertips over his hard pecs and down his tight stomach muscles.  
“How are you even real?” I mumbled as my lips placed firm kisses against his golden skin.  I nuzzled my nose back and forth over the hair leading from his belly button to his groin.  I crawled backwards keeping eye contact with JB, his eyes fixed on me as his fingers laced into my hair.  
“Mmm? I’m oh… fuck,” he groaned as I gently kitten licked the tip of him.  “Oh, fuck!  More, now… please?”  He quietly demanded.  He obviously wanted to be in control of the situation, but I could tell he wasn’t about to stop whatever I was willing to do to him.
I slowly teased my tongue down his length, humming quietly against his member.  Slowly I parted my lips taking his ridged thickness into my mouth.  In a lazy pace I bobbed my head up and down while trying not to gag as his hips thrust upward.  I gently pressed my fingertips into his thighs, dragging my nails across the tender skin.  Moans and swears cooed from his mouth as I marked his flesh.  
“No more, my turn.” His voice came out as a growl as I was flipped onto my back, JB quickly taking his place on top of me.   His hands grasped at my skin pawing and raking his fingers against the expanse. His mouth crashed into mine, as his fingers pressed to my heat.  I gasped loudly as he pressed two long fingers in and out of me.  I could feel the urgency in his kiss and yet everything the rest of our bodies were doing felt languid as though we had the rest of time to tease and discover one another.  
I ran my fingers through his hair as he ground his hips against my thigh and his fingers danced in and out of my wetness.  My breath kept catching in my throat as his tongue darted past my lips.  When he lifted his lips from mine, I was panting, my chest heaving up and down.  He angled his neck so he could kiss each of my breasts, as his fingers slid out of me, he raised one hand and took my wrist firmly in it.  He pinned my arm above my head, his fingers grasping me tightly causing my own fingers to tingle slightly in his grasp.  He positioned himself over me and inched his length into me.  The feeling was a mixture of absolute pleasure and pressure, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his shoulder, biting firmly at the soft skin there.  
“Oh, fuck.” The words dripped from my mouth as he stilled his hips, his length concealed in me completely.  His eyes never left mine as he pulled his hips back and forcefully and skillfully pressed his entirety into me.  My free arm grasped his broad shoulders, nails gliding down his back.  Loud gasps trickling from my mouth with each hard yet careful thrust.  
“It wasn’t boring, we are going out again this weekend.  This time we might even make it to the restaurant,” I winked at my best friend.  I giggled as she spit out her coffee all over the table at my comment.  
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ilovelollipopx · 4 years
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MasterList Updated 5/20/2021
Oneshots 
Akali x Blind  s/o {Rekindle}
Xayah x female fairy s/o
Nsfw True Damage Yasuo x Female reader
Thresh x Reader {Ghosted Memories}
Akali x Blind Reader
Sett Smut {Late}
Sona{Slow Dance}
Genderbent Soraka x Reader 
Project Yi x Male Reader {Pain and Memories}
Diana x Reader {MistleToe}
Twisted Fate x Female Reader {Long time No See}
Xayah x Female Human Reader
Sett x badly injured s/o
Aphelios x Oc {Bathing in the Lake}
Rhaast: Disgusting
Thresh x Soul Reader {Comfort}
Zyra x Gardner Reader
Zed finding a Demacian mage reader who was sold to Noxus
Odysessy Rhaast x Angel Reader
Miss fortune x female reader
Sylas x Bubbly reader
Headcanons
Zed who is rescued my emotionless female s/o  
Yasuo/Kayn Confession Headcanons
Pantheon x Male Aspect reader Headcanons
How true damage members spend a rainy day with their s/o
Yasuo SFW/NSFW
Darius x Male Mage bottom 
What true damage members do to comfort their s/o
FiddleSticks Headcanons
Zed x Pregnant Reader
NSFW Kayn x toxic reader Headcanons
Jhin Nsfw
Pentakill Kayle With Supportive Bf
Sett Period Headcanons
True Damage Yasuo x Male Dom s/o
Blood moon twisted fate and his s/o finding he is part of the cult
Talon x Oc Dating Headcanons
Sett Sfw Headcanons
Aphelios Headcanons
Sett and smol shapeshifter s/o
Kayle x reader Headcanons
General Dating Headcanons Aatrox
Katarina NSFW Headcanons
SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Jhin being kind for his S/o while cruel to everyone else
HC with Sett, Yasuo and Kayn reacting to the female reader showing that she got a sexy bunny girl skin Sfw and Nsfw
Galio x smol reader Headcanons
How they react to your kda outfit
Talon x Oc Dating Headcanons
Rakan Dating a human Headcanons
Samira x Female merc headcanons
Ahri,Sona,Soraka,Kindred,Jinx,and Zyra with abused adopted child headcanons
Pyke,Graves,Twisted Fate,Leesin and Yone sharing one bed with their s/o
Nsfw Spirit Blossom Thresh Hcs
How a Lunari would propose hcs
Katarina x Pyromancer reader who is skilled with swords
Project Jhin x Mute female reader
Kda Evelynn x female reader 
Sadistic Spirit Blossom Thresh Dating Hc
Varus,Kayn,Akali,Sett and Aphelious with a body conscious s/o
Aphelios x Summoner S/o
Spirit Blossom x Reader Headcanons
Spirit Blossom Yone and Yasuo with a mute s/o
Imagines
Imagine{Aphelios}
Spirit Blossom Riven with cool badass s/o
Oneshot/Stories{OC}
Paperwork{Swain}
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avisteliterature · 4 years
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[CM] Keeping the Greatest Treasure
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Spirit Blossom Thresh (League of Legends) x Reader
RATING: Explicit
GENRES: Fluff/ Smut
WORD COUNT: 5,153
SUMMARY: You encounter Thresh during the Spirit Blossom Festival. After getting to know each other, he asks for you to stay with him. You challenge him to convince you, and he does.
ADDITIONAL TAGS: Doggy Style, Missionary, Light Bondage, Light Choking, Biting, Teasing
A/N: Writing commission for OCELL4RIS on Twitter.
The Spirit Blossom Festival is in full swing with many of the people participating in the festivities. You yourself have decided to join in on the celebrations, wandering around and taking in the sights while appreciating the people's enthusiasm.
Although the festival is a much welcome event, you find yourself moving away from the crowds and festivities, wanting to take a moment to breathe for yourself. As you aimlessly walk around, you see a light appear in the corner of your eyes. Against your better judgement, you follow after it in curiosity, leading you further and further away from the festival before you find yourself being lost in a dense and dark-looking woods.
You turn your head from side to side, trying to remember the path you took to come here, but it seems to be a fruitless effort. It's only then that you hear footsteps approach you, and you turn on your heel to see who it is, hopeful that they can help you out with your predicament.
“Hello, little lost one,” an unfamiliar voice calls out to you. “You will make a perfect addition to my collection.”
What greets you is what you can only suspect to be a demon. Not wanting any trouble from him, you try to flee, but he catches you swiftly with spirit magic. Hoping to ease your anxiety, the demon assures you that he has no desire to harm you and introduces himself to you as Thresh, a servant of the natural order.
After some brief small talk, Thresh hums thoughtfully to himself. As you have no idea as to why you're here or what you're doing here, he suggests to bring you to his home as a means of respite and comfort from your predicament. Seeing as you have no other option available to you, you accept his kind offer and follow behind him.
The demon brings you to his lair, and it is a very beautiful place, if not tinged with a hint of melancholy in the air. Thresh engages in some more small talk before revealing to you his other form, and you try not to let your reaction show on your face. He continues talking, his eyes and tone appearing saddened, and you can't find it in yourself to be disgusted with his appearance. Not when his way of speech and gentle demeanour seem so kind and graceful.
“My children suffer because I cannot protect them,” Thresh laments, his voice burdened.
Something about the weight in his words makes you want to speak up. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Thresh looks surprised, but he solemnly refuses, not wanting to cause you any trouble. You shake your head and flash him a determined smile to reassure him. “Let me help you,” you insist.
“...Very well,” he concedes. He explains to you that his children have yet to return to him, his heart aching to have them back. He asks you if you would be willing to search around the area for them. It doesn't seem like a particularly daunting task, so you agree and head on your way.
Surprisingly enough, it doesn't take you that long to find some of the lights whom Thresh loves dearly as his children. As you find them one by one, you find yourself understanding him just a bit more. You can see why he'd be fond and protective of such lights. You feel as though, if given time, you would be able to share in the same sentiment as him. Shaking those thoughts away, you decide to make your way back to Thresh's home.
Unbeknownst to you, the whole time Thresh is waiting for your return, he is left wordlessly worrying for you. He feels burdened with the thought of having troubled you, and a part of him fears the possibilities that you may have gotten hurt or run into some problems because of him. His worries are laid to rest, however, when he sees you on the path, coming back to him. He makes his way over to you, asking how it went, and you casually shrug your shoulders as if it were nothing.
“Ah, my children...” Thresh's voice grows soft at having his children back home, safe and sound. He praises you for your work, and you find yourself feeling bashful. He misses the light blush upon your cheeks, and he continues, changing the conversation to something else. “Perhaps it is time I told you more about who I am...”
“If you wish,” you reply, your tone suggesting that you're fine either way. You're quite touched that he trusts you enough to open up to you about himself.
He nods his head, and he explains who he is and his circumstances to you. It appears as though he had his lantern stolen from him. You can see how distraught and upset he is about it, and your heart aches for him. To see someone as gentle as him to be saddened like this is too much. You sympathize with him, and you gather up your resolve.
“I'll find your lantern!” You suddenly exclaim, hoping to bring a smile back to his face.
Unlike before, Thresh doesn't seem as hesitant to accept your aid. Perhaps it's because he now knows how capable you are and how kind you are. He smiles towards you, offering his gratitude as he feels an unfamiliar but pleasant warmth seep into his chest. Not wanting to leave you with nothing to work off of, Thresh suggests searching the woods nearby as a place to start searching first and foremost.
You nod your head in understanding and heed his advice. You wander around the area for what seems like days, and you feel exhaustion creep into your bones. Yet despite everything, you refuse to give up here. You don't want to give up. You want to be able to help Thresh, even if only just a little, but even you know when to cut your losses.
Just as you're about to think that it's all hopeless, you hear laughter. For a moment, you think you're simply imagining things, but you hear it again. Before you can question it further, a puff of smoke suddenly appears, and within it... a strange little creature shows up in front of you. It's a very brief and strange encounter, the creature leaving just as quickly as it appeared, but somehow, you were able to retrieve Thresh's lantern. Feeling rather proud of yourself, and eager to see him smiling with his prized possession back in his grasp, you return to his lair.
As you're making your way back from the woods, you spot Thresh from a distance. His expression looks troubled, concern and worry visible in his features and body language, even at such a distance. At that moment, he glances upwards, and he sees you. His eyes almost immediately light up.
Before even taking his lantern back from you, what comes out of his lips first is his voiced concern for you. You're touched that he cares so deeply for you, and your heart thumps against your chest. He seems happy and relieved to have his lantern back, and you in turn feel happy for him, but you can't help but peer up at him, a silent question hidden behind your eyes. Thresh notices it, and he encourages you to speak your mind.
You try to choose your words carefully as you slowly ask, “...Who made you suffer?”
The demon's eyes widen, not having expected that to be your question. Nevertheless, since you have done so much for him, he feels compelled to answer in truth. He tells you about Ahri and the things she had done to him and his children. As he speaks of his past, he looks to be in pain, but he continues, hoping to answer your question.
“I'm sorry...” You whisper, unable to think of anything else to answer to him.
A sad smile graces his lips. “Your sympathy is heartwarming. But it is not I who needs consoling. I would do anything... anything to rescue my spirits from Ahri's grasp.”
Without even thinking of it, you reach out to take Thresh's hand. He seems startled and confused by your touch, but he doesn't shake you off either. Smiling up at him, you tell him, “You don't have to do this alone. I'll help you.”
He tries to reject your offer, having already received more than enough help from you, but you're determined to help him through this. Seeing the resolve in your eyes, Thresh has no choice but to simply take your kindness as is. Despite his insecurities and doubts, he finds himself touched by your consideration shown towards him, not just now, but for all those past times too.
That unfamiliar warmth blossoms within his chest once more, and it spreads throughout the rest of his body. It is a pleasing and comforting sensation, even if it's difficult for him to put it into words. He closes his eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. Even if he's sending you off, he doesn't feel as afraid. He knows that you will come back to him, and so, he chooses to support you in your decision to reclaim the spirits that were rightfully his.
He gives you his hook and lantern,a symbol of his trust and faith in you.
Having finished with your task that you had set out to do, you find yourself returning to Thresh once more. Somehow, there's a sense of comfort in the familiarity of his home now. It's like the path to his home—to him—has become a natural part of you.
Thresh takes a moment to show to you the restored beauty of his lair, all thanks to your effort. You shake your head in disagreement and correct him. “We did it together.”
His eyes widen by a fraction before a smile graces his lips. “Yes, that is true. We did it. Together.” Something about the word makes him feel... overjoyed. Opting to reflect on such feelings later, Thresh continues, bringing his voice down to a low whisper. “My little lost one, you have been my greatest treasure...”
His words are quiet, and you almost miss them entirely, but they manage to reach your ears, and the sincerity and depth behind them makes your heart flutter. Thresh notices the faint blush adorning your cheeks, and his expression softens. He offers to take you to his sanctuary, a place that he has never shown anyone else before.
Curious as to what it is that Thresh has to show you, you follow behind him. It's almost surreal to you just how much your feelings towards him have changed since you first met him. He intimidated you at first, a demon appearing all of a sudden without warning, but then you got to know him, and now... now you feel nothing but safe and warm with him.
The two of you arrive at his sanctuary, and standing before you is... undoubtedly Thresh. Even if his appearance now is different, you know it to be him. He looks almost bashful by your gaze and is a bit flustered by your praise of him.
“No... You are the true beauty of this realm,” he responds. Although they sound like words a playboy would say, when it comes from him, it feels genuine, and you can't help but blush in return.
Thresh hesitates for a moment, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts before continuing. “The kindness you have shown me... It is unlike anything I have ever felt. This sacred space... It is where I share my most... intimate moments. And right now, I have so much to say to you... for all you have done." He pauses, giving you a moment for his words to sink in. "Thank you, lost one. You know not the weight of your generosity."
Thresh steps forward, lessening the distance between you, and he takes your hand into his. The pad of his thumb caresses the skin of the back of your hand. He keeps his gaze on your joined hands, almost as if he's too shy to meet your eyes. “I could never repay you in full. But what I can offer you... For all that you have offered me... Is for you to remain by my side. Would you like that?”
He then looks up, and his eyes appear hopeful. It makes your heart race, but even so, you hesitate. You unconsciously squeeze his hand as you slowly turn your gaze away to the side. “I would love to... but...”
Thresh tries not to appear disheartened. Instead, he nods his head. “I understand,” he says, but he's unable to hide the sadness in his voice. “Any other spirit, I would have tried to... convince otherwise. It pains me to imagine myself without you, lost one.” Nevertheless, he slips his hand away from yours and gestures towards a table in his room. It looks like he's prepared some tea beforehand.
“Come,” he tells you. “Before you go, I would at the very least like to spend some time with you and partake in a small drink as a token of my appreciation for all that you have done for me.”
If it's only that much, then it should be fine, you reason. You graciously accept his offer, and he pulls out a seat for you before sitting across from you and pouring you a cup of tea. The both of you have a nice and friendly chat with each other at the table, talking about yourselves and the things that have happened since the two of you met.
The conversation comes to a lull at some point, however, and the atmosphere seems to have shifted. You bite at the corner of your lip, and you finally muster up the courage to speak and chase away the tense silence. “You know... Despite what I said, it isn't like... I'm completely opposed to the idea of staying with you.”
Thresh seems quite relieved, and he reaches out to take your hand from across the table, almost like... an invitation of sorts. He links your fingers together, his thumb mindlessly grazing over your knuckles. His gaze is yearning, and it looks like he wants to say something, so you wait for him to speak.
“I know that I have said if you were any other spirit, I would have tried to convince you otherwise... I wish to give you the choice to choose. If your wish is to return home, then I will respect that decision if it is what will make you happy; however, I cannot deny that I... wish to be selfish with you.”
“What do you mean?” You ask, your voice a bit lower than before, your tone having shifted to match the heavy and tense atmosphere between you two.
“I... I would like to at the very least indulge myself with you and your company prior to you making your choice,” Thresh admits.
His tone of voice suggests that what he wants isn't just your company alone, but all of you. As sharp-witted as you are, you are easily able to understand his desires. His intentions are painfully clear and obvious to you, and... you assent, finding yourself wanting the same thing.
“Well...” you start, feeling a bit more emboldened now as you stare at him. “If you can somehow convince me to stay, then maybe I will,” you tell him, sending him a furtive glance. Without so much of even a moment's hesitation, Thresh accepts your challenge.
He raises himself from his seat and makes his way over towards you, his steps light but purposeful. A small smile graces his lips as he smoothly dips down and lifts you up from your chair with graceful ease. Without a word, he carries you over to his bed on the other side of the room, handling you with utmost care. He lays you down slowly, and he makes sure you're fully comfortable before crawling onto the bed himself.
His body looms over you, his legs on either side of you as he leans forward, one of his hands reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. He slowly pulls you in for a kiss, soft and sweet. The kiss is more than welcome, helping ease you into his presence and warm company. It starts off gentle and tender at first, but the taste and feel of your lips against his is intoxicating and addicting, driving him to want more.
Thresh pushes himself a bit harder against you, kissing you even deeper. He steals your breath away, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, more than eager to feel him closer against your figure. You find his kiss become much more yearning and full of unbridled desire, a soft moan shared between your joined lips as one of his hands trails down your neck to the middle of your chest, tracing a path past your stomach and towards your thighs.
His touch is so caring and considerate, it makes you shiver underneath him. He notices it, and he smirks into the kiss. You both pull away with a slight gasp to catch both of your breaths, but what you do next surprises Thresh. With lidded eyes, you lean forward yourself and take the initiative in kissing him once again, wanting to feel his mouth against yours. It's embarrassing to admit, but you find yourself getting really into this situation, as ridiculous and sudden as it may be.
Thresh's heart thumps against his chest at the fact that you want him as much as he wants you. He tentatively tugs at the bottom hem of your shirt, a silent question on his tongue that he caresses your lips with. You subtly nod, giving him your consent as you part your lips and lean further back into the bed to get comfortable.
Thresh is more than eager to slip his tongue inside your wet cavern and taste you from the inside, slipping his hand underneath your shirt and feeling your skin. His tongue strokes your teeth and cheeks, pulling out an airy sigh from you, and he reluctantly parts. With an all too hungry look in his eyes, Thresh's hands expertly work on removing your clothes one by one. With each article of clothing discarded, he throws them off to the side with little to no care, finding them nothing more than obtrusive.
Each new reveal of your skin makes his heart tremble. While it's undeniably true you hold a certain sense of timidness from being laid bare in front of a demon such as him, you also hold no shame in displaying your body for his eyes to feast upon.
“Beautiful,” he whispers his thoughts out loud before leaning down to latch his mouth under your jaw. He trails his mouth down the column of your neck and gingerly nips at your collarbone, making you start a bit.
He hums, planting several kisses down the valley between your breasts, and he sucks greedily at your skin until it's left red with his mark. The sensation is unlike any other, and you bite down on your lower lip as his fingers trail along the length of your bare thigh, his touch feather-light and teasing.
He makes his way over to one of your breasts, unabashedly taking one of your pert nipples into his open mouth and sucks on it, drawing out a small cry from your throat. Your body trembles underneath him as he lavishes you with overwhelming affection from both his lips and fingers, an ache that you can barely ignore beginning to form in the space between your legs.
He can tell what it is that you want from him, but he refuses to give it to you so easily. As soft as his heart is towards you, he wants to see you at his mercy. He wants to see you all flushed and left panting, dripping wet, and begging for him to take you. He will take as much time as he can in drawing this out, all to simply relish in the feeling of your body and lewd expressions for even just a second longer.
His hands stroke and caress your body wherever he can reach, and he sucks fiercely at your skin, leaving as many marks as possible to claim his ownership over you and your heart. You're as stubborn as much as he is teasing, and you hold in the erotic sounds that threaten to leave you. You understand that he wants you to beg for him, but you don't want to give him that satisfaction, wanting to provide him at least some form of challenge.
Then, to your surprise, Thresh brings his hand over to your exposed sex and slips a finger into you without warning. You cry out, not necessarily displeased but still rather caught off guard at the sudden intrusion that feels far too good to put into words, and you grab hold onto the sheets to maintain some sense of your sanity.
He smiles in a rather smug manner at your reaction, and he crooks his finger inside you. You bite down on your lower lip to suppress a moan at the way he rubs at your walls, your eyes falling shut as you find yourself becoming lost from such a simple touch. ...But Thresh is far from done with you. In fact, he's barely even started.
He begins pumping his finger in and out of you at a lazy and leisurely pace, his cheeks becoming flushed at how you squeeze around his digit, wanting to pull him in. His eyes rake over your naked body, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips before keeping his attention focused on the way his finger disappears into your warmth. He slowly works you up, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusting finger, and with his expertise, he's easily able to bring you to that feeling of vague satisfaction.
But it's not enough. You want more than just this, but you find yourself unable to easily voice your wants and needs. Sensing your stubborn pride, Thresh lifts his face, his eyes half-lidded and holding a hint of mischief behind them as he asks, “What is it that you desire? Tell me, and it is yours.”
You stare at him, the words unable to leave your throat. You find yourself gulping, the ache to feel him far too unbearable now. Rather than answering in words, you decide to answer him in actions instead. Chewing down on your lower lip, you lightly push back against his chest, and he leans back, slipping his finger out before bringing it over to his mouth to suck at and appreciate your intimate taste. Even now, he continues to tease you, but you can't find it in yourself to be that frustrated with him.
With more space now available to yourself, you slowly turn around to your hands and knees, your back turned towards him and raising your ass into the air. You look back over your shoulder, locking your gaze with his for a moment that seems like he's almost at his limit as well. Your eyes then flicker downwards to the prominent bulge within his pants, and you shudder slightly in anticipation.
“I... I want you,” you answer him truthfully. It's pointless to lie to him. The faster you're honest with him, then perhaps he'll be forgiving and won't tease you as much.
The corners of his lips twitch into a satisfied smirk, and Thresh nods his head in understanding, obliging with your request. He begins to undress with slight impatience visible within his movements, and you take a moment to appreciate the beauty that he and his body is, your eyes fixed upon his cock the moment it's exposed to the open air. Warmth rises to your cheeks as you stare at it, admiring its length, girth, and overall appearance.
He wraps his fingers around his length and pumps it a bit until he's fully erect. He looks much larger now, but you have no complaints. He shuffles over closer to you, and he rubs the tip of his length against your entrance, feeling how wet you already are. He chuckles, a touch breathless and feeling oddly flattered before smoothly slipping himself inside you with a low groan.
You feel him stretching you out, and you moan out his name. He waits for a moment to allow you to get accustomed to him before he starts thrusting himself into you. He holds you by the waist, using that as leverage to push himself into you, hard and deep. He reaches the deepest parts of you with such raw intensity that you can't help but throw your head back and scream for him.
Thresh seems pleased with your response, and he pistons his hips even faster into you, groaning and grunting with each forceful push, his fingers digging into your supple skin. With his brows knitted together, he leans forward, his chest pressed against your back and he continues to thrust his cock into your heat, the sound of flesh upon flesh resounding in the room.
Thresh brings his lips up close, moaning and breathing hotly into your ear, appreciating the way you continue squeezing around his cock. He whispers sweet and loving words tinged with a sense of dominance and ownership laced in his velvet tone. He growls lowly, and you feel the rumble from his chest.
He brings his face down and bites down on your shoulder, prompting your breath to hitch in your throat. You start grinding back against him, getting more and more lost in the pleasure that fills your senses. He bites down a bit harder, groaning underneath his breath when he starts to feel you getting really into it.
As much as he wants to bring you over to completion, he leans back and pauses. He can't help but laugh at the way you whine in protest. He pulls away from you, and for a moment, you think that he's teasing you again. Torturously so. But instead, Thresh moves to retrieve a silk cloth from nearby which piques your interest and curiosity when you see it from the corner of your eyes.
“Do you trust me?” He asks you, the cloth in his hands. You understand right away what it is he wants to do, and you waste no time at all in nodding your head.
Satisfied with your response, Thresh places a loving kiss upon your cheek, a stark contrast from his rough treatment of you before. He then flips you around to lie on your back, and he grabs your wrists. He ties your wrists together with the silk cloth before tying it over to the bedpost above your head. You give the binds a light tug, feeling them out for yourself. He peers down at you, and you're already panting in hidden excitement of what's to come.
Thresh grabs your legs and pushes them wide apart without shame, settling himself comfortably in between. He takes his dripping cock into his hand and guides himself to your entrance once more. He pushes himself inside you and begins his bruising pace from before.
You're much more receptive to him now, and you're left moaning and crying his name, lifting your hips off the bed to meet with his thrusts. You want to grab at the sheets or even at him to keep yourself grounded, but the cloth holds your wrists in place, leaving you to struggle uselessly against them.
Thresh moves his hips with pure determination, his ministrations strong, powerful, and domineering. You've completely submitted yourself to him, placing your trust in him and the wordless promise in his gaze to bring you over the edge. He stares at you, completely and utterly captivated by the way your face twists in pleasure from him and his actions.
He brings his hand over to your throat, tentatively wrapping his fingers around it. He sees no sign of resistance or discomfort from you, so he squeezes down on it with tentative uncertainty—but also desire. The feeling draws out a loud and shameless moan from your mouth, your back arching off the bed completely. He feels you grow tighter around his cock, and he groans at the positive reaction.
“Thresh...” you manage to choke out, tears of bliss forming at the corner of your eyes. “You—ahhn—you can squeeze—hng!—a bit tighter—!! Please—!!”
He gives in to your plead, applying more pressure upon your throat. You find yourself approaching your peak much faster now, and you've lost all sense of reason. You buck your hips with pure abandon, desperate to reach that delirious high. Thresh responds in kind, thrusting his cock even deeper and harder into you, his pace bruising and hopelessly frantic. His cock twitches and aches with each gasp and grunt he lets out, so close to release himself.
He squeezes a bit harder upon your throat, his free hand moving to stimulate your clit, and you become undone. Your orgasm hits you hard without warning, and you tip over the edge with a choked cry, your body writhing underneath his solid and dominating figure and hoping to ride out the waves of your pleasure.
Thresh isn't far from behind you, burying himself all the way to the hilt and leaning down to bite down hard upon your shoulder to muffle himself. He spills inside your heat, his cock twitching with each spurt of his cum, filling you up. He lingers for a moment inside you, relishing in the aftershocks of his climax before loosening his hold on your throat and gingerly slipping himself out.
He leans back and gets to work on removing your binds before rolling himself over to collapse onto the bed. You both lie there, panting for air while a sense of satisfaction washes over both of you. After regaining your senses, you swallow and clear your throat.
“Well, you managed to convince me otherwise,” you say in a lighthearted manner, but the heavy implication that you've chosen to stay with him doesn't escape his notice.
A smile makes its way onto Thresh's lips, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Is that so?” He hums. “I'm glad. Rest assured, I promise you there will be more of that to come with you by my side.”
You find yourself laughing at his own casual quip, and his smile widens, his heart fluttering with joy. He leans down and claims your lips once more into one final kiss. He has every intention to treat you with his utmost love and care in the future the two of you now have together.
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one day I will break the whole “sub omegas” trope but today is not that day 
Omega!Sub!Todoroki x Alpha!Dom!Reader 
word count: 2,000(about)
warnings: Smut, ABO stuff, so on and so on
summary: it was a shock to learn that your close friend Todoroki was an omega but that’s not to say it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise.
note: So A/B/O genitalia is weird so basically, Male omegas have both a penis and vagina and Alpha females have both as well okay so the reader is gender neutral technically 
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Shoto always had to hide the fact he was an Omega from the day that he presented.  His father had been beyond angry when he had found out that Shoto was an Omega. He forced the boy to take suppressants and scent blockers and told the world that he was a beta. He was made to feel ashamed to be an Omega every heat he dealt with alone a twisted reminder that there had never been an Omega who wore the title of number one hero. When Todoroki started attending UA everyone believed him to be a beta only the teachers knew the truth about his status. So when you befriended Todoroki you just assumed you were befriending a beta.
Todoroki new that he was probably making a mistake when he accepted the friendship you offered him but he just couldn't help himself, the omega inside of him was drawn to you he felt the need to take care of you and he wanted you to take care of him. The two of you wanted were fast friends, by each other's side as you much could get away with, and it was slowly driving him insane. You would do these things, little friendly things. like walk him home or hold his hand and his heart would twist in his chest. every now and then he got really lucky and you would accidentally scent him. you were always mortified but he secretly loved it,
It was driving you crazy as well but for different reasons, you were an Alpha training to be a hero, everybody expected you to find a nice omega to settle down with who would give you pups, but here you were in love with a beta. Alpha Beta relationships weren't unheard of but rare, betas couldn't deal with Ruts as well as Omegas could and most betas were turned away from your intense Alpha nature. Liking Todoroki wasn't the problem the problem was Todoroki didn't like you back. He treated you like a friend and he put up with your alpha tendencies but you could tell there was nothing romantic between you.
The worst it got was during your ruts. When you were in a rut you had to keep him in your sights at all times, your mind raced with thoughts of protecting him and keeping him in your arms. You became very physical holding him close to your chest and nuzzling him. No other alpha was let near him during your rut hell if other betas got to close you were prone to growling them to keep them at bay.
The only time you actively kept yourself away from him was in the hot and heavy part of your rut. Those days when you locked yourself away in your bedroom, hand down your pants face berried in your pillow because that gave you something to bite. In all honesty, you did want him there for that part of your rut too, you thought about how he would be a good beta submitting easily to your every whim. they were disgusting and perverted thoughts but they got you threw your ruts. Deep down you knew you shouldn't be treating your beta friend like he was your omega but that didn’t stop the Alpha in you from wanting him.
Todoroki should have stayed home today, the heat suppressants he took required him to go through one heat a year and this was that heat. His skin felt hot and sticky with sweat, his insides were twisted and boy oh boy he wanted to get pinned down and fucked. It was that last factor that had driven him to go to school. He wanted to see you. nobody was supposed to know that he was an omega but deep down he wanted you to know the truth he wanted to stop hiding.
He didn't even make it into the classroom before he got pounced by an alpha. Lucky for everyone. that Alpha was you. “Todoroki! wait up,” you called seeing your favorite beta in the hall up ahead. He froze dead in his tracks involuntarily following your orders. As you got closer you started to smell him, it wasn't his normal bland calm scent, it was an overpowering smell of burnt sugar and mint. By the time you reached him the smell was almost dizzying.
“what the hell is up with you?” you asked examining him. He was sweating and panting slightly, his eyes were glazed with lust like he was-  then it hit you,  he was in heat.
“(y/n) I-” he couldn't string two words together and even if he could what would he say? I know we've been friends since day one and you thought I was a beta but I'm not so please fuck me until I can't stand upright? But he didn't need to speak for you to understand what he needed. You took his hand in yours and guided him out of the school.
“what about class?” he asked although if this meant you were going to take care of him he didn't really care.
“you’re a fucking idiot coming to school when you're like this, stinking up the entire place with your needy smell,” you said more to no one in particular. You pulled Todoroki into your arms and scented him, this served to both cover his smell a little and calm you both down.  It was a difficult journey to his dorm room, you kept having to pull him into storage rooms and empty classrooms, to ensure that no other alphas would try anything. the longer you were together the needier he got. He threw himself at you and begged you to just take him right there against some wall, not seeming to care whether or not you got caught.
You almost did it too he was so hot, the alpha inside of you screamed to mate him and let the whole school hear it so they would know who this delectable little omega belonged too. but you ignored it for now. Shoto didn't make that an easy decision for you. every moment he wasn’t begging you to knot him in the hall he was kissing your neck and moaning in your ear. But you got him back to his dorm finally.
You were a little rougher than you needed to be, practically throwing him onto the floor as soon as you had crossed the thresh hold into his room. you pounced on top of him pinning him to the floor. If you were being too rough Todoroki didn't seem to mind in fact he seemed to like it, moaning breathlessly in your ear his hands reaching up to your shoulders.
You bawled the fabric of his shirt in your fists and tore it easily ripping the shirt off of him in a swift motion. You had been so patient, not making a move on him up until now, it had been so hard not fucking his brains out on the way up here, so you let yourself have this. You lowered your mouth to his skin and began to suck a dark mark on to his chest. You moved from spot to spot covering every inch of skin with bite marks, scratches, and Hickeys.  
Shoto nestled his hand against your head and pushed your head upwards in a fevered attempt to get you to give the same treatment to his neck. The omega inside of him was screaming for you to bond him, to sink your sharp teeth into the sacred spot on his neck claiming him as yours forever.
At that moment he knew you were the Alpha meant for him. or maybe he had always known that he would end up as your omega but he was only realizing it now.
You knew what Shoto wanted but he was going to have to wait because currently, the trail your mouth was blazing was only going south. just you started to mark up space directly under his belly button he gave your hair a sharp tug. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, having your hair pulled, but if he was bold enough to do something so harsh meant that he was forgetting who the alpha was.
You detach your mouth entirely from his skin taking a moment to admire the pretty disaster you had made of his chest. After you had finished looking at your work you turned your gaze to Shoto. You pulled his hands away pining them above his head with a single hand. “you're a needy little omega aren't you?” you purred using your free hand to mess with his pants trying to pull them off of his hips.
“Yes Alpha, I need you to fuck me gh- (y/n) please,” he begged, you purred and rubbed his member through his pants as a sort of reward for his answer.
“So needy,” you laughed tightening your grip on his wrists. You hand him wrapped around your finger, he was putty in your hand so you decided to mess with him a little bit. You let go of his hands and got off of him sitting back on the floor. “Are you sure Todoroki? Sure that you want this,”
“what?” he asked slightly dazed “yes, of course, I'm sure!” he scrambled over to you his skin burning to be touched again.
“I don't know, I don't think you really want me,” you teased, he whimpered at that, hadn't he done everything to prove that he needed you?
“I need you,” he said his voice breaking slightly. you staid back not touching him deliberately.
“Prove it,” you challenged. Shoto didn't know what to do or say, his mind was clouded with lust and seeing your panties wasn't helping. He stood up on shaky legs, he pulled off the remaining clothes. It didn't take long honestly you hadn't left him in much. He was completely naked, his dick was hard and his hole soaked. You were excited, you wanted to take him, but he was going to have to work a little harder for your dick. Shoto took a few timid steps before climbing onto his bed and presenting to you. Face down ass up, his slick hole on full display.
“please Alpha,” he begged even wiggling his ass a little. You scrambled to your feet before diving at the bed your hands clawing at your clothes. Somehow you managed to strip yourself entirely before you landed on Shoto. You thrust into his heat in a swift rough motion. You both moaned at the sensation. You staid still for a moment letting him adjust to you. Todoroki was having none of that he rocked his hips back and forth.
You couldn't hold back anymore the alpha inside you was wild and demanding you shifted positions so that you were sitting upright with Shoto ridding you. For the first few thrusts, you let him set the pace, bucking his hips up and down but he wasn't fast enough. You dug your nails into the soft skin of his hips and started to push him down harder and faster.
Shoto was on cloud nine loving every second of this intense treatment. His nerves were shot and it felt like every cell in his body was on fire. “Can-can I... Alpha lets me cum alpha please,” he begged in between moans. He had tried to be a good little omega for you doing everything you asked him to. In the back of the mind, he wondered if he had done enough to earn his release.
You purred into his neck, thinking about his request.  You moved one of your hands off of his hips to his own dick roughly stroking him up and down. You were starting to feel a hot burn in your core. “yes Shoto, cum for me,” you grunted. You barely got to finish the sentience before Shoto was cumming. It was too much for you, his screams of pleasure and the way his tight heat clamped down on your cock.
You grunted snapping your hips up sharply barring your knot inside of him. You climaxed pumping Todoroki full of your seed. Both of you fell over on to your sides, coming down from your respective highs. Shoto managed to spin around on your knot so that he was facing you. He snuggled into your bare chest kissing your jaw lightly. Your body tingled with energy at the feeling of the Omega's affection. You held him tightly in your arms letting him fall asleep, wrapped in both your arms and your scent.
what is this? why is this so bad? why am I posting it anyway? the world may never know...
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