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tomssexdoll · 27 days

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OKAY HERES UR REQUEST BAE

obv mafia bill and he’s been at his hideout/mafia base all day for the past few days leaving you feeling neglected and never seeing him due to him having important business. finally one night he returns when you aren’t asleep and you confront him about his lack of presence which he rants about how shit is hitting the fan in his business which turns into an argument. and when you were getting all bratty and heated he blurted out sum “just shut up and let me fuck you” TEEHEE so he then fucks yoh very aggressively🙏🙏 “bein’ so needy lately.. gonna fuck the brattiness outta you..” “you jus’ needed some dick, yeah pretty?” and he starts overstimulating you too cuz he’s going ham on ya shit‼️‼️ “stop whinin’ and take my cock, this what you been craving right?” “such a perfect slut f’me.. taking me s’well” IM SO GOOD AT DIRTY TALK also i tooted again it stinky

MEOW OFC FREAKY GYAL

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PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill is a mafia boss and runs a very important business to keep his terrifying reputation. He has been really busy lately and barely at home with y/n, when he returns she complains about how neglected she feels by him. A/N: cum WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (doggystyle), choking, hair pulling, fingering, arguing and yelling

Me and Bill have been together for 3 years, we met from our families exchanging services at a dinner party, we instantly fell in love with each other and soon got together.

He runs a very important and high risk business, he hasn't really told me what it was, his excuse was he didn't want me to get caught up in it because of how dangerous it was, I pushed it a few times but all I got in return was more excuses.

Lately he's been super busy, at his hideout all day, every day. I got so sick of it, being neglected, at home just by myself with nothing to do, I wasn't allowed to go out without him anyways.

I missed him a lot, his kisses, cuddles, the way he holds me after sex, everything. I just wanted him back but I knew there was nothing I could do, he couldn't even come back home for the night and sleep with me.

One day I was in the bedroom, getting ready for yet another sleepless night without him when I heard the door slam shut downstairs, I heard his heavy footsteps go up the stairs and into our bedroom.

"Baby.." he sighed in relief, going towards me. His figure getting closer, I just ignored him and crossed my arms. "What's wrong honey?" he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"I don't like how you've been away for so long, I feel neglected!" I raised my voice, standing up. He grunted, "baby..I didn't want to leave you all alone like this but you know how dangerous my job is, some shit hit the fan in the business and I needed to take care of it, you don't understand how worried I was for you, how much I wanted to be home with you, kissing and cuddling you" he ranted, grabbing my arm roughly.

"Oh you were worried? Bullshit Bill, you never even called or texted, I was worried you were dead at one point, I couldn't even talk to the guards about it" I yelled, pushing him off me. He rubbed his temples in frustration, "for fuck sakes..are you fucking dumb? Does what I say go in one ear and out the other?" I scoffed "fuck you Bill, you really know how to comfort me don't you?" he groaned "how can I when you act like this?"

I rolled my eyes, "you're a fucking asshole Bill" muttering to myself. We continued to argue for the next 5 minutes, screaming at each other, yelling insults and heart crushing words to each other.

"You know what? I'm sick of you acting like a fucking brat" he spat "just shut up and let me fuck you" he grabbed my arm again, my eyes widened as I looked up at him, "Bill.." I stuttered slightly.

"Get on the bed" he commanded, his jaw clenching. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from grinning like an idiot, if I did my punishment would be worse.

I slowly got onto the bed, bending over and waiting for Bill. The bed dipped and the sound of ripping came from behind me, I turned to look and he had ripped my shorts and panties off, leaving my pussy completely exposed to him.

"Fuck.." he groaned, swiping 2 fingers at my folds, "gonna behave for me?" he growled lowly, his other hand slithering up to my hair, pulling on it tightly, I winced and nodded "yes..please put it in.."

He chuckled, "bein' so needy lately, gotta fuck the brattiness out of you.." he stood back up and I heard his pants drop along with his boxers. He climbed back on the bed, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, his tip prodding at my entrance.

His nails digged into my hips as he shoved his cock inside me, filling me up instantly. "Ah!" I cried out, grabbing onto the sheets until my knuckles turned white.

"Take it.." he groaned, starting to pound his cock into me roughly, his tip instantly abusing my g spot, "fuck!" I moaned loudly, arching my back to meet his thrusts.

Bill was always rough during sex so it wasn't something I wasn't used to, no matter how angry he was before or during sex he would never fail to comfort me after.

"Feel good baby?" he grinned, his hand reaching out to my neck and squeezing it softly, "y-yes!" I whimpered, he pulled me up to his chest with his hand, kissing my neck roughly.

"Mhm.." I mumbled, drunk off of his cock. At this point he was going even faster, his tip kissing my cervix as his cock was buried deep into me.

He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure, his length ramming into me at an inhuman pace, nearing me closer to my orgasm.

His hand came down to my clit, rubbing rough circles. All the pleasure surging throughout my body made me overstimulated, it was too much for me to handle, "too much! fuck!" I cried out, the grip on my throat tightened "stop fucking whining and take my cock, this is what you've been craving right?" he rasied his voice, rubbing my clit harder now.

"Mmmph! Ah!" I whimpered, legs trembling slightly. "Such a good girl..taking my cock so well aren't you?" he grinned, letting go of my neck and letting me fall back onto the mattress, I breathed a sigh of relief, softly rubbing my neck.

I knew it was going to leave a mark but it was so worth it, then his hand came down to my ass, smacking it roughly. I yelped, jolting a bit at his spanks, "cum for me slut.." he grunted, grabbing my hips roughly and slamming his cock into me, "fucking cum!" he yelled, his cock throbbing into me, his release as near as mine.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my orgasm crashing down, cumming all over his cock. "Ohhh!" he screamed, burying his cock deep into me as he shot his load, covering my walls completely.

"Holy fuck.." he panted, grabbing me and pulling me onto the mattress with him, laying back and trying to catch out breaths. After resting he finally spoke up, "just needed some dick, yeah pretty?" he smiled softly, stroking my hair softly as he looked down at me lovingly. I nodded, a little embarassed for how I acted, "sorry for being a brat..you know how I get when you're away for a while and you don't contact me" I sighed, he brushed a few stray hairs away from my face "I know honey, honestly I can't stand it too.."

"I'm thinking of bringing you to the jobs with me, it's risky but I can't just leave you at home for days on end" my eyes lit up "really?" he chuckled "oh of course, they wouldn't mind because I'm the boss and they do what I say" I smiled brightly like an idiot, grabbing his face and kissing him roughly.

He slowly climbed on top of me, kissing me back and holding my waist, caressing it softly.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

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little-emerald-snake · 3 months

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Brat taming w Ominis maybe? 😳 the more mean dominis, the better

Bratty - Dominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

This isn’t as spicy as I wanted to go but I really struggle with writing Ominis as a super hard Dom. In my mind he is a sweet baby angel who can do no wrong.

Warnings: Mild Dominis, bratty behavior, fingering f receiving, orgasm denial, punishment

700 words

She’d been in a defiant mood all day from the moment they woke up. Ominis knew it was likely just to push his buttons for one reason or another but the more she acted out the more he wanted to act on it and dole out a befitting punishment.

She’d come from work not long ago and when he hadn’t asked for a kiss from her she decided to pick an attitude with him. “What? No kiss? Are you punishing me for earlier today?”

Ominis scoffed, stopping his reading briefly to respond to her. “If I was punishing you for your behavior as of late, you'd know it, Darling. It wouldn’t possibly be something as bland as not asking for your kisses.”

She furrowed her brows in question and irritation, wondering what he was possibly upset about. “You doling out some serious form of punishment, puh-lease. You wouldn’t be so harsh with a punishment.”

He gave her a challenging look. “You’re being quite a disobedient brat lately. Are you looking to get punished? Is that what you want sweetheart?”

She came to straddle his lap, meeting his challenge. “Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t think you could actually punish me for anything because you’re far too teeth rottingly sweet to me.”

Ominis let out a deep chuckle that reverberated through his chest and caused goosebumps to rise across her skin. “Oh, Darling. I thought you knew better than to underestimate me. Silly, silly girl. How wrong you are.”

She leaned in close now, licking her lips in preparation for the searing kiss she knew was to come next. “Prove it.”

In a flash she was pinned underneath him and although Ominis was still pretty lithe like he had been all those years ago at Hogwarts, he was also surprisingly strong, able to pin her down effectively rendering her struggle useless. “Now you’re in trouble, naughty girl. Giving me attitude all day and acting like I won’t take charge and punish you like you properly deserve.”

She whined pathetically as he licked a thick stripe up the side of her neck where he knew it would drive her wild with excitement. Her back bowed off the couch as much as it could from under him. She eagerly tried to press against him but he’d moved just out of reach, denying her of the friction she desperately craved.

Her hands slid up, trying to tug him down onto her but he easily took both wrists in one hand above her head, effectively stopping her wandering hands. “Brats don’t get what they want, you’d do well to remember that, Dove.”

He maneuvered their bodies so he could easily hold her wrists above her head and slide his fingers down the front of her pants. She moaned with relief when his fingers touched her under the fabric where she grew hot and wet for him.

She was absolutely soaked as he plunged two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to deftly roll blissful circles around her clit.

She whined, hips lifting to seek more of his touch. More of the pleasure that he was flaring to life inside her body. He made sure she received only the pleasure he doled out and nothing more, she was being greedy as always. “Naughty, Dove. My greedy little girl thinks she deserves to cum on my fingers? Is that what you think you deserve?”

He chuckled, hearing her whine, hips bucking upwards with need. She was clearly on the precipice of an orgasm and he couldn’t have that. Just as her cries began to crescendo, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her high and dry before her orgasm could hit.

She gasped, eyes misty with confusion and bliss meeting his smug expression. She whined, collapsing backwards onto the bed at the realization of what he’d done. “Ominissss…this isn’t fair!”

He chuckled, sliding his slick coated fingers up her torso and gently sliding them into her mouth. “You’re in no position to bargain about what is and is not fair, Dove. You wanted a punishment and now you’re mad that I’m delivering. You are going to learn to behave. That bratty behavior will get you nowhere.”

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pinkwright · 1 year

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everybody knows that i want ur love | shuri udaku.

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pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — oh my love by fka twigs

warnings — fingering, spanking (reader receiving), slight choking, shuri's hands, possessive!shuri, panther!shuri, bratty reader, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, shuri's a little mean, petty!reader, sub!reader, dacryphilia, dirty talk, possession kink (?) idfk, humiliation kink, slighttt voyeurism, needy!reader, jealous!shuri, i feel like this friendship group lowks gives poly vibes but truly reader just loves her friends n they love her okayyy.

request by @vai27 {can i please request a dom!shuri fic, smut a friend to lover with shuri and reader where they’re super attracted to each other and always flirting but never act on the sexual tension. until one day shuri is upset about something and she warns the reader to behave and the reader teases her by asking what “are you going to do about it, spank me?” and shuri actually does, lots of smut maybe even some chocking}

a/n — hope u enjoy ! <3 i didn't write this yall, i'm classy.

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo

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i could be with anyone, i’m fussy like pussy cat. you’re the only one i want. give love and then you take it back, won’t the kisses all be fun?

the smooth hazelnut drink glides out of your cup, and you let out a satisfied hum at the sweet taste, your lashes fluttering before you sweep your eyes over the bustling coffee shop. her powerful aura makes it hard to miss her, a light smile dancing on her lips as you make your way towards her, and she stands from the booth to greet you.

she reaches for your coffee and your bagged muffin setting the two on the table behind her before she’s settling her arms around your waist, sliding them across your skin to firmly place her hands onto your lower back, pressing you against her. she hums as her lips ghost over your cheekbones then down your neck as she breathes you in.

“late as always, s’thandwa.”

the words are murmured into your skin, her voice cheeky and low as she barely pulls away, her hands dragging up the skin of your waist until they’re sliding along your arms to grab your hands, which she lifts to her face, her dark eyes intently holding yours as she brushes her pillowy lips across your knuckles, and there’s a smirk threatening to break across her face when the action makes your mouth part.

“you smell divine.”

then she’s stepping back, pulling your joined hands from her face as she guides you into the booth where she was sitting, urging you to sit by the window, and then she sits right next to you, her arm placing itself over your shoulder, her hand fiddling with your soft locs. you blink, turning your head to look at her from under her arm, and her eyes are already on you causing a bashful smile to adorn your lips as you part your mouth to thank her.

“five minutes and thirty seconds, that’s a new low, y/n.”

your head snaps across the table, your gaze catching riri’s before sliding beside her to catch monet’s, their eyes are twinkling in mischief and you slightly pull away from shuri, ignoring her groan of protest as the heat crawls up your cheeks. you roll your eyes at the two girls before you’re biting out, “i was literally about to greet you, impatient ass niggas.”

your voice is light and teasing, knowing that your sight was tunnel-visioned on shuri from the moment you spotted her, the two girls let out noises of indignation and the smile grows on your face at being in the presence of the people you love. the conversation is flowing nicely, filled with laughter, and flying topics, shuri’s head drops to your neck as she moves her arm from around your shoulders to wrap around your waist, pulling you so close to her that you are almost in her lap.

the two girls are unphased, having witnessed the plausible sexual tension between both of their friends an infinite number of times, and you feel yourself melting into shuri’s firm grip. the warmth from her hands is seeping into your skin as she draws circles on your exposed waist, and a light laugh leaves your lips, fluttering along monet’s disbelieving cackle as you set down your empty coffee cup.

you lift your gaze to hers, smirking, before smoothing your hands over your skirt, seeing shuri reach for your unopened muffin from the corner of your eye, before monet speaks between her giggles, “he said that to you? he couldn’t have been serious.”

you laugh again before deadpanning at the girl, “the audacity of men is always that serious, mo.”

shuri snorts beside you, breaking off a piece of the warm baked good and popping it in her mouth, your eyes fixed on the clench of her jaw as she chews, feeling the heat lick at your skin as you stare.

“uyaphambana [he's audacious]. he should’ve known not to try anything with you.”

you raise your eyebrow at her, the heat between your legs burning at the dark and cocky tone coating the arguably possessive words, “what do you even mean by that?”

when shuri’s gaze slowly cuts to yours, she’s lifting a piece of the chocolate treat to your lips, your mouth dropping open on its own, and her fingers brush against your lips when she deposits the treat into your awaiting mouth. her eyes are intense, and her grip tightens on your waist as she watches you chew slowly.

there’s ringing in your ears and the only thing on your mind is shuri; how her dark eyes take in your face, how her hand is firmly kneading your skin, her long fingers digging into your softness as she mumbles the words to you.

“swallow for me, baby.”

you do as you’re told, her free hand coming to rest on your thigh before it slides up and down the skin there, lightly tapping your knee to urge you to unclench your legs, her long fingers falling between your legs and settling high there. when someone clears their throat aggressively, you’re flinching in humiliation, turning to see riri and monet looking visibly irritated.

“might as well fuck in front of us too.” riri mumbles under her breath, sending you into a coughing spree as your breath catches at her words.

shuri squeezes you, her hand lifting to rub your back as she chuckles, quickly retorting about how the two girls would ‘enjoy the show too much’. and monet quickly teases back, murmuring in agreement, slyly commenting about how ‘hot you and y/n look together already’, gasping theatrically about how she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

you splutter in utter embarrassment, your cheeks hot as all three of them laugh at you, they loved to see you get embarrassed because it was so easy to get you there. your eyes roll as a smile teases your lips, threatening to break your annoyed façade, before you clear your throat, “shut the fuck up, are we still on for tonight?”

they let out hums of agreement as you check your phone, 17:53, and you’re picking up your trash as you hug everyone goodbye letting them know that you’re going to get ready.

shuri follows you out but when she makes a move to walk you home, you protest heavily, your hand lifting to lightly push against her stomach, the tense of her abs makes you pause before you look up at her.

“stop, babe. in case you forgot, your apartment is that way and i am fully capable of getting back on my own.”

she hesitates before reluctantly agreeing, you laugh and spin to walk away, feeling her eyes follow your figure as you walk. when your door shuts behind you and you catch the giddy smile on your face in the mirror, one you must’ve showcased the entire walk back, it’s like a slap in the face.

you and shuri dance around each other like potential lovers but you know that would never happen, you wish you could chop it up to your own insecurities but truly it was because shuri never fails to draw a line between the two of you when things get too risky, too intimate.

honestly, it was tiring and a little hurtful, the push and pull between you, especially given how much you loved her – you wanted her so badly, absolutely ached to have her as your girlfriend and everyone seemed to know but her.

you sigh out loud, frustrated, you drop your tense shoulders and make your way to your wardrobe; you were going to dress absolutely wicked, get absolutely wasted, and possibly, but very unlikely, end up under someone tonight and completely forget about shuri udaku.

⤠

the sweat was shining on your body, your skin glittering under the lights as you danced with monet and the feeling is freeing, the music flowing through you like it was a part of you, guiding you in the crowd but you’re in your own world, unaware of the number of eyes on you.

the figure that steps behind you is ignored by you too, their body shifting to match the rhythm of your already moving waist, and unbeknownst to you, riri, sitting next to shuri at the bar, spares the wakandan queen a nervous glance. even she knew that your actions were intentional, aiming to provoke shuri, somehow. she didn't know whether to commend you for your bravery or cuss you (and shuri) out for the obtuse display of stupidity.

shuri feels like she’s in a trance as her gaze sweeps over your moving figure, the smile on your lips so fucking devastating that it makes her mind viciously buzz with static, her eyes darkening as they settle on the material on your hips steadily rising with your every movement.

and she can feel the panther inside her simmering under her skin, she was livid. she downs her whiskey before setting it roughly on the kitchen counter forcing herself to calm down, you weren’t hers.

but seeing you so familiar with some stranger when you had hardly even acknowledged her tonight made her feel wrong as if something was missing, it had her feeling on edge in a way she hasn’t in a very long time. she doesn’t even realise how long she’s been silently seething until she’s hearing you, hearing your pretty voice travel through her, gliding into her senses accompanied by your sweet scent.

“why are you just sitting here, ri? it’s not like we’re at a party or anything.”

you grab riri’s hands, moving to stand in front of the small girl who rolls her eyes at your sarcasm before snarkily responding, and it makes you snort. monet moves to sit in the seat next to riri, opposite to the side shuri sat on, dropping her head to rest in the ri's neck. you fiddle with the girl’s rings nervously, actively trying to ignore the certain presence near you.

but when you see movement out of the corner of your eye, you stiffen slightly, having been overtly aware of her attention on you since you had walked over to the pair, quickly forcing yourself to resist acknowledging her – despite her burning, and alluring gaze being fixed on you the entirety of the night.

riri and monet are staring at you amusingly, your actions were obvious to them, and it made you glare at them before clearing your throat, subtly stepping away from riri’s seated figure to try to slide yourself between her and monet, further away from shuri.

and that made the panther snap.

before you can blink, shuri is standing, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she tugs you against her frame, your breath stutters as she stands with your back pressed against her chest and slides her hands to wrap around your body.

her hand interlaces over yours, coming to rest over your stomach while the other is placing itself on the dip of your hip, her thumb pressing into the flesh of your upper ass, and she’s leaning her head down to your ear, her breath making you shiver.

“walk.”

the command is accompanied by a firm press of her hand, one that makes your thighs clench tightly, and one that wasn’t needed because your body is moving before she can even exhale. the crowd gently parts for the both of you, everyone seems to sense the tension rolling off the dangerously powerful woman behind you, sparing a nosy glance before going back to enjoying their night out.

once shuri’s got you in a seemingly abandoned hallway in the furthest corner of the huge house the party was being hosted in, she’s swiftly pressing you into the wall, her hands on either side of your head as she leans down to glare into your eyes, your figure shrinking at the intensity in them.

“you’re pissing me off, baby.”

her voice is even, and low, so low, it makes you wonder what she’d sound like getting lost in devouring you, and god, she sounded so hot, the heat in your stomach flickering wildly. the music sounded far away, and it makes you realise just how far off from the centre of the party you both were, and that makes you clench in anticipation.

your mouth parts at her words, your eyes narrowing in disbelief, you were pissing her off? you can feel a different heat lick at your throat, one of impulse, of defiance. and shuri sees it coming before it happens, your chin raising ever so slightly as your eyebrow lifts in a challenge, but she’s too shocked to intercept you, “i do what i want, panther.”

the words were spat from your mouth carrying a heavy sneer and the use of her title provokes shuri. a heavy heat spiking under her skin and she can feel herself vibrating with the need to claim you, fuck you into knowing exactly what she was to you, what you were to her, to them.

she wraps her hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to provoke a sharp gasp out of you, tilting your jaw as she pulls your face so close to her own that you can feel her heavy breaths on your lips, feel the tremble in her body as she practices self-control, “you better fucking behave, y/n.”

her tone rings warning bells in your head but you want her to break the line, to unapologetically snap herself into ravaging you, so your voice is teasing when you speak, “or else what? what are you going to do if i don’t? spank me?”

suddenly, you’re facing the wall, shuri’s manhandling you like she owned you, her chest roughly pressing against your back before her hand is rearing back and slapping the skin of your ass, and the loud moan you let out is of shock, your pussy clenching at the impact. there's silence as she pauses, your breathing heavy and you're so wet.

her hand is simply rubbing over the muscle, but when you slightly arch, presenting yourself to her. she’s letting out a strained grunt, before repeating her previous actions, once then twice, and on the third, you let out a desperate whimper trying to push back into her hits, her hands on you feeling like the redemption you didn't know you needed, but she’s pinning you to the wall with her other hand.

“be fucking good.”

her voice is rough, and gravelly as she continues spanking you, her big hands soothing the skin after every hit despite her harsh tone. you’re a whimpering, desperate mess and it makes shuri ache, you were everything she needed. the thought makes her last slap heavier, itching to hear a break within your pretty sounds and she does – the heavy gasp you let out breaking sinfully around its pitch, trailing off into a wet whimper, and it’s music to her ears.

her hand circles your stinging cheek, massaging the soft muscle as she drops her nose to your neck, your scent invading her senses as she runs it along your neck, smirking slightly at the goosebumps she leaves in her trail. shuri slides her hand down to the hem of your skirt, pausing for a breath or two, to feel you squirm before slipping her fingers between your legs, groaning when she feels the wetness along your inner thighs.

you feel her other hand press on your lower back, lightly pressing you into an arch before she moves it to rest along the hem of your skirt, your cheek pressing into the coolness of the wall as you feel her hand leave your thighs. your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you can feel the pulsing beats travelling through the heavy pump of your veins before settling, painfully in the heat between your legs.

and then she’s sliding your skirt up your thighs achingly slow, and you clench your thighs tightly when you remember just where you two were, a whimper escaping your lips as you squirm, your knees rubbing together as you realise just how exposed you were, anyone could walk passed and just see you.

“you embarrassed, baby?” her words are taunting and they make your eyes shut tightly, your back arching more into her before you whimper, her words print themselves into your psyche, lull you into a blanket of safety that only she could wrap you in, “you don’t want them to hear you give yourself to me? see you dripping onto the floor like my bratty little slut?”

“please, please, shuri, i’ll be so good, please just touch me.”

your words are broken, coming out in incoherent, needy jumbles that make shuri hum as she fixes your skirt on your hips, the material bunching around your waist and it makes you so vulnerable, so available to prying eyes, and the thought makes you drip. everyone would know, know who you belonged to if they were to set their eyes on the scene and the notion makes your hips buck in her grip, hearing the amused chuckle she breathes into the tense air.

"such a desperate, needy girl hm."

when shuri leans against you once again, her head is dropping to your neck before her hand slides down your ass to brush against your soaked panties, you jolt as she groans, rubbing her fingers in slow circles over your underwear, and your clit is pulsing under her attention. your head nods frantically as the sounds slip out of your lips, her hands finally touching you feeling like too much but too little at the same time, she was overwhelming you and she knew it.

“tell me you’re mine, princess.”

the words make you arch your back further, craving more from her, “i’m yours, i’m yours, only yours, shuri.” your voice is pleading, your hips circle to match her movements and shuri can smell the desperation off you and the sadistic side of her thrives in it, “mhmm, that’s right, s’thandwa.”

her hand momentarily leaves you to harshly slide your panties down your legs, and even when your instincts tell you to hide, you know you can’t, the material is sitting around your ankles, kissing your heels. shuri brings the hand that’s around your waist up to your jaw, shifting your gaze to connect with hers to watch your mouth drop open as she presses tight circles around your clenching entrance.

"keep those pretty eyes on me when i'm touching you, angel."

her eyes study the way your eyebrows scrunch, the way your chest heaves as she slips a finger into your warm walls, her own pussy clenching at how divine you felt. the breaths you’re heaving out are almost painful against your ribs, the drag of shuri’s fingers in you making the ball in your stomach expand painfully like she’s dragging you to your release.

“you gonna come for me, baby?” your head is nodding frantically, your mouth open as you gasp repeatedly, feeling so, so close, “you think you deserve it? you were so mean to me earlier, angel.” she’s cooing. her voice is taunting, tainted with a sweet, wicked venom as her fingers start to slow to a stop and you could sob with how desperate you were. the protests that fall from your lips are quickly silenced with the sharp look shuri sends you, the sheer dominance rolling off of her making your pussy clench tightly around her fingers, aching to keep her in there.

shuri grunts when she feels the welcoming clenches of your walls around her fingers, and she’s unable to resist the urge to give you one last harsh thrust that has you moaning out before withdrawing from you completely, turning your figure to face her. a smirk slides over her lips when she sees how open you are to her, to her touch and it quells the possessive fire inside her; you were hers.

slowly, she brings her hands to wrap around the ends of your long locs, lightly pulling them to make you look up at her before her eyes flicker between both of yours, bast, she was in love with you. you looked ruined, ruined by and for her, your lashes clinging together, your chest heaving and she leans down to breathe you in, her teeth sinking into the pillow of your lips, wishing to see them swell and bruise under the attention.

and her hand is back in your aching cunt, your wetness dripping down her arm makes her smirk at you and your hips are rocking against her fingers, your eyes never leaving hers as you moan unabashedly into her mouth, “my dirty little angel. let them hear you when you come for your love, yeah?” and you shake violently at how she refers to herself, your legs attempting to close around her arm, and she laughs at you.

your nails are digging into her forearms to ground yourself, your head so cloudy with the pleasure she was giving you that you don’t realise just how much your hips were needily thrusting against her hand, shuri watches you lose yourself in her and she can hear the predator purr in response, leaning down to lay several pecks on your unresponsive pretty lips.

“that’s it, baby. rock on me until you’re all pretty and hazy for me, giving me all that come because that’s all you’re good for, my love.”

her coos are low and whispered into you, lulling you like a siren call as her words call your release forward, your legs trying to shut around her strong arm as you weep, but she simply tuts, continuing her harsh thrusts in your sloppy heat, speaking praises into your open mouth, her gaze hungrily trailing over the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks, your eyes clenched as your vision blanked.

shuri drops her head to your neck, the warm kisses trailing along your skin bringing you back to her, your eyes blinking up at her as she pulls away to kiss on your face, coaxing a giggle out of you while she slides your skirt back down to cover you. her body is relaxed as she drops down to slip your underwear from your legs, sliding them into her pocket as she gently, lovingly kisses your knee.

you whine pathetically as you look down at her, “come kiss me.”

shuri's eyes roll as she stands to your height, her eyes narrowing at you and the pout adorning your puffy lips as a smile pulls at her own, “still so fucking bratty.”

she slides her hand to cradle the back of your head pulling you gently towards her, pausing as your breath hitches before her soft lips slide over yours. her emotions are spilling into the kiss and so are yours, you can taste the unsaid words, the restraint, the need, you can feel her love as she wordlessly presses it into you, and it makes overwhelmed tears spring from your shut eyes.

your hand blindly grasps for hers before weaving your fingers together, and shuri finds herself drawing a line to wrap around the both of you instead of redrawing the one keeping you from her.

oh, my love. it’s been a long road. but you never, never said if you’re letting me go, for sure. if you won’t let me go, then you gotta try, hold me close.

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#pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ.#shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri angst #shuri smut #shuri fluff #shuri x you #letitia wright #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri #queen shuri

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angryshortstacks · 1 year

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More tanthamore hcs to get you through the hiatus

- Jades love language is acts of service and kits is physical touch I think the show backs me up on this one.

- Kit is very pro PDA/ wants to touch Jade all the time, and Jades knightly duty instincts tell her it’s absolutely unacceptable to be seen doing that with the princess (but also like she totally wants to). So basically it balances out into the perfect amount of PDA, little touches, flirty looks, just being comfortable in each others presence. Like painfully obvious but not overbearing.

- Jade is really inquisitive so on the rare occasion she’s not training or with kit she goes to the library to read. She has this little corner where only kit knows where to find her and she just hunkers down there for a couple hours in sweet solitude. (also she has stolen books from the library stacked under her bed. You can’t change my mind).

- Kit on the other hand gives me inattentive ADD/ADHD vibes (probably just projecting but I don’t care). so this girl cannot sit down and read to save her life. However she does like listening to stories so Kit will put her head in Jades lap and she’ll read aloud to her

- Jade is super ticklish and kit absolutely uses that to her advantage.

- Because kits shorter she always hugs jade around the waist and Jade always hugs her around the shoulders. (Their HEIGHT DIFFERENNNCEE!!)

- In following funky little queer seating practices, when the gang is sitting around the fire late kit sits on the ground between Jades legs and leans back on her

- Jade is purposefully romantic. Like she’ll plan a whole romantic evening top to bottom, making sure it’s at a time and place that’s convenient for kit. Or She’ll give kit handwritten letters she spent hours writing.

- Kit is accidentally romantic. Like she’ll randomly grab jade and drag her off to watch at the sunset just because it looks cool and she wants to do it with her. She doesn’t really write notes but she’ll randomly blurt out the most romantic sweet things that make Jade go weak in the knees.

- I’ve seen posts about this already but kit head butting jade for affection 🥺

- kit kissing jades nose because she always wrinkles it in the most adorable way

- KIT SITTING IN JADES LAP!!

- Despite having a lot of top energy Jade is still fairly shy so Kit will very often makes her flustered and she flushes bright red and hides her face in her hands.

- Jade very easily scooping kit off her feet anytime she’s being a little shit.

- Jade has a sweet tooth kit has always indulged

- Tanthamore feels like the couple that tell each other everything (in spirit of the truth plums) so if you tell one of them a secret it comes with the preface from kit of “Jade is also now your secret holder. I am absolutely telling her” and Jade “kit will find a way to force it out of me”

- last but certainly not least: Kit is a bratty bottom and Jade is a service top I will take NO criticism.

#willow 2022 #y’all thought I was done lmao #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #willow #tanthamore #kit tanthalos x jade claymore #kit x jade #erin kellyman #lesbian #ruby cruz #renew willow #willow disney+#save willow #jade claymore x kit tanthalos #willow series

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magicalink · 1 year

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❥Perfect Sister

"Bye mom" you exclaim before she steps out of the kitchen. She was all dressed up in her traditional clothes, ready to head off to the family Shrine.

You didn't let her go to work without saying goodbye to her, and wishing her good luck, not even a single day.

"Remember to eat the lunch I made for you!" You say as she steps back and leans down to let you kiss her goodbye.

"Of course, honey. You shouldn't have bothered" she smiles and pats your head. You nod, smiling back at her, receiving her caress, your soft cheeks blushing out of contentment.

"It's not a bother!"

"You push yourself too much," your mom says "Don't get late to school! I love you, goodbye!" She tells you, and then she finally leaves.

You sigh.

She is such a wonderful woman. And beautiful, on top of that. With her precious pink hair swaying down her shoulders, his deep purple eyes, and her charming smile. You really love her. She deserved the best, and you are willing to do anything in order to get it for her.

Fortunately, it seemed that Ei, her new wife, thought the same as you and was proving to give her only the best.

You approved her as her wife.

At first, you were wary of her, but with time she showed you that she really loved your mother and treated her like a queen.

So all you could do for your mom was to be the perfect daughter, for her to have the perfect life, the perfect family she deserved. Which she had, you were pretty much the perfect family and you were super happy as you grew up, until you father died. After that, you felt it was your responsability to make her happy again. And that's where all your efforts went. It was hard when you two were alone, but now that you moved in with Ei and her son, this was an opportunity for a new beginning. For a perfect life and a perfect family together.

You are lost in your thoughts about how much you cared for your beloved mom when some heavy steps coming from the hallway get you out of them.

It's Kunikuzushi, Ei's son, your now stepbrother.

You had met him a long time ago, soon after Ei and your mom started dating. But you never got very close. He was a distant, taciturn person. A bit weird, you thought. But Ei always told you not to worry about him. She told you that he was like that with everyone, that he was just a bit bratty and to not pay attention to him.

It wasn't like he was mean to you or anything, quite the opposite, he was incredibly polite to you.

You even took a photo with him at your mothers' wedding. He was smiling on it.

You looked at it. It was laying on a portrait on the tea table in the living room.

You had this diplomatic, political relationship. Friendly but cold. Distant but polite.

But you soon discovered he wasn't like that with the rest of the people.

When you entered the same school Kunikuzushi attended, you soon became acquaintance with the fact that most people hated him. Both students and teachers. That honestly shocked you!

It was as if they were talking about a completely different person from the one you knew at home!

But it was true. The handsome, polite, chivalrous young man you met at Ei's house was the least popular guy in town. And there were good reasons for it.

You witnessed him being a prick to others, always smug and mistreating other people. All the girls agreed that despite being so wealthy and handsome, none of them would be willing to date him: he was a pain in the ass.

But he never treated you that way. He was always kind and friendly to you. Overly formal. You were the only person at school he didn't openly mistreat. And at home, he was especially polite when his mother was around.

Your classmates, some of them now your friends, are even more shocked at his attitude towards you. They had never seen the gloomy and bratty Kunikuzushi act as such a gentleman! He was the perfect brother for the perfect family your mother needed. None of you got over just how two-faced he could be.

All your friends told you to not get deceived by his kindness, that he was a total hypocrite. They all had known lil Kuni since he was in kindergarten: he was bratty and conceited and spoiled rotten by his mother in a material way and never did anything for others out of goodwill.

You were the only one who gave him a chance.

You think he is different from what he shows to people, that he can be nice if he really tries. You think that maybe he loves his mom just as much as you love yours, and that he is making this huge effort to get along with you for her.

To give her the perfect family you always wanted for yours.

So you try every day to be the perfect step-sister for him.

"Morning Kuni!" You greet him into the kitchen with a radiant smile "I made some lunch for you too" you say, handing him a paper bag with the bento you prepared for him.

He exhales a short sigh and looks carefully at your offering, slightly squinting his eyes.

"Thanks, Y/N," he says with an empty smile, tilting his head towards you and picking up the bag with hesitant fingers. Then he shuts his mouth and hurries to the door.

"Going early to school? Want to walk there together?" You ask him, maybe that would be a bonding time between you two.

"No!" He coughs "I mean, it's not necessary. I'm just gonna head up early. Take your time" he stutters a bit nervously, and just like that heads off, "And don't call me that" he adds with another rigid smile and a twitching eye before closing the door.

You let out a small sigh. Right, you always forget he doesn't want you to call him Kuni. But you were just trying to get closer to him! Besides, his name is too long!

But there it is. That polite but empty relationship. He acted like the perfect brother. But you never had genuine interactions with him. He never let you into his heart. Was it because his true nature was being that crabby little brat he was at school and he was containing himself with you? Or was he just a shy and spiky tsundere that scared people away? You didn't know.

You know all these life changes aren't easy for him. They aren't easy for you either. You assume he still has some bottled-up feelings about his mother marrying yours and having you into his life, his house, and his school. You just hoped that someday he realizes that you are there for him, willing to be the perfect sister to help him cope with the situation and make this assembled family happy.

If only he let you in, you would be there to support him.

As you thought about this, you cleaned the whole kitchen and did the dishes. After that, you went to pick up your school bag and your shoes. You make sure you have everything you need before leaving.

You can't help but keep thinking how different Kunikuzushi was from his mother. From the ridiculous difference in the length of their names to their treatment towards you.

Ei welcomed you from the beginning. She seemed to genuinely like you, and always smiled at you and praised you. She really appreciated how much you helped at home, and was ecstatic about your grades at your new school and how your friends really liked you.

She treated you like the daughter she never had and her new pride and joy.

You sigh, placing a hand on your chest as you walk to school, the pleasant warmth of the morning sun comforting you.

Maybe nobody realizes it, but it isn’t easy being the perfect daughter and sister. In fact, it is really tiring. But you think it’s worth it!

Your mom, the most important person is happy.

Ei is also happy.

Also are your friends and your teachers.

Thus, you are happy too.

It seemed that the only one who was never happy was Kunikuzushi, always distant from everyone, isolated in his shell of fake smiles and exaggerated tantrums.

You pity him, no one else understands him. You know he must have some unresolved issues, just like everyone else.

You just want him to know you are there for him.

Since he is so kind to you, you think that someday he will open up and show you his true feelings.

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#genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #scara x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer smut

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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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Hi, I wonder what her daddy’s would do if she did something „bad“ but also something to worry about?

Like eating a lot more Christmas cookies then she was allowed to and now ofc her stomach hurts. Would she be in time out or how would they handle it? ☺️

Merry Christmas to you!!! 🎄

And a Merry Christmas SUPER late right back to you, Nonnie!! So I think I've established that I'm very slow at responding to asks (and this is my first night off since Christmas YIKES), and for that I apologize and thank you all for your patience. I know you asked for Christmas cookies here but since we're so far past Christmas, I'm using iced sugar cookies. But you can totally pretend they're trees and snowflakes and reindeer if it makes you happy! <3

Also, if you’ve submitted an ask for a story, I will get to it, I promise! Thank you in advance for your patience <3

How the Cookie Crumbles

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, reader is bratty due to an extreme sugar high, scolding, upset tummy (nothing else along those lines, I promise), scared reader, angry Steve, runny nose and blowing it, gentle discipline, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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This was pretty close to exactly what Heaven was like. It had to be.

You inhaled deeply. A fresh batch of sugar cookies had just come out of the oven, and you hopped down off your little kitchen step stool and leaned towards the still-hot tray in Steve's hand, lured in by the siren's call of its intoxicating smell.

There was a big Avengers Family get together/potluck tomorrow, and you three had been assigned desserts. Once you heard that, you badgered your daddies incessantly to make cookies for everyone, because in your mind there was literally no better dessert in the whole entire world. They had given in, but had not anticipated the lengths that your cookie craving would take you to...or how much you would live up to your nickname.

"Trouble," Bucky warned for the 32nd time in the last hour as you took a step towards the stove. You instantly stood up straight, looking at him with your widest and most innocent Bambi eyes.

"What?" you asked adorably, tilting your head. Bucky's eyes just narrowed at you. "I was just SMELLING 'em, Daddy!" He rolled his eyes.

"Quit trying to get close to the pan," he scolded, ignoring your excuse. "You're gonna get burned."

"No, I'm not!"

"Katie," Steve said this time, in HIS warning voice, turning to face you as he set the pan down on the stovetop to cool. "We've been having lots of fun decorating these cookies. Please don't start being naughty and make us stop."

"Not bein' naughty."

"Arguing and talking back to Daddy and me is being very naughty, and you know it."

Unable to refute that, you huffed and crossed your arms, pouting with all your might. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you as he stepped in closer. "Guess this means it's time to stop decorating," he said evenly, reaching for you. You instantly dropped the pout and your arms.

"No, no! I sorry, I be good!" you pleaded. "Please can we decorate more please?"

"You gonna stop being naughty and do as you're told?"

"Yes, yes! I sorry Daddy! I be good."

"Okay, then. We can do some more. But-"

"YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!"

"BUT-" Bucky said loudly, over your cheering. "You be on your best behavior, got it, Trouble?"

"Got it, Daddy!"

"Alright. Get your cute little butt back up here."

All attitude forgotten, you hopped back onto your stool gleefully. Steve turned to Bucky, smirking at his husband. “You believe me now that she’s had too many cookies?” he asked as he crossed his arms, grinning.

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully, but before he could answer, you chimed in. “NEVER!!” you shrieked dramatically, ruining your theatricality with a giggle. “Never too much cookies!” You jumped off the stool again, and started racing around the kitchen island. Steve tilted his head with his favorite I told you so look as Bucky heaved a world-weary sigh.

“Okay, yeah, you might be on to something,” Bucky conceded grumpily, his eyes never leaving you as you continued your sugar-crazed laps. You’d only had 2 cookies....and the 2 that he didn’t let Steve see you sneak. That he was very much starting to regret now. Along with all the tastes of the decorations. Oh geez. “We gonna finish these or are you gonna keep practicing for the Indy 500, munchkin?” he called out loudly to you. He chuckled as you screeched to a halt and climbed back up on your stool. You reached out a finger to dip in the delicious soft pink icing you’d been using to frost the cookies, but Steve’s hand stopped you.

“No, no more taste testing, angel,” he said firmly but gently. “You’ve had enough sugar for today. And possibly tomorrow. And the next month.”

“But I gotta test it, Papa! It could be poisoned.”

“It hasn’t been poisoned since the last time you tested it. Or the other 3 times before that, either.”

“You can never be too sure,” you replied back solemnly. Steve just brought your fingers to his smiling lips, giving them a quick kiss before leaning in so you were practically nose to nose.

“No more sugar tonight, Katie,” he said in his no-nonsense voice. It was your turn to sigh heavily and dramatically.

“Yes, Papa,” you conceded in a hang-dog tone, before letting your eyes slide over to Daddy, and going full Bambi on him. Bucky pretended he didn’t see as he picked up another cookie and started smearing icing on it. You gave up, and turned your attention back to the rainbow sprinkle decorations, and once you were sufficiently distracted, Steve and Bucky silently made eye contact as well as a game plan to get you down off your sugar high before bedtime.

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An hour later, you were wrapped in your rainbow blanket on your daddies’ bed, sprawled out over both Steve and Bucky, watching Tangled. Your head was upside down on Bucky’s right thigh, watching the movie intently, while your right foot was propped up on Steve’s shoulder. Usually, there was something about that movie that could put you right to sleep- a trick they often employed when you were fussy at nap time- but you had so much sugar in your system that you were wide awake, and flopping around every few minutes in whatever weird position struck your fancy to get comfortable again.

In truth, you were thinking about all those delicious cookies, so pretty with the sprinkles and icing and chocolate chips and colored sugar....”Gotta go potty,” you suddenly declared, rolling over Bucky and off the edge of the bed. Bucky caught you with his lighting quick reflexes before you hit the floor. He chuckled as he set you upright.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Trouble,” he teased as he let you go. You giggled and raced away to the bathroom down the hall instead of theirs, hollering that you’d be right back. You didn’t really need to go, but you had a plan...

You tiptoed into the kitchen, quietly climbed onto your stool still next to the kitchen island...and there they were. A whole big plate of frosted heaven just begging for you to eat them.

Well, what else were you supposed to do?

After the 3rd cookie, your face was covered in frosting and your stomach was starting to hurt. You bit your lips against the whimper that wanted to escape. Your tummy was really gurgly, but you couldn’t tell Papa or Daddy. If you got caught, you were going to be in so much trouble. There was only one thing left to do.

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Steve and Bucky had just finished the scene where Flynn and Rapunzel escaped out of the cave. Bucky chuckled, thinking how much you loved to reenact it when you were swimming at Tony’s. It suddenly dawned on him you’d been gone longer than you should have been. He looked over at his husband. “She should have been back by now,” he said nonchalantly. After exchanging a quick look, they both bound out of bed. Bucky headed straight for the bathroom, but Steve headed for the kitchen. Once he saw the crumbs and the gap on the cookie plate, his suspicion was confirmed. He put his hands on his hips, angry.

“Kaitlyn!” he bellowed. When he didn’t hear you respond, his eyes started scanning the area for any indication of where you might have gone. He took a deep breath, trying to tame the anger he felt at your disobedience. Finally, his super soldier hearing caught the tiniest rustling sound from your bedroom. He stormed his way over. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room when he didn’t immediately see you. You weren’t in the pile of blankets at the foot of your bed, nor under your bed, you weren’t in the mountain of stuffies in the corner...then his eyes landed on the closet. It was open just a crack.

Steve got to the door and yanked it open, and sure enough, there you were. Huddled on the ground in the fetal position, pinching your eyes shut tight. Because if you didn’t see him, he wasn’t there, right? But you could still hear his weighty exhale.

“Young lady, get out here right now,” Steve ordered. You just whimpered and curled in tighter on yourself. Instantly, he realized something was wrong. “Hey,” he said in a much softer and gentler voice, kneeling down. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

The sudden calmness and change in demeanor did you in. You tearfully peeked one eye open. “Cookie Monster, Papa,” you whispered.

Papa’s eyebrows raised. “What do you mean, ‘cookie monster’, honey?” he asked carefully, unsure of what you meant.

“Cookie Monster in my tummy,” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut in both shame and pain as your stomach rumbled again.

“Oh boy,” Papa said, and you could hear a lightness that wasn’t there before in his tone. “You ate too many cookies, and now you have a cookie monster in your tummy?” You nodded pathetically.

“I sowwy,” you whispered, keeping your eyes shut to block out the disappointment you just knew was on his face. Instead, you felt his strong arms scoop you up and lift you, then transport you to your bed. He laid down beside you on the bed, putting you on your back. You tried to turn away so you wouldn’t have to face him.

“Nuh-uh, none of that,” Papa said softly, turning you back. He started rubbing your tummy gently, and when you tried to push his hand away, he carefully moved your hands so they wouldn’t interfere. “This will help, angel,” he said. You just kept your eyes shut tight and tried not to cry. You felt one hand move to your forehead and linger there, as if he was checking your temperature to make sure it was just a stomach ache and nothing more. Once he was satisfied, you felt him relax as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and resumed rubbing your stomach.

You peeked one eye open again when you heard Bucky at the door frame. It only took him a second to realize what had happened. You squeezed your eye shut again as he pinched his lips in irritation of your naughtiness, but you missed the concern that came immediately after it. “Buck, can you please go get her some Alka Seltzer?” Papa asked calmly, and you heard Daddy turn to go.

“Now, baby,” Papa began in his light tone. “What did we say about no more sugar tonight?”

“N-not to,” you managed to get out, trying to wriggle away again as the scolding started. Steve’s hands gently pinned you down again.

“Stop,” he said calmly, but with a firmness that you knew better than to argue with. Once you stopped wiggling around, he put one arm underneath you to cradle you, and used the other hand to resume rubbing...and the talking to continued. “That’s right. We said not to have any more sugar tonight. Now do you understand why we said no more?” You nodded and wiped your runny nose with the back of your hand. You felt a tissue pressed up against your nose. “Blow, please,” Papa said. You did as he asked, and he gently wiped. “I want to hear your words, baby.”

“Yes, Papa, I understand,” you said miserably. You carefully opened your eyes to see his crystal blue ones staring down at you kindly.

“Good girl.”

“Are you really mad at me?”

“I’m not happy that you chose to disobey,” he said evenly, but softly. “But you’re definitely learning the consequences of your actions, aren’t you?”

You moaned and turned your face into his chest. “Yeah,” you whined quietly. “Best behavior,” you mumbled again, shamefaced. “Won’t do it again, I mean it, Papa.”

“That’s right, baby, best behaviors will keep you from getting a cookie monster, or getting hurt, or lost. This is why you need to listen and obey when we tell you to do something. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Papa. I sowwy.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, squeezing you gently. “You’re forgiven.” Just then, Daddy returned with the glass of the bubbly water. You wrinkled your nose and glared at the medicine. They made you take Alka Seltzer before when you’d had a rumbly tummy, and even though it helped you still didn’t like the bubbles that tasted salty to you.

Daddy shook his head as he sat down at your feet. “None of that, Trouble,” he chided gently, but with a smile. “You brought this on yourself. Drink up.” He grinned as you wrinkled your nose just once more, before sitting up and taking the glass. You swallowed the fizzy water as quickly as you could before flopping back against Papa’s arm with a theatrical groan. “At least all those cookies didn’t hurt your flair for the dramatic,” he teased. He leaned in and took the glass from your hand, silently exchanging a look with Papa, before turning his eyes back to you.

“Alright, Trouble, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Daddy said. “You know when you disobey, you get a timeout, right?”

“Yeah,” you replied miserably. You really didn’t want to sit in the corner, but there was no doubt you’d earned it.

“Well, we’re not going to do that tonight since you obviously are learning your lesson and don’t really need the time to think about what you’ve done. You’re gonna come back to our bed and sleep with us tonight, so we can keep an eye on your tummy.”

“On the Cookie Monster?”

“The...what?” Daddy asked, looking up at Papa for clarification. Steve gave him a look that said just go with it. “Okay, on the...cookie monster,” Daddy continued. “But no more cookies for the rest of the week. And that includes dinner with everyone tomorrow. If you’ve been good and don’t try to steal any more cookies, we’ll talk about having them again next week. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Alright then. Wanna go finish Tangled?”

Too exhausted by the stomach ache and the sugar crash to do much more, you nodded into Papa’s chest, your thumb heading straight for your mouth. Papa quickly replaced it with a paci as Daddy pulled out a soft blue nightdress and scooped up Jellybean. They took you back to their room, and by the time they’d changed you into your pajamas and cuddled you back in between them, you were sound asleep to the soft music of the beautiful floating lights.

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astaraels · 1 month

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Omg, I’d love to hear more about the galladads/starr verse universe!!! ❤️ what would mick and ian be like at the first school event they go to with starr? A little outta place over protective dads?! ❤️❤️

Oh man, I feel like they'd feel so out of place because they're so obviously not her parents, but her bio parents disowned her and so somehow through the magic of fanfic they're able to at least become her legal guardians. (it probably takes a LOT of paperwork considering prison time and all that but this is fiction I do what I want!)

So Ian is insistent that they dress nice to make a good impression and Mickey doesn't see why his regular clothes are a problem but he puts on a nice button up anyway (and Ian ties a tie for him <3) and Starr is so chill okay—fuck you guys she's not nervous or anything—and they go to her school, talk to her teachers and everything

They are glad to see a couple of other kids that say hi to her in the hallway and everything, and she's all quiet and a little bit shy (aka the exact opposite of her regular personality—she first showed up all anxious and angry when the guys took her in, but she's gotten to be pretty bubbly and boisterous and really come out of her shell lately) and Ian tries to give Mickey a Look™ about it but Mickey is just worried about the kid

And thankfully Starr enrolled at school after she's started taking blockers and such, and she's socially presenting as a girl, so she doesn't have a lot of people misgendering her like they did at her old school, although anyone who does will be very quickly corrected—it'd probably be teachers since they'd be more aware of the situation? But most of her teachers are pretty chill and call her Starr and use she and all that

But yeah anyone steps a toe outta line and the guys have got her back. Like I said before Mickey would walk into this knowing nothing about trans stuff, but same as with Ian's bipolar he would do his research because it's important to the people he considers family, and they've very quickly accepted her into their family

But I do think that there's probably some stupid assholes who give Starr a hard time at school (as there always is) and Mickey gets super protective of her—he's there to pick her up and makes sure the bullies get a good look at him, knuckle tats and all, so they know exactly what they've got coming if they mess with his kid (not that Ian is above giving asshole bullies a good punch in the face, but "they're teenagers, Mick, you can't hit them!" "you think they know that? fuck no")

Also he tells Starr that if she's gotta then she can tell people she lives with ex-cons so that the bullies get scared away (she tells him that no, she'll fight her battles, and Mickey's like "okay then I'm at least gonna teach you how to throw a punch" and poor Ian gets to be the punching bag 😂)

I feel like they'd try to help build up her confidence and give her the tools to protect herself, you know? Especially because they want her to feel like she's safe in a world that's not always kind to people like her, and she deserves a chance at a good life. Ian also gets her signed up for like, boxing classes or something after school when she talked about being interested in doing something like that. But she also loves doing girly things like shopping, and Mickey endures the mall now and again for her sake (lbr he grumbles the whole time but he's there okay) and Ian always asks her to show them what she got since she clearly comes home all excited about it

I just love them letting her have the chance to be a kid and a teenager and give her a sense of autonomy while still trying to make sure she stays safe. They remember their own lives growing up and want her to have the best of everything that she can, especially with what she's already gone through. And yeah, she'd be a stubborn bratty kid sometimes but Ian had to deal with all his siblings, he's used to it :p he'd read parenting books for foster parents and figure out the best way to meet her where she's at, that sort of thing

okay I think that's all for now because this reply went on a lot longer than I expected but! I hope you enjoyed some more Starr verse ramblings! I love talking about her she's my new favorite OC tbh

#Starr verse #I feel like the biggest takeaway is that they'd want her to have better than what they did and work to make sure it happens #galladads #gallavich #I answered this first thing when I woke up this morning so I hope it's at least somewhat coherent!!!

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smiley-babe · 2 years

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Spit Roasted

Hanma x Reader x Kisaki

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠ Warnings: choking, spanking, mean dom Shuji and Tetta, (pet names: princess, baby girl, baby), sub reader, pussy drunk Shuji, face fucking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, master and daddy usage, degradation (use of slut, bitch), spitting, aftercare, oral (m + f receiving), overstimulation, creampies, slight sub Shuji (if you squint), slight dumbification, soft ending hehe

Summary: It’s not often that these two team up, but when they do it doesn’t look good for you.

Wc: 3.9k

An: This is super duper dedicated to @satorhime !! Told you I was gonna write this shit for you .-. It’s still “fuck Kisaki” out here baby but I really enjoyed writing this! Besos my love ❤️

How you ended up in a poly relationship with two dangerous criminals named Hanma Shuji and Kisaki Tetta you have no idea. But they don’t seem like criminals to you. Their touches a majority of the time are gentle and they’re so good to you, so protective. It’s like having two guard dogs for boyfriends.

What also confuses you is how they’re able to share you. The way their personality is set up, they both are selfish selfish men. They don’t know what the fuck sharing is. But when you couldn’t pick between them, this was their solution.

There are times where they can get a little violent towards each other when the other is being a little too greedy. This was not one of those days.

When Shuji comes home, brass knuckles coated in blood and a splatter of it on his white tee, which he’s pissed about, he didn’t expect to see this.

“Please Tetta faster!,” you cry out while sitting on the counter as Kisaki plunges himself deep into your cunt. Your fingers card through his hair as he marks your neck and fulfills your request, hips pistoning faster into you. The squelch of your pussy is loud, embarrassing almost.

Shuji chuckles and tosses the brass knuckles. “Oh yeah? This what we doing now?” He approaches you two and your eyes widen.

“U- uh h- hi baby,” you try to greet him in between your moans.

Shuji tilts his head and has a scowl on his handsome face. “Oi! Kisaki stop hogging her!”

Kisaki doesn’t stop his brutal pace. “Cum for me pretty baby.” He nips at your neck as he hits that specific gummy spot over and over.

Your toes are curling and your eyes are squeezed shut. It’s so close. You’re moaning lewdly, your legs wrap tighter around Kisaki’s waist, and you’re almost pulling out his hair. If he wasn’t about to cum right now he would have punished you for tugging at his neatly combed hair.

His hips stutter as he feels you clench so tightly around him. “Fuck... gonna cum. Want you to take it all.” You nod frantically, also close to cumming. Before you can finish Kisaki’s strokes halt as he buries his seed deep into your fluttering cunt. He looks down at you with a smirk. “Oh, you didn’t cum? What a shame sweetheart.”

He pulls out and grins at Hanma while pulling up his sweats. “She’s all yours. Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” Shuji chuckles as you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to finish yourself. But you’re also nervous. Kisaki is usually pretty gentle during sex. Sweet pet names, doing what you ask of him, making sure you’re okay. But often he does things like this. Denies your orgasms, sometimes a face slap if you’re being bratty, does an extra sharp thrust that has you squirting on him. Kisaki doesn’t always show he’s going to be vindictive until it’s too late.

While Hanma is... very mean. Especially when he’s jealous. Which is why Tetta even initiated this. He knew Shuji would be home soon. He knew he would be pissed when he saw Tetta having some intimate time with you, leaving him out. And to top it off, because Shuji is mean, he’s going to be denying every single orgasm you think you’re going to have, so Tetta made sure you didn’t cum.

“You’ve been a dirty bitch huh y/n?” He pries your thighs open and watches Tetta’s cum ooze out of you. He hated to admit seeing you used like this turned him on. “Don’t I get a hello kiss?,” he glances up at you with a grin. But behind that grin is something sadistic.

“Of course Shuji.” You smile and kiss him gently. He deepens it and nibbles at your bottom lip. A whine draws from your mouth when he bites on your lip extra hard, almost drawing blood.

When he pulls away his eyes are heavy lidded with lust. Without hesitation he’s picking you up and walking to your bedroom. He eyes the marks on your neck that Tetta left and he gets even more annoyed.

He tosses you on the bed and starts undressing. “Take that shirt off. Want to see all of you.” You know damn well not to disobey him and take that and your bra off. He hovers over you, already very hard. “Let’s get this out of you yeah? Squeeze for me.” He watches more of Tetta’s cum dribble out of you. But it’s not enough. He takes a finger and starts scooping it out of you.

Your thighs close instinctively and he glares at you. “Shu it hurts.” His hand marked with the kanji, punishment, wraps around your neck and squeezes. Your legs finally part but he doesn’t let go as he finishes up his work.

“I want to eat this pussy so bad but you don’t fucking *smack* deserve it.” The sudden smack landing on your clit makes your body jolt. He taps his tip on your clit next and watches your expressions. Smirking to himself he removes his hand from your neck, watching you gasp for air.

“W- wait Shuji-” A gasp cuts you off as he starts shoving his flushed head through the first tight ring of muscles. Your fingers dig into his shoulder as he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out immediately. Taking Hanma is hard. He’s thick and long and always feels like he’s stretching the hell out of you. With his size he is not gentle with it.

Your whining as your hands push at his lower abdomen as he starts moving, thrusting deep and hard. Shuji doesn’t appreciate that all. He pulls out and looks around the room for a second. His eyes brighten when seeing what he’s looking for. He takes his belt and binds your hands then puts them above your head. “Move them and you won’t get to cum at all tonight. Got it slut?” You nod but that’s not enough for him. He grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes master. Won’t move. I promise.” He smirks and pats your cheek endearingly.

“Good bitch.” He plunges himself back in, having less resistance now. He knows you. He knows you like being treated like this by him. And god he loves treating you like this. The fact that you willingly let him treat you like an object is enough to have him throbbing. “Feel so nice in here. Just for me yeah?” With his cock head touching your cervix each slow deep thrust, you couldn’t even form the words. All you can let out is whimpers and moans. He smacks one of your breasts. “ ‘m talking to you. Listening? Or do I have to fuck you harder to get a fucking answer?”

“N- no please. ‘m- ‘m sorry. Just for you Sh- Shu.” That man is not bluffing. When he says he’ll do something he will do it.

He grins down at you evilly. “Fucking liar. Had no problem giving my pussy to that four eyed asshole.” His pace speeds up and you cry out, tears streaking your cheeks already. “Aww crying for me baby? Cry some more.”

His hands slap at any of your exposed skin. Your breasts, your thigh, your face. He doesn’t care. You need to learn your lesson. But he doesn’t even know what the lesson is anymore as he keeps pushing himself deeper into you.

Your body already feels so sore but the pleasure of him of him stretching your tight walls every time he slides back in is worth it. His pace stays slow, so you can feel everything. His golden eyes watch you cream around him.

Every thrust is brutal, even though it’s slow. “W- wanna cum. Please Shuji pleaseeee!” But he ignores your pleas and marks the other side of your neck that Tetta left untouched. That familiar knot is forming in your lower abdomen. With each stroke of his cock you feel even closer. It’s getting harder to hold back. Shuji groans when you tighten around him.

He absolutely knows you’re close. But he doesn’t slow his thrusts but instead speeds them up. Your nails scratch at his back and your legs wrap tightly around his waist. He doesn’t like that. His hands pry your legs open and pin them to the bed, reaching even deeper. You gasp and moan louder when his tip nudges right into your spot. “Makin a mess on me baby.” You can’t do it anymore.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you let out a string of expletives. Your cunt clenches around him so tightly that it makes it hard for him to keep going. “Fuck Shujiiii!” His hips stop moving as you pant hard.

When you open your eyes Hanma is frowning. “Did I tell you to fucking cum?” Oh shit, you messed up. And you know a punishment is coming. “Answer me slut! Did I tell you to cum?!”

You frantically shake your head. “No but I-”

He looks away from you. “Tetta!,” he calls out. Said man waltzes in with a smirk on his face.

“Yes Shuji?,” he asks, glancing down at you who is trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm and fear. His arms are crossed and he wears an amused expression on his face.

“Looks like we need to train her again. She’s not listening.” Tetta chuckles and approaches you. He grabs your face gently.

“Aww baby. Not listening to Shuji again? Ya know he doesn’t like that,” he coos condescendingly.

You pout at him, bottom lip wobbling. “ ‘m sorry daddy. Please I didn’t mean to.”

“Ah ah. Don’t apologize to me sweetheart. Apologize to Shuji.” He turns your face to look at the man above you who is still seething.

Shuji likes that you tear up a little from how mad he looks. “Sorry Master. I didn’t mean to cum. Just felt so good.” You try to soothe him by caressing his face, hands still bound by his leather belt. A little smile tugs at his lips.

“Still need to be taught a lesson princess. You won’t get off that easy.” He pulls out of you, making you whine. “What do you think her punishment should be Tetta?”

“How bout she take both of us like the good slut I know she is.” Your eyes widen. You’ve never taken both of them. They were both too greedy to fuck you together. Both too possessive. But it scares you to even think about taking both of them. Both kings of overstimulation or orgasm denial. Both men having an unrelenting thrusting pace that leaves you sore for days. It’s a miracle you can still walk.

Shuji looks at him with a raised brow. “Oh yeah? Think she can handle it?”

“I know she can,” Tetta says with a smirk.

Shuji is already moving your body on all fours. “W- wait! I don’t think I can-”

Tetta tsks at you. “You’re not in any position to make demands sweetheart. I suggest you shut up and take your punishment. Don’t wanna piss your master off even more do ya?”

You glance back at Shuji who’s on his knees behind you. “Be a good girl and maybe you can get a reward after.” He spanks your ass and you whimper. Tetta has his sweats pulled down, already hard and throbbing.

His soft hands grip your face gently. “Open that pretty mouth baby.” Just then Shuji spits on your pussy making you gasp. He smears the saliva with his fingers.

“Don’t even need this. Already so fuckin’ wet.” He flattens his tongue and licks a stripe starting from your clit up. You moan lewdly as Tetta rubs his head on your tongue.

“Look pretty just for us baby.” His compliment makes you clench around Shuji’s fingers that probe your entrance. The taste of Tetta’s precum hits your tongue which makes you wrap your lips around his head. “Just like that,” he hisses.

Shuji’s fingers hook up inside you, hitting a particular spot over and over that has you moaning around Tetta’s cock. But he pulls them out and replaces it with his tongue. He can’t help it. You taste too good to him. He loves going down on you more than he likes shoving his cock down your throat. “Tastes good baby. Thanks for the meal,” he murmurs before diving back into your cunt.

Meanwhile Tetta is trying to get you to take him deeper. He’s trying to be nice because he’s the nice guy in the relationship but it’s wearing thin at this point. “More y/n. I know you can do it.” Tears brim in your eyes as he nudges the back of your throat. It constricts around him as you gag. “C’mon baby. Know you can take more than that.” He’s back to cooing at you in a mean way.

Tetta’s fingers grip your jaw as he forces you to take more of him. Your eyes roll back as Shuji starts thrusting his tongue into you. But he pulls away, knowing you don’t deserve to cum on his face right now. You’re being reconditioned and only get rewards afterwards. So he gets on his knees and strokes himself a few times while lining himself up.

“Doing so good baby,” Tetta groans as you gag around him some more, trying very hard to breathe through your nose. When Shuji finally thrusts into you it makes you sputter on Tetta’s cock, a moan trying to force it’s way up your throat. Tetta pulls his cock out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.

The sheer force of Hanma’s hips have you in tears already. The stretch burns slightly but the pain is replaced by how good he hits your spot every time. “Fuuuuck Shuji,” you cry out as he smirks.

“Take all of it slut.” His hands are leaving big red marks on your ass as he slaps it repeatedly. “Just suckin me in like that,” he groans and curses as he loses himself completely in your dripping pussy.

“Look at me baby girl,” Tetta coaxes. And god he almost loses it when you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Lashes wet and tears brimming over your lash line. “Open,” he commands. When you open your mouth and stick your tongue out he feels so proud. He didn’t even have to ask you. Tetta spits into your open mouth as you moan louder from Shuji’s merciless strokes. His tip is back on your tongue, smearing his spit with yours. “Gotta make daddy cum or master won’t let you cum. Isn’t that right Shuji?”

Said man is half listening, too pussy drunk to care about anything else. “Mmhmm. Only cum when daddy cums. Fuck this pussy is good,” he moans out fucking deeper into you making you gasp and cry out.

You wished your hands weren’t still bound. It would be easier to make Tetta cum because he loves how your hands feel around his cock. So you try to focus as you take his tip into your mouth. Shuji’s grip on your hips is almost bruising as he continues to pound himself into you.

Tetta takes the initiative and starts thrusting into your mouth again. Drool spills from your lips every time he fucks himself back in. One of his hands grip your hair and he goes faster. The stimulation is too much. Your choking on sobs and Tetta’s dick at the same time. “Fuck gonna make me cum!,” Shuji grunts as he slaps your ass hard.

“Don’t fucking cum yet,” Tetta warns him with a glare.

Hanma is trying hard. He really is but he is mesmerized at this point. “Can’t hold it. Fuck I’m cumming.” But Kisaki’s hand around his neck makes him stop his thrusts completely.

“I said not to cum.” He uses an even sterner tone than before. Shuji feels like he’s going to melt. His cock twitches inside you and bites his lip to suppress a whine. Tetta keeps fucking your mouth, slowly while his hand stays around Shuji’s neck.

“Do it harder,” Shuji grunts. Even though Tetta is looking down at you his fingers squeeze harder per Shuji’s request. It takes a lot out of Shuji to keep going while not cumming. He didn’t think he would like something like this. He’s always been on top but then there’s Tetta. He wouldn’t dare cross him and has a slight attraction to him.

“Act like you want my cum baby,” Tetta remarks as he gags you with his fat tip once again. At this point your throat is sore from his cock and your moans. His hand is still tangled in your hair and he’s starting to feel close.

Shuji can only stave off his orgasm for soo long. “Tetta... gonna cum!,” he whimpers a little as he gets lost in your pussy again. The fingers wrapped around his neck only drive him deeper into pleasure.

“Beg for that shit Shuji,” Tetta taunts him, not thinking he would actually listen to him.

Shuji lets out a needy moan. “Please daddy lemme cum.” Tetta cocks his head at him. Is he really serious? He smirks and shoves himself farther down your throat, groaning from the feeling of it constricting around him. He takes his hand from Shuji’s neck.

“Cum for me then master.” Shuji throws his head back and starts cumming deep into you.

“Fuck fuck fuck!,” Shuji mutters still slowly thrusting into you. “So good. Fuck ‘s so good!” You were close to cumming before Shuji finished inside you. Another orgasm denied. It makes more tears fall down your face as Tetta fucks into your mouth faster.

Tetta is getting even closer. His hand is behind your head, coaxing you to keep going. You swirl tongue around the tip just how he likes before curving it underneath his cock, tracing the fat vein there. “Good girl. Almost fuckin’ there. Don’t stop,” he grunts out. He doesn’t give you any warning as he starts shooting his load in your mouth. “Don’t waste a drop baby. Or you’ll have to be taught another lesson.” The threat makes you gulp every last drop of his cum down. When he pulls out of your mouth, he makes you show him your tongue.

“Wanna cum please daddy,” you whine, your voice hoarse from the moaning and throat fucking. Tetta wipes your cheeks gently from all the tears you shed. His touch is so gentle as he smiles down at you.

“I did promise that didn’t I, princess?” You nod. “Shuji you up for another round or do I have to take over?”

Said man pouts a bit, shooting him an irritated look. “ ‘m not done yet.” He pulls out of you watching his load gush out of your tight hole. “Gonna make you cum like a slut. Better be ready.” You gasp when he folds you under his body, calves hooked over his strong shoulders. Tetta removes the belt from your wrists finally.

He pushes his still hard cock into you, already making a mess with his previous spend. Tetta lays down next to you, peppering your cheek with kisses. He can’t help but be affectionate after you did so well for him. Your nails dig into Shuji’s shoulder as his first thrust jolts your whole body. Your eyes squeeze shut as he stretches you out again. “Still so fucking tight,” he grits. But he still manages to slam his full length into you with so much vigor.

Your fingers scratch at his scalp as they wind through his dark hair. “Love you Shuji,” you moan out. He curses under his breath, already wanting to fill you up again. You two lock lips, losing yourselves in the moment, sighing each other’s names into your mouths.

It’s rare but you often find yourself locked underneath soft Shuji. Soft pussy drunk Shuji. His cheeks are tinted pink and he’s panting, slightly whiney from the overstimulation. The loving moment is stolen when Tetta feels left out and turns your face to meet his. “Don’t forget bout me princess,” he says with a teasing smile.

“Mm love you too Tetta.” He can practically see the hearts in your eyes. He swallows up your moans with his lips as he kisses you deeply. This feels even more stimulating than when they spit roasted you. Shuji splitting you open with his cock, strokes deep and slow, as Tetta pours his love into a nasty sensual kiss.

“Did so good for us baby. Learned your lesson pretty girl,” Tetta whispers to you. You nod stupidly and whimper as Shuji hits deeply into your spot. “Feels good baby?” He receives a weak ‘uh huh’ from you. “Tell Shuji how it feels baby. Tell him how good he feels.”

You hiccup a little, turning to look up at Hanma again, feeling so sensitive from the feeling of his cock rubbing your walls raw. “ ‘s so good master! Want you to make me cum. Fuck- please!” You’re on the brink of sobbing from the pleasure and the intense love from both of these usually rough men. “So good… so fucking good,” you babble as Shuji picks up his pace.

Shuji groans and marks your neck up, teeth digging into your soft skin. “Tightening up on me. Cum for me dammit.” Your jaw goes slack and tears stream down your face even more as he continues to slam into your spot.

“Shuji! Fuck! Gonna c- cum!,” you cry out as your nails scratch along his back, leaving angry red lines in its wake. The pleasure starts from your toes and spreads all the way to the tips of your fingers. Your whole body is trembling while your eyes squeeze shut. No words can even escape to describe how good it feels.

“Fuuuuck!,” Shuji curses as he fills your cunt with his cum again. He can’t even will himself to keep going because he’s so sensitive. He’s slightly trembling with you, trying to come down from the high.

“You both did good,” Tetta purrs at you both while he strokes your hair gently. All you two do is pant in response, both spent.

When you two finally separate, Shuji is quick to pull you close. He feels you deserve some aftercare after he was so mean to you. “Love you too pretty,” he whispers before pulling you into a deep kiss. Anything intimate with Shuji always manages to take your breath away because it’s almost rare. His tongue cradles against yours making the kiss sloppy.

You feel another body behind you and kisses on the back of your neck. “Why do you insist on leaving me out Shuji?” You can practically hear the faux pout he’s putting on.

Shuji glares at him. “Because whenever I get home you two are going at it like I don’t exist,” he spits back at Tetta.

“You want more time with me Shuji?,” you ask him, planting a kiss on his cheek. You almost miss the way his cheeks flush a bit.

He huffs. “Yeah I do. That a problem? I’m greedy baby.” You shrug and giggle at him even though he has that menacing glare. You can see right through his hard exterior.

“I’ll give ya some more of my time then my love,” you say as you snuggle closer to him, burying your face into his neck.

There’s nothing you love more than cuddling with your two delinquent boyfriends. They show sides of themselves to you that they wouldn’t dare show anyone else. And for that you’re grateful.

#kisaki tetta #kisaki smut #hanma shuji #hanma smut #hanma x reader #kisaki x reader #hanma x reader x kisaki #hanma x reader x kisaki smut #kisaki x reader smut

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theworldofotps · 6 months

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Little Bit Of A Brat (Drabble)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader Word Count: 635 Prompt: "It's hot when you talk back"

@letsgivethisonemoreshot Here you go love! I really hope you enjoy this! _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Pete wasn’t sure what had gotten into his girlfriend lately, but he was secretly loving it. Normally she wasn’t too bratty in front of his coworkers. But the last couple of days she had been being a super brat, it was probably since he’d been so busy without much time for anything except work. Pete had invited her out to spend two weeks on the road with him and suddenly was slammed with house shows, meet and greets the list went on.

He knew she was trying to be understanding but that bratty part of her was starting to really dislike not having much of his attention since he’d be so tired back at the hotel. Pete tried to keep that in mind when she rolled her eyes and gave him attitude. But flipping him off and walking away when he tried to ask if she wanted to get dinner was the last straw.

Collecting his bag Pete left catering slowly making his way down the hallway at a casual pace. Normally he would follow right after her into his locker room and handle the bratty behavior but this time he wanted to try something a little different. Pete knew she was expecting him, so he decided to take the long way round.

By the time he was at the locker room door he knew she’d probably be thinking he got busy again, stopping at the door he listened for any noise then pushed it open. Holding back a smirk at the daggers, she threw his way Pete dropped his bag on a chair. Walking past her he got the towel from his toiletry bag, then turned on the shower so he could wash up.

“Strip.”

He told her in a low but firm voice watching as her chin rose her eyes slightly narrowed as she smirked at him.

“I’m a grown woman I think I can decide for myself when I need to get undressed or in the shower. Besides don’t want to waste time getting undressed only for you to run off for another engagement for work.”

“Mm it’s hot when you talk back. I wasn’t giving you a choice brat I said strip and get your ass in the shower.”

“Make me.”

He loved when she got like this so Pete scooped her up putting her on his shoulder making his way back into the bathroom as she tried to wiggle away. Giving a warning slap to her ass he set her down on her feet and given the fact she was wearing one of his black shirts. He ripped it down the middle watching the pieces pool around her hips.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and finish undressing or are you going to continue to be a brat?”

Her silence left him to grab her sweatpants, pulling them down her legs followed by her undergarments. Carrying her squirming body once more he set her on her feet in the shower and grabbed his washcloth lathering it with soap.

“I know you’re upset with me and I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend these two weeks together. I didn’t know until last minute that all this stuff was going to be given to me.”

He slowly started washing her body and back letting the water hit them both as he scrubbed them clean.

“I took the next four days off so we can do whatever you want when we get to each city.”

Watching her eyes light up Pete smiled kissing her forehead before turning her into the water to rinse off then himself.

“But we can’t let your behavior go unpunished so on your knees dove and don’t fight me about it, we both know how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”

#pete dunne #pete dunne x reader #pete dunne fanfic #drabble #prompt drabble

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constantlyunlightening · 1 year

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Happy Fk'n Birthday

Pairing: Prohero Katsuki x Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Content Warnings: Brat/Brat taming themes, penetration, fingering, hair pulling, use of she/her pronouns, use of the word 'girl' in regards to reader, reader has a vagina, reader also gets dragged across the floor, slight dacryphilla, Dom Katsuki, no use/mentions of protection stay safe yall

This fic is unedited and super self-indulgent, because it's my birthday this week and I just want Katsuki being kind of mean to me, so this is a present to myself! And if you enjoy it, Happy Birthday or Happy Unbirthday to you too! Thanks!

All characters in this work are aged 21 years or older. Be clicking the read more on this post, you are agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older and you consent to reading this.

It was a little bit of a tight fit under the bed, but it was completely worth squeezing yourself under if it meant you'd get at least a few seconds of reprieve from the rage of your short tempered boyfriend who was currently yelling in the hallway, heavy boots trodden against wooden floors.

"You're really gonna hide from me, dumbass?!"

Katsukis voice was loud, booming like an explosive and you heard it clear as day even from under the bed and through the closed door of the guest bedroom. He was down the hall somewhere, if the footsteps being a bit dampened were any indicator. Made sense he would check the bathroom in the master bedroom first, since you had told him you had to go to the restroom before you turned tail and ran. A poor excuse to get away before he found your little mistake of a message of a phone.

You had messed up, maybe. Been a little too petulant perhaps. But it was your birthday - you deserved to act however you wanted for the night, right? Especially when you hadn't heard a word from your boyfriend prohero all day before this- no phone call, no text. And now it was past the time he was supposed to be here with still no inidcator of when he was going to be here. Didn't that give you the right to be a little sulky?

He was late for the better part of the hour, and maybe it shouldn't have been that huge of a deal. Accidents happened and all that. But those sort of accidents didn't happen with your stickler Katsuki. He was brash and rough around the edges, but late? Never without reason. And it was rare he was late without contacting yofiif he left you waiting. But 45 minutes had passed since he had promised to be home. Late and without notice, on your birthday! For 45 minutes you laid in your bed with a phone in your hands, staring at his contact and waiting for something. Desperate for attention from your loved one on your special day.

Only to get radio silence that whole time.

You were sulky about it - bratty. And, sure you could of just called him first, solved your own problems. But it wasn't fair that you had to be the one to reach out when he was the one who was late, right? That's what you told yourself anyway. So if you absolutely had to be the one to initiate contact, you had decided there was only one acceptable way to do it - with an attitude.

And a little threat as an added measure.

"You're the worst. I'm going to ask Kirishima to take me out today, instead. :("

You had hit send without second guessing yourself or really thinking of the consequences. You weren't angry enough to actually hurt him, Katsuki was smart enough to know how wrapped around his finger you were - that you'd never go out with another man when you so desperately craved his attention. You were also aware he wouldn't see his best friend as a threat to steal you out from under him. It wouldn't hit any insecurities or hurt him. But it would light a fire under his ass to get home ASAP. And even if it wasn't the sweet, loving sort of birthday attention you had originally been dreaming of, you would still be getting the attention you were craving so badly after being home alone 45 minutes longer than you wanted to be.

The karma that you got for sending that text hit like a bullet train, because in the mere seconds after it left your phone, the front door banged open and you heard your lover calling out your name sweetly. Made it a little hard to believe the voice he was using to call your name out now that he was playing an imprompto game of hide and seek with you.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the scared little squeak you were about to make inside of you as his voice was booming outside the door of the guest room. "Always gotta be so damn difficult," he was drawling as the door to the room banged open next and you felt a shudder run up you spine. Had to do your best not to jump because you only had about a single inch of space above you before and if you moved too much you'd be making noise against the underneath of the bedframe. "Come on, birthday girl, your 'worst' boyfriend has something to say to you." The word that he threw back at you was dripping with sarcasm and vemon as he prowled around the room and you watched from the small crack of the bed as his feet stopped infront of the closet and he tugged it open, examining the inside with what you could only assume was that signature scowl of his.

He had certainly read your text message now - which is why he was hunting you down like a blood hound, fierce and threatening - but when he had first got home, he hadn't seen it. He couldn't possibly of had the time! It was only a fraction of a beat from you sending the text to him barging in. And by that point, he was more determined to get to you than he was about whatever notification his phone was trying to give him. So the text went momentarily ignored as he headed straight into the house for you and the second he had found you, he was scooping you up in his arms and kissing you with a sort of passion that should have been illegal - could kill someone with all the heat it provided. It made you so dizzy you had barely heard his clumsy grumble of 'happy birthday.' You had known that even if he was late, it was unrealistic that he forget your birthday or something- he was far too punctual to forget an important date. You also figured he had to of had a reason for it that would make perfect sense but without knowing what that reason was, your annoyance couldn't be eased, which was why you sent that message. But sure as hell, his kiss was helping soothe you over finally and you almost forgot the spring trap that was now loaded on his screen the next time he opened up his phone. You hadn't forgotten he had been late though and you pestered him about it, having to swat at his chest with a little bit of strength that your weak in the knees body could muster at the time to get him to stop his assault of kisses.

And when you made your comment, told him he was late - wouldn't you know it - the bastard actually apologized to you. You knew that the hero had mellowed out a lot since high school - he had grown. But apologizing could still be sometimes hard for him. And while his apology came out as a annoyed little grumble this time, it had come out immediately as his grip tightened on your hips. He had an explanation for it too - because of course, he did. He was already set out explaining it as he dragged you into the living room and pushed you to sit on the couch before going to a nearby drawer to fish a little box out of it. He told you all about how he was rushing to get everything done at his office today - any undone paperwork, scheduling, planning patrols, and fielding what seemed like thousands of questions from his side kicks - because he needed to make sure it was all finished so he could take the next few days off without any interruptions or any reason to try and call him back into the office. The side kicks especially had him busy enough where getting to his phone wasn't an option and by the time he was done giving everyone oh-so-detailed explanations and answers, he noticed the time and figured it was best just to get home as fast as possible because he knew 'your bratty ass' would be all pouts (he was right).

The reason why he was so determined to get everything squared away for those extra days off - ones that you hadn't known about - became clear when he handed the little ribbon clad box to you and upon opening it, you saw two tickets to a weekend getaway for a hot springs you had been gushing over months ago, along with a little planner book and a map of the nearby area. He had tried his absolute best to get everything done on time at work today, but he had figured an extra 45 minutes today would make up for not having any other distractions for your surprise trip. 45 minutes less of attention today so you could have it undivided for the next three days. It made sense now, sure. But it wasn't something you could have planned for when you decided that you were going to be mouthy on your own.

You melted seeing the tickets, and in your bubbling excitement for the trip, you rushed to hug him, humming your thank yous and kissing him. All the jagged edges you had developed over the prior 45 minutes had been smoothed over with the present, but you still couldn't help the one little jab you jokingly gave him against his lips though as you giggled out, 'you still could have texted.'

And your mistake that would cut the mood short came soon after when he retorted with 'you could've too.'

You were blurting without thinking. 'I did-' You had cut off immediately as you remembered just what exactly you had sent. And how you being the birthday girl wasn't going to stop a punishment from happening if it hit Katsuki's ego enough. Oh, and you knew it would when he read the damn thing.

Katsuki hadn't missed the little flare of panic on your face and he was instantly giving you a look of suspicion- one that you weren't going to respond to because you were already busy hopping off the couch and trying to dart away, even when he grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt to keep you there.

You were thankful it was a zip up because you simply let it slide off your body as you hummed "gotta go to the bathroom! Be right back!" You were hollering as you took two stairs at a time upstairs, and as soon as you weren't in his eye sight anymore, you had ran off to the guest room and hid instead.

Which is why you were now under a bed as Katsuki stomped and stormed about.

All that tenderness was gone now as his boots disappeared from sight and you heard him march back to the doorway instead, but your own paranoia had you fighting the urge to sigh in relief. Besides, any relief you had, you knew wouldn't last long. He was going to find you. Simple as that. Katsuki wasn't the type to let things be and that wasn't going to change just because it was you he was dealing with or because it was your birthday. But you were going to take any bit of time you could get to steel yourself for whatever punishment the blonde deemed necessary. Besides, if you were being completely honest with yourself, him hunting you down sent more than just nervousness through your system. It was excitement. The rough treatment was something you had a tendency to crave. After all if you had liked things to be 'soft' all the time, you wouldn't have fallen for someone as ill tempered and loud as Katsuki was in the first place.

You couldn't admit you liked it during the heat of the moment though - that'd be too easy. Too much of an ego boost. You usually only got that brand of agression when you were being bratty enough for it, like today, and in those moments you were far too stubborn to ever tell him how sweet you thought the punishment was while you were getting it... Not until he could force it out of you, that is. So, even with adrenaline pumping in your veins, you stayed in hiding, trying to figure where his footsteps went off to. Deep breaths to stay calm, because while Katsukis quirk had nothing to do with emotions, you were pretty sure this man could smell fear.

Although your breath hitched when you realized that was the loudest thing you could hear - your breath. It was suddenly far too quiet. No more yelling. No more footsteps. Him giving up simply wasn't possible and you knew this sudden silence did not bode well for you.

You were proven right as suddenly an iron grip was clasped around your ankle and this time you didn't bother holding back your noise - you screamed, the sound somehow louder under the bed as you were being dragged out with a smooth, too quick motion. "Found you." Katsuki's crimson eyes were fitting for his bloodlust as they narrowed in on you while you looked over your shoulder at him. He had dragged you out flat on your stomach, pulling the leg he had gripped between his own two.

"Owwwww!' You whined, trying to scramble away and forward but the firm grip that had now crept further up your leg and onto your thigh refused to let up. Infact, he opted to ditch the crouch he had grabbed you from and was now pinning your leg down with the weight of his body, straddling your thigh after he yanked you in fully.

"If you don't want to get dragged against the floor, maybe don't hide under the bed next time, huh?" He scoffed at you, adjusting his weight off your leg just long enough to flip you onto your back like a ragdoll. And then he was settling that weight back down onto your thigh to keep you locked in place, despite your thrashing about. If you struggling against him hurt his crotch at all with the position, he didn't show it. Instead he seemed much too focused on messing with you as he pushed his knee forward and buried his thigh right between yours, pressing it hard against your clothed heat. Hard enough that the next time your body struggled, you were inadvertenly grinding against his leg and racking yourself with a full body shudder.

Your heart was hammering into your throat with the sudden surprise of his, and you barely noticed that his boots were now gone - he must have kicked them off in the hall somewhere so he could engage his little sneak attack, the asshole. Katsuki was the last to ever engage in any kind of stealth - but figures he'd use it just to get a bigger reaction from you. Well it fucking worked, and you gave a loud whine as he was using a hand to grab his phone out of his pocket and shove the screen right in your face - your little tactic of a text displayed on the bright screen. "Care to explain this, huh?"

"You were late!" You chirped, trying to decide if it was worth it to try and wrestle away anymore - though, did you really have a chance of getting away from him? Not at all. All you were doing was rubbing yourself against him, but it did serve to agitate him more. Another scoff and he tossed the phone onto the guest bed so he could glower straight at you without the phone blocking his view. More easy to strike some fear in you when he locked dead on like that, something about the way his eyes narrowed with such ferocious intent, that crimson peeking out behind the shadow of golden fringe. "And I was lonellllyyyy. Be nice!" You demanded, your hands reaching towards him so you could push on his hip a little, trying to give yourself some wiggle room to no avail.

"Nice? I was gonna be, but apparently I'm the worrrssst," he dragged out as his gaze dropped to your feeble attempt at pushing him, just before his eyes were rolling and his hand that once was holding the phone shot out and collared your neck. He didn't squeeze, didn't put pressure, just used it to intimidate you into staying put as he leaned his body forward over yours, his free hand on the ground so he could put most of the weight into that instead of your throat. "Stop fucking squirming so much." His growl was feral, hanging in the air between you as a warning that sent a throb straight to your core and you couldn't help the way your thighs squeezed around his. "Clearly you must have been lonely if you're threatening to run off with shitty hair."

It was always hard in these moments to decide just how much you wanted to press his buttons. You could break down and apologize right now and probably get off light. He'd still be mean, but he'd ease up a little. Or you could always press a little more and see just how mean he could be. Although, did you really want to push it at this exact moment? His palm stretched over the expanse of your throat was nothing short of a terrifying little promise that didn't have you breaking down completely for him yet, but it did have you choosing a safer answer as your voice came out in a breathy little sentence. "It was a joke. I wouldn't-"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't." Another twisted sneer on his visage as his digits gave a light tap against the column of your neck, his leg gave another push up against your body in a way that made you whimper. "You wouldn't dare." This time his voice was hot breath against your lips as he got in real close to you, hovering above your wide eyed face. And as his snarl twisted into a wicked little grin, that's when your nerves really got you. He clearly was up to no good anyway, but that smile of his knotted your stomach. The anxiety in your gut made you gulp, a motion he could feel under his hand and he responded by flexing his fingers and applying just the faintest of pressure to the sides. "Tell me I'm the worst all you want, but you know I'm the fucking best for you. And your masochistic ass likes it when I'm mean, don't you?" He prompted, and maybe it was more nerves about what was to come than anything, but you were instinctively squeaking out a protest. It was your birthday! He couldn't be too mean, right? You could try to protest further but the way your hips buckled against his leg, the now tiny little motions as you offered yourself a bit of pleasure against his legs while he held you down made your arguments sound pathetic.

"Seriously?" His face pulled back without giving you a kiss and as he looked at the way your lips were quivering, another idea popped into his head, one that made his smile split even further. "You want nice? Fine. Open your mouth."

That certainly didn't seem like it could lead to something you could consider particularly kind. The command rattled in your head a second too long without you obliging and you felt another squeeze that you knew would have you feeling light headed if he held on too long. "I said, open your fucking mouth."

Resisting was clearly not going to get you anything you wanted at this point (except for maybe an even more cruel treatment) so this time you listened, pretending as if your response was of your own accord and not a direct consequence of the way his growls made you feel weak, how they made your cunt throb. Your plush lips came apart, hanging wide open for him as you became compliant. The smile disappeared from him, but only long enough for him to create enough saliva in his own mouth for him to spit it directly into yours, letting it land square on your waiting tongue. The the smile was back, wild, as he watched the way the liquid gather, dripping back closer to your throat. And weren't you being such a good girl, keeping your mouth open so he could stare. You werent sure if you were too keen on seeing what would happen if you didn't. Besides, you'd be lying to yourself if the gesture didn't have you getting wet further down below.

"See? I gave you a present. Nice," he declared, all too smug with himself as his hand once again tightened, with the intent to, not harm, but to feel the way your muscles moved underneath his grasp with his next command said a whole octave lower. "Swallow."

You listened to that command too, eyes fluttering up to him through dark lashes as you swallowed hard. The way he let out a low, subtle groan didn't escape you either and you decided now was the time to gain back some brownie points without having to apologize - not yet. You mimicked his hushed tones, but instead of his grumble your words came out in a precious whisper, "Thank you."

All spread out on the hardwood floor, body completely snared down and you were still telling him thank you? Fucking pathetic, and it did the trick, because after he stared down at you for a beat - a small break in that chaotic smile - he was cursing under his breath and climbing off of you, releasing his hold of your body. But if it was a reprieve, it wasn't long. Him not touching you only lasted as long as it took for him to stand up, and then he was manhandling you again, treating your body like a rag doll as he got you up on your feet. One hand at your waist and the other tangled up at the hair in the nape of your neck, he whirled you around and bent you forward over that bed you were cheeky enough to hide under. Your face landed right next to his phone with your message still clear on it. "After that text you're lucky I'm not just going to fuck you on the floor. Better be grateful," he snapped while his grasp in your hair turned into a full on fist full that he used to push your face against the sheets, while he sent his other hand smacking against your ass and causing you to jolt. Birthday spanking or some shit.

"K-Katsuki- b-b-be gentle," you tried to chide him through the muffle of the sheets as he was already tugging your pants and panties down your ankles with all the grace of a ravenous wolf. You were honestly going to be surprised if you didn't find a rip in them later.

"B-b-bbut I'm the worst." There was that word again and this time he was mocking your little stutter too as he gave you another smack on your ass, this time his palm settling on the swell of flesh and pulling at it to reveal your dripping body. Couldn't hide how much your body enjoyed his cruel ways when you were pulled open like that. The way he sucked in his breath at the sight had you craning your neck to try and see what sort of expression was on his face as he took in your body, but he once again wasn't letting you budge. "You missed your chance for me to be gentle. But if you want to be able to cum at all tonight, you better start apologizing, birthday girl."

To cum? Kats was no stranger to holding out orgasms on you but "-not today! You wouldn't."

"Try me." Blunt and to the point, just before he was spitting again, letting it land between your cheeks this time and watching it drip lower and lower. You didn't need the extra aid with the way your wet was already leaking down your thighs, but he did take pride in marking you in any way he could.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before the first syllable could get past your lips, it turn into a moan because Katsuki was stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt and listening to the delicious squelch, his arm having wrapped around the front of one of your thighs so he could curve his fingers up into you. Harder for you to argue with him when he started stretching you out on his fingers with a harsh pace. He was very purposeful in keeping his palm from grinding against your clit for now. You wanted extra attention, then you had some apologizing to do first.

You moaned out his name instead of a sorry with your hands fisting into the blankets and your hips trying to grind against his touch, but he kept his hips pressed against your behind to keep you steady, and if your hips did manage to move too much, he'd simply move his hand with you to keep the pressure how he wanted. "Katsuki!"

"That's not sorry." He tsk'd at you, sounding mock disappointed. The way he was talking was more like some about to give you a lecture as opposed to someone who was trying get you fucked out into submission. His brat was going to get what she deserved, that was for sure. He was hyperfixated on the way each piston of his touch made you writhe in his grasp, the moans and cries and whines escaping those oh-so pouty lips of yours. And when your knees started to buckle more when he hit a certain spongy spot inside of you, that's where he kept his focus watching you build that pleasure up, up, up. Your whole body was burning under him, like his touches were physically setting off little explosions inside of you - flooded every inch of your body with magma and sparks.

Your little whines and mewlings were absolutely captivating but they weren't turning into sorry quick enough for him and he yanked at your hair, using it as leverage to get your face out of the covers enough so he could hear you clearly. "Too proud to apologize? What a shame. I'll split you apart on my cock either way, but if you want me to be nice, better start fucking groveling." It was almost funny how responsive you were to him - maybe not in attitude, but your body? He played it like a finely tuned instrument, every one of his actions designed to make you sing and crumple to his will. Those words, as harsh as they may be, had your sopping pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Real bold of you to be getting so close to climax without giving him what he wanted. And it was torturous the way that his palm started to grind into your folds and inadvertenly applying pressure to your clit just when your body was drawing closer and closer, only for him to completely yank his hand out and away from you at the last minute, leaving you to wail.

"Katsuki - please," it was halfway between a sob and a growl as your head lifted up so you could glare at him over your shoulder and -oh? Were you crying? Cute.

"If you're looking for sympathy-" he began, ravenous gaze ablaze while he let his tongue run over his teeth in a slow flick - your reactions were making him feel like a man starving. "-You'd have better luck with Kirishima." He went to undo his pants as he finished the sentence and the flick of his wrist had your eyes moving down to where that buldge that had been pushing against your ass had been. Made you even more desperate as his cock sprung up when his pants were far enough out of the way, and it hit up against stomach. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyy," you finally whimpered, still refusing to take your glassy eyes off him while your hips reared back, trying to get the man to fill you up again. So fucking mean to tease you like that, whether you had an attitude or not. "Im really really sorry." That time it was a sniffle and this jerk fucking laughed at you as he was stepping forward again, grabbing your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. He let the length of it slide between your cheeks, teasing there before slipping it lower, past your eagerly awaiting cunt and instead nudging it between your folds and giving slow, shallow thrusts. He could tell that you were sensitive, every nudge of his tip against a clit drawing another gaspy little sound from you, made your thighs tremble against him, urging him to use one of his legs to kick your feet out just a little wider.His body bent over your, caging you to the mattress as his lips found your ear and bit at it. Could hear you better when he was nice and close like this.

"Speak up. What was that?" For once, his voice was the quiet one, taunting and dark against the shell of your ear as he nipped and blew a gust of air. Every shudder, every shiver sent coursing through your spine had another condescending laugh vibrating through his chest and against you back. And in return, you became the loud one.

"Kats, I'm sorry, I'm really really sor-"

It was a scream when he reared his hips back during your pleading, only to slam his cock into you all at once, making you feel like you were going to shatter. No matter how many times you took him, you still felt like he was going to break you in half in the best way possible. He made you want to break into pieces, and right now he was doing just that. Each slam of his hips was calculated. They weren't slow, but they were steady. Each thrust had enough force to make the bed creak. Hard and heavy on the way in, with an easier withdraw, only so he could knock into you again with a sticky slam and get those addictive reactions out of you.

His back had lifted off your chest just enough so he had more of a range of motion, while one arm was keeping him propped up over you, still close enough you could hear him taunt you even over your own needy cries. "Still think I'm the worst?" He challenged, letting his free arm wrap underneath you, trapping your lower stomach and dragging you up onto your tip toes so you could feel the way he squeezed at your body while he wrecked it with his cock.

It made you sob. The earlier orgasm he had torn away from you just aided in making you more sensitive now, and each time you felt every inch of him sheathed inside, it had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head. You almost didn't answer his question but of course he wasn't going to let that just slide on by and after he growled a warning - 'it's rude to not fucking answer' - you were doing nothing but babbling out whatever he wanted to hear and getting lost in the ecstacy of it all.

"N-n-no!"

"Good." There was a sick sort of delight he got in making you eat your words, watching you cry and slobber, leaving wet marks on the sheets as you answered him so easily now. At least, as easily as you could through your tears and sniffles. His eyes flicked briefly to the phone that was still on the bed but the screen had now gone dark and he couldn't help but goad you on some more. "And who's the best?"

"You! Y-you're the best, you, you, you!"

Whatever you had to say to get him to keep going at this point because if he stopped right now you were going to tear your hair out. He wasn't acting like he was stopping now though. He picked up the pace just a fraction, only so you could focus more on how his hand was beginning to trail between your legs and he was giving direct attention to your clit now, rubbing in small circles as he groaned and reveled in the way your cunt tried to suck the life right out of him.

"Just like that. Better keep screaming my name." And you did. His name left your lips like a chant, like a prayer. Trying to find salvation from the searing heat throbbing through you. Hearing you stroke his ego while practically choking on your words did a number on him. He supposed he could let you cum.... infact....

The added pressure to your sweet spot with his fingers was enough to send you right off the edge. And just like Katsuki your orgasm was was incendiray, fireworks igniting behind your eyes as you screamed out before dropping you head right into the bed. And while he managed to last long enough to ride you out, he was following behind shortly after and painting the inside of your velvet walls with white. Flooding more heat into your already burning up body and drawing another moan up and out of the both of you.

You were so fucking irresistible when you orgasmed that he decided, instead of being mean and not letting you cum, he was going to be extra nice and let you cum a whole lot. He was the best after all, going off the praises you were just shouting for all the neighbors to hear.

And with that thought in mind, he didn't give you much time to recover. Lucky for him he had a hero's stamina because he still had his strength and wits about him. He was pulling out of you, only to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder while you just let out a breathless little squeak, body jerking against him. "K-katsuki?"

You could ask as many questions as you wanted, but he didn't really care. He had already made his mind up on how he wanted to spoil you on your special day. "Well, since you changed your tune and I'm the best and all," he hummed, another spank to your ass leaving it to blossom in a stinging sensation, as he carried you back to your room - bed had more room to roll around in there - "im going to keep this going until you're begging and crying for me to stop. Happy fucking birthday to you."

#bnha smut #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #x reader #bakugo katsuki smut #my writing #fanfic #i wrote 1.3 k words of the intro of this before i decided i hated it and completely started over #but it was worth it cuz it was a lot more fun to write this way #also #this fic was brought to you by the song Potential Break Up Song #by aly and aj cuz i love that song idk

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Bunnies Behaving Badly

Summary: When you and your girls decide to attend a Halloween Party for charity, you accidentally forget to share a few important specifics with your men. Featuring Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, & Curtis Everett

Warnings: Shenanigans, Hot Men, Possessive & Andy/Ari/Curtis, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFCs, Skimpy Outfits, Alcohol Consumption, Cursing, Violence (mentioned), Smut, Punishments (mentioned), Vibrator, Ball Gag, Belt Spanking (mentioned), Anal Sex, Daddy!Kink, Orgasm Denial (mentioned), Minors DNI

A/N: First, thanks to everyone who sent or posted messages of support. I appreciate them and you. I’ve since gone off to start getting some professional help for what’s happening with both my mind and body. So yeah, I’m in the hospital again, but it’s okay. Anyways, this story includes appearances from Ari and Curtis. Hope you enjoy the randomness. Please send your feedback. Not beta’d. All mistakes my own.

You stood in the mirror finishing the final touches on your, erm, Halloween costume for tonight’s big charity event. You had initially been roped into going by your girls, Ruby and Story.

Ruby was married to Andy’s friend Curtis, while Story was dating his other longtime friend, Ari. While you didn’t know either man super well, they had always seemed nice enough. Maybe a little on dark and broody side.

But to be fair, your Andy Bear wasn’t exactly Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky all the time either.

While they supported your charitable efforts with their own respective donations, you were thankful that they were unable to attend due to a standing poker game that they just could not miss.

It’s not that you wouldn’t miss them, oh no. It was more like they wouldn’t be a fan of their chosen ensembles: sinful, sexy bunnies.

In fact, you were certain that your man would hit the fucking roof if even got a hint of what you we’re rocking under your trench coat. Which is exactly why you had encouraged Ruby and Story to bring a change of clothes with them.

Because if your sweet, loving Andy Barber ever saw your outfit…he’d have an aneurysm on the spot. As would Curtis and Ari.

Because their ladies had bought matching outfits in different colors. Ruby’s was black, while Story had chosen red.

If you were being honest, your outfit was a more than a little outside your comfort zone. But oh well. You worked hard for your body, so why not show it off?

After all, you only lived once right? Your phone buzzes, letting you know that your friends were five minutes away. You spritz on some perfume, throw your heels into your bag, and take off down the stairs.

Sucking in a nervous breath you slip into your man’s study to quickly kiss him goodbye. He holds up a finger, telling you wait for him to wrap up his call.

Your Andy was big on proper goodbyes between you too. And he became exceptionally grumpy when he didn’t his way. So you blow him another case and race for the door.

You’re halfway down the front steps when your boyfriend wrenches open the front door. “Hey! Come back here, sweetheart! I need my kisses damn it!” He growls into the night air.

“We’re already late, baby!” You call back it him. “You’ll have to settle for ‘em later. I love you!” You tell him before throwing yourself in the backseat of Ruby’s vehicle.

“Drive girls, before my man comes down here.”

You watch as your boyfriend glares at the car, his arms folded over his chest, as you take off into the darkness.

“Oh, my God!” Ruby exhales as winds her way down a curvy dark road. “Do you ladies know how hard it was to get out of the house without Curtis going through my stuff? I had to show him my back-up outfit to get him to calm down!” She runs a hand through her caramel colored locks.

You and Story let out a collective groan.

“At least you didn’t have to blow your man in order distract him long enough to let you dip out of the house. I had to literally suck the soul out of his giant body, leave him in a daze, and then slip away.” She ruffles her deep red curls.

“Well, I got lucky. Andy was on the phone. So I gave him a smooch goodbye and flew out of there. Whew, talk about timing!” You smooth your hands over your pinned-up blue black curls. “By the way, nice hair, Story. Love the look, babe.”

“Thanks, boo. My man wasn’t a fan at first, but as soon as he saw what I was rocking underneath - he was on his knees for me so fast.”

You all giggle, before shifting topics. This wouldn’t be your typical Halloween party, and not just because it was for charity. The invitation had encouraged attendees to wear outfits that were a little on the skimpy side. However, the invite also came with a set of rules, a drink limit, and a promise that disrespect of any kind would not be tolerated.

All good things.

Regardless, you hadn’t even bothered showing it to Andy. He would have snatched it from you, ripped it up, and tossed it in the garbage.

Once you the and girls arrive, you make the necessary changes to our outfits right there in the car. You help each other with makeup, you pull on stilettos, and then you fluff your bunny ears just right.

Damn you all looked good.

You pay your $50 fee and then enter the party. The three of you take in the overall vibe. So far, so good.

The decorations were just the right amount of “spooky” - you’re talking suspicious looking cobwebs, demented looking pumpkins, and eerie life-sized ghouls, zombies, hellhounds, wraiths, changelings, banshees…and more.

Boy, whoever had come with must have been a huge fan of Supernatural…

“Wow.” Story whistles beside you as you make your way to the bar. “Can you believe some of these looks?”

“And I thought ours would be scandalous.” Your other friend murmurs as she struggles to yank her tight, short skirt down to cover her ass.

You lean down to rest arm on the bar, accidentally highlighting your ample cleavage in the process. If your boyfriend had seen you do that, he would’ve thrown his suit jacket over your shoulders and tied the sleeves around your tiny body.

The thought makes you giggle.

“Can we please get, uh, three Witches' Hearts cocktails? They look yummy.” Ruby all but purrs.

“Any thing for you three beautiful bunnies.” You go to pay for the first round but he waves you off.

“It’s on me, you sweet, sexy creatures. Made ‘em extra strong too.” The handsome blonde winks you. “Enjoy.”

The three of you walk around for a while, aimlessly chatting with the people you recognize. Sometimes taking pictures with slutty nurses, naughty witches and warlocks - and a super sexy alien. Yeah, he might have been covered head to toe in sparking green paint, but it was something about his gray eyes and that Greek-god-like build…

As soon as he walks away, you make a show of fanning yourself.

“I call dibs on Lord Zultar over there if ever dump Ari.” She giggles behind her hand. “Oh, who am I kidding? That oversized neanderthal would never let me go.”

“He’d probably handcuff you to him,” Ruby agrees. “I know Curtis threatens to do that to me all of the time.” She finishes with a shrug.

“And my sweet Andy threatens to tie me to the bed anytime he feels like I’m being a brat. It’s all very romantic.” You roll your eyes. “We’re dating a bunch of fucking ogres.”

“Yep - with no hope of escape.” Story mumbles. “We need more drinks!” So back to the bar you go.

This time, that same good looking bartender suggests you try the Black Magic Margaritas, which you do.

Delicious!

You decide to sit and chat amongst yourselves, and sometimes even with Chad, the bartender, when he’s not busy serving other customers.

“Oh, girls!” Ruby exclaims as she peruses the menu. “It’s time for shots. Let do the Wolf's Bane. Hey Chad, you gotta taken one with us too!”

“It would be my pleasure, gorgeous. You pretty ladies just made my whole night!” Chad gets to work, mixing melon and pineapple liquors together, before adding absinthe and a splash of grenadine. He then gives the tumblr a good shake before pouring them in four tall shot glasses.

“Alright, ladies -”

“Wait! Hold on.” You jump on the bar and prompt your friends to do that same. “We need pictures! Story your phone is better than mine.”

With a nod, she hands off her phone to a shimmering siren who agrees to take a couple pics for you.

The first picture is of you and the girls leaning in pretending to kiss Chad, who is smiling from ear to ear. And the next is one of the four of you tossing back your shots. And the third and final one shows you kicking your legs up and smiling like idiots.

Eventually you hop down and order one more drink.

The Corpse Reviver.

The only thing left to really wait for were the results of the Silent Auction. You hadn’t seen much that you were interested in, but you’d bid on a few things anyway.

You and your girls find an open table where you sit and enjoy your cocktails. They were strong, but good. You’d have to go find some food soon.

“Story?” Ruby suddenly asks after she notices the woman quickly tapping away at her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Posting those cute pics to Instagram.”

“No!” You and Ruby shout, each attempting to snatch for her phone. “The guys might see them and - ”

“Oh, hush!” Story waves away your concerns. “None of our guys have social media. Especially not Ari. They will never know.” She throws an arm around each of your necks smacks an affectionate kiss on your cheeks.

“Now, I say we’ve grab one more drink and bounce. Back to the bar bitches!”

Back at Andy’s Place

“I fold.” Andrew mutters, throwing his cards down on the table. “I need to stop playing with a bunch of fucking cheaters.” He glares at his two friends.

“He always like this?” Ari snickers before polishing off his beer.

“What? A little bitch?” Curtis finishes off his drink as well and then belches. “Uh yeah. Ever since I’ve known him.” He runs a hand over his short, dark buzz cut.

“Whatever. Fucking asshats.” Andy takes a bite of cold pizza. “Are we picking up the girls tonight?”

“I think we should. Hate the idea of them being drunk and taking an Uber with some strange fuck. Ruby and I can just go grab her car tomorrow.”

“Fine by me.” Ari agrees, dragging his hands through his long, light brown locks. He rises from the table and grabs his keys. “I’m sure our resident Sweet Andy won’t mind cleaning up this mess.” He says before flashing him a teasing grin.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, Sunshine Bear.” Andy watches as the other man quickly frowns.

“Jesus fucking Chris, you are both so fucking ridiculous.” Curtis scrubs a hand over his eyes. “Can we just go already?”

“Sure thing, Baby Boo.” Andy and Ari high-five. Meanwhile, Curtis simply rolls his eyes and walks out the door.

Twenty Minutes Later…

You and the girls are in the middle of polishing off your last drink, something called Death in the Afternoon, when Ruby freezes next to you.

“Umm…umm…” That’s when you and Story finally take note of the panic in her voice.

“What? What is it you whisper?” Your eyes scan the room and then you see it. And by it you mean them.

“Shit! Everyone get down!

The three of your hurriedly duck underneath the table. Silently praying that you had suddenly harnessed the power of invisibility.

Maybe you could sneak out of here without them noticing you. Maybe you could…

You and your girls watch in horror as your men approach the bar. And then you see Chad, the bartender, point in the direction of your table.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Giving him a nod, your large, strapping men come striding over to you.

“Hi ladies.” Andy greets you all. “Me and these losers decided we’d be better off picking you girls up instead of trusting your safety with some random Uber. Ready to go?”

Ari coughs and then does a spin, taking in all of the decorations and whatnot. “I might have come with you next time, my little sprite.” He flashes her smile.

Curtis stares you all down. “Hey, Rubaloo, why are you three hiding under the table?” His big arms go across his chest. “It’s time to go home.”

“But my car…” She whines.

“Will be picked up tomorrow.” He growls softly.

“Could you three, uh maybe turn around and close your eyes for a couple seconds. We - we have a surprise for you…” You offer them all nervous smile.

“No.” They hiss, looking suspicious.

You, Story, and Ruby share a quick look. It was time to accept your fate. So you stand up and chug the rest of your cocktails. And then you push past your men and scamper towards the exit to grab your trench coats and hightail it to the car.

Going against your better judgement you look back to see all three men still standing by your former table. Not one of them moving a muscle.

“Please tell me you have your keys, girl.” Story hisses at Ruby. “We’re gonna need a head start.”

“Yeah, I do. And believe me, I don’t want to get murdered in a parking either, but I’m too drunk to drive!” Her hands go to tug at her hair.

They each turn their attention to you, only to wilt when you shake your head. “Same boat, ladies.”

A moment later, your men exit the bar. Their respective faces appear hard and unreadable.

“Ari, baby. My Sunshine Bear. I can explain, okay?” Story whispers as she chews on her thumb.

“And I can’t wait to hear your explanations, my little sprite. Your paddle is like truth serum for you. Now, say goodbye to your friends and get in the fucking car.”

With a whimper, she waves at you and climbs in.

“Sir isn’t happy with you right now, Rubaloo. You know better than to wear something like this without permission. Now get in the car and please, not a word from you until we get home.”

Ruby nods at you and disappears into the front seat.

Which leaves just you and Andy…

Without a word you hop in the car, put on your seatbelt, and bury your face in your hands. Andy exchanges a few more words with the other men before joining you.

When you finally reach your own home and pull in the garage, he lets out a deep sigh. “Go upstairs to our bedroom and place your nose in the corner, young lady.”

As soon as you're out of the car and inside, his big hand goes down to fist his own painful erection. When he’d seen you, his little baby girl, dressed to nines in that skimpy, pink poor excuse of a costume…

He'd been torn between hauling you over his shoulder and dragging you to the nearest bathroom to fuck your brains out, or beating the shit out of every man in that room with the exception of Curtis and Ari.

After closing the garage, he enters the house and takes time climbing the stairs. Once he’s in his room, he sees you facing the corner as you'd been instructed.

Content to leave his naughty little bunny there for a little while longer, he goes to fetch your punishment box out of the closet. Andy smiles when he pulls out a pink ball gag.

Oh, how fitting.

“Come here, baby.”

“Andy...” Comes your pitiful sniffle. “Daddy, I swear we didn’t do anything except have a little fun. Nothing inappropriate -”

He levels you with a fierce glare. “I’m sorry, but your outfit…ugh…all three of your outfits were entirely inappropriate. You don’t wear something like, like this -” He angrily gestures at you.

“Especially without your man around. So now Daddy has to teach his baby a very important lesson.”

That's the absolute last thing you wanted to hear.

“Go grab Daddy’s favorite belt.”

When you re-emerge holding Andy’s thick, black belt, you see that’s there’s a ball gag and one of your favorite vibrators sitting on the bed. Shivering you hand him the belt and then he motions for you to lie on your back.

“Leave ‘em on baby girl. All of it. Outfit, ears, and heels.” Andy’s tone is hard and unyielding. “Now lie on your back and spread your legs for your man. Good girl.”

He slaps your pussy before drizzling lube on the vibrator. Pulling the crotch of your outfit aside, he works the toy inside of your little pussy and turns it on. Wiping his hands, he then grabs the gag.

“Safe word for when you can’t speak?”

“I ring my little chime.” You dutifully respond without missing a beat.

“Good girl.” He says before securing it. “Now, I’m going tan this ass with my belt. And then Daddy’s going to fuck your little back hole with his big fat cock.”

A wail escapes your lips as the vibrator begins to torture your cunt.

“And remember, my sweet baby, my using your little hole is gonna be all about Daddy’s pleasure tonight.”

Your whole body shivers again.

“Which means you had better not cum.”

Andy cracks the belt against his thigh. “Can’t wait to make you scream, little one. Make sure you’re nice and loud for Daddy.”

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