what would you do if we were both ghosts and gay....

sweaterduo for holly @re-bi-vebur number one sweaterduo enthusiast (understatement)

Did you know that hair-pulling helps blood flow? /idk

Did you know that I’m grinding my thighs for Lilia rough(beeping) us?

Kids stay away from me for at least 5 miles away

Did you know that I really want Lilia to go vampire mode and yank us by our hair while he’s ramming us from behind, our neck exposed from his motion and ~~~ ^0^ (won't detail much since I'm not sure if ur comfortable with Blood)

Lilia X reader - Living out a fantasy

18+ MINORS DNI.

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, hair pulling, biting, rough fucking...I haven't written many "full" smuts so...sorry if its rushed or not particularly good, I'm open to advice and learning new things 💜✨

TW: None? Maybe some mentions of blood tho. Tell me if I missed anything, I'll update this section accordingly.

Lilia yearned for this moment. The moment you fully submitted to him as he had fantasized over and over again, with his filthy thoughts of defiling you flashing in his mind from the very second you placed yourself in his life. From bumping into each other in the halls to seeing you in the cafeteria talking it up with another student, he could feel this burning desire from the deepest parts of him.

Lilia didn't particularly enjoy this part of himself. He felt in a way with his dirty thoughts, he was making you dirty, too. With every moment he zoned out during class to imagine himself taking you against one of the desks, he found himself forcing a smile in front of you and hiding the bulge throbbing in his pants with his coat, almost unable to look you in the eyes. He would later find himself in his bedroom, groaning your name before staring shamelessly down at his hands after his release.

Yet he couldn't help but wonder those times when he spoke to you, was that blush upon your cheeks and glances simply a fragment of his imagination? Perhaps you felt the same, he would notice the way your thighs rubbed together after your eyes locked with his for a certain period. He was either going senile, or you truly had the same viciously naughty thoughts about him.

The Fae soon had his answer.

There you were, his hand full of your hair pushing your head into the pillow as his hips roughly snapped against yours. Slapping filled the air of the room along with your feeble high-pitched cries of pleasure mixed with whines of pain, Lilias hand roughly handling your hair and showing no mercy. The mischievous Fae would often pull out to where only his tip barely remained inside your swollen hole, and In one fast movement, he snapped his hips to meet your ass, which was now bright red and stinging with every new thrust.

"can't," you panted, "can't ..cum anymore...hah.." The sticky residue of cum and sweat pulled apart with every time he would pull back and thrust back inside of you from the previous hour of the sexual act, you felt your body unable to keep yourself up go limp and fall to the mattress while he continued with reckless abandon.

"Not- yet," Lilia groaned, taking the fist full of hair and pulling your head back mercilessly much to your dismay yet also pleasure. You let out a yelp of surprise at the instantaneous action and sharply sucked in air as Lilia removed his hands from your hair in order to forcibly grab you by the hips and lift you back upwards toward his eager body.

"Tsk tsk...you're not done until I say you are, little bat..." The way your hair fell exposed your bare neck, Lilia took the initiative the lean forward taking slower and more impactful thrusts as his tongue outlined his intended target upon your soft and mark-free skin.

"You're doing amazing, precious," He purred into your ear, "You can take more for me, right?" Grinding his hips into yours, Lilia took the slight nod of your head permission to continue. His teeth grazed the crook of your neck, revealing his teeth. Using his sharpened Canines to pierce your skin, you hissed in discomfort, feeling some sort of liquid trickling down your neck before Lilia used his tongue to sensually clean up the blood that drew from the wound he left. The fae pressed a gentle kiss against it, almost as if to apologize. The gesture was left short-lived, Lilia smirking against the skin of your neck, he took another bite before ramming his hips against your own. This time, Lilia grabbed your hands and pulled them back as he abused your tired, sopping-wet hole, groaning as the fae pressed his hips intimately against yours climaxing. Your legs trembled as his cock twitched releasing ropes of creamy white cum inside of you for the nth' time. He pulled out, letting go of your arms and allowing your body to fully succumb to the comfort of the mattress. he watched as his seed trickled out of your puffy hole, a satisfied grin on his lips.

His shit eating grin remained even after you turned to face him with a scowl and eyes of daggers. You were weak, your body covered in bruises and love marks from hours of intimacy, yet it didnt stop you from bonking the top of Lilias head. He only laughed at your feeble attempt to attack him.

"I told you I couldn't cum anymore," you pouted, grabbing a blanket and wrapping your naked body. Lilia hugged you through your new little blanket home, and although you were not looking at him, you could envision the puppy eyes he had.

"But you did so well for me, little bat! Won't you look at me, please?" He pouted, poking at you. You peaked through the blanket with an angry stare, narrowing your eyes at Lilia.

"Are you gonna take care of me now? You made this mess." Lilia smiled brightly at this, excitedly planting a kiss on your now exposed forehead.

"Of course~ I'll go draw you a warm bath and prepare some ointment, do not move a muscle, my dear!" You watched as the fae made his way to the bathroom, hearing running water you smiled to yourself, re playing the events over and over in your head with a light blush and a giddy giggle.

You had to admit, despite the aching of your body and the sticky mess between your legs... You wouldn't mind doing it again, sooner than later.

Bro jst imagine Muzan n reader being like "enemies" but behind closed doors reader fucks the brat outta Muzan every night

oh this is hot...

for the type of enemy that the reader is r they like a demon that isn't under control of Muzan?? Maybe someone who was turned into a demon before him but has perfected all aspects of being a demon and is just op and better and that makes Muzan mad?? And they're also stronger than Muzan, maybe having some celestial abilities that totally overpower him... hmmm

And then they're also older than him (in human years), maybe around like 21-22? (Still can't believe Muzan is a 19 year old (almost 20 but still.) he looks at least 26-30) and they're invincible, right, (no sun damage cus of how they ingested the blue spider lily and therefore doesn't die to demon slayer blades)

ok ok sorry for the ramble now for the smut (gn!reader, brat taming, overstim, dick can be read as strap (i call it dick whether or not it's a real one lmao), afab muzan, a safe word exists but it's not reffed)

Muzan let out another shrill wail as you tightened your grip on his hips and pulled him back down on your dick, ramming into the poor demon's g-spot over and over again. Muzan arched his back yet again, legs wrapping around your waist and hands gripping onto your back. He clawed helplessly at you, a silent plea for you to slow down your brutal pace because he really, really couldn't take it. You ignored his cries and continued pounding the poor thing into the mattress, too annoyed by his previous brattiness to care.

"Hic- AHN!!~ P-pl- sl- Oh! dOWN!-" His speech is slurred and interrupted by his loud and desperate moans as you don't let up. Fat tears roll down his flushed cheeks as his eyes roll back in his head, feeling another orgasm swiftly approaching. His cunt tightened around you as he let out a scream, cumming on your cock for the nth time. His crying soon turned into sobs as you didn't slow down even after his nth orgasm.

"Did I give you permission to cum, brat?" You ask sharply, causing Muzan to tremble and cry more while burying his face in your neck. Your hands were still gripping his hips so tightly that had he been human, dark bruises would've been left on his skin for days to come. The demon below you began sputtering out apologies, moans and wails interrupting his speech.

" 'M sorry! 'M so sor- HNGAHH!!" He screamed as your hand went down and pinched his clit sharply, other hand also wandering and tugging harshly on one of his already swollen nipples. His eyes rolled back again while his body was overwhelmed with just too much stimulation. It really was too much for him to handle! The poor thing was sobbing and moaning his heart out while getting railed hard. His pussy throbbed with oversensitivity from what you were doing and his legs shook hard from the feeling of you slamming into him over and over again.

Despite his body's state, Muzan could feel another orgasm building which made him cry out even louder than before. You could tell that he was close by how much the demon was squirming around, a fresh wave of tears spilling down his face as he desperately tried to hold himself back, not wanting another punishment on top of everything else. You could feel your own stamina wearing thin as the two of you had been going at it for a while now so you decided to give him what he wants. You leaned in close so that your lips were brushing against the shell of his ear before giving him a clear command,

"Cum for me, darling." He didn't waste a moment of your mercy and came with another loud shout, squirting on your cock before collapsing against the bed, too tired to hold himself up any longer.

You hummed and pulled out of him delicately. Normally due to the two of you having the status of enemies and the fact Muzan always refused you, you could never tend to him after having sex. But now that he was so exhausted and fucked out all he wanted was comfort. So you cleaned him as best you could with a warm wet towel, knowing that he didn't want a bath at that moment. You then laid down next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and bringing him flush against your own body, lying a kiss on his forehead as he finally passed out.

do i wanna know? | a.b

pairing: dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, fingers in mouth, slapping, manipulation, hair pulling, gagging, possessiveness

w/c: 1.2k

summary: You really didn't wanted to repeat the toxic realitionship you had with your ex boyfriend austin butler but let's be honest, how could you resist him when he's fucking you so good?

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"C'mon pretty girl, just say yes" Austin panted in pure pleasure but also concentration as he thrusted his dick quickly in and out of your clenching pussy while he whispered and moaned into your ear like you've never heard before.

"nuh-hu" you shook your head, disagreeing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying that simple word with three letters.

"Don't act like you weren't a cock hungry whore 10 minutes ago angel, fucking don't" he rasped with his southern accent with an angry frown. You knew that he was a very impatient person but he also knew that you loved teasing him and testing his boundaries.

He quickly grabbed your hair and put them in a ponytail with the purple hair tie around his wrist that he probably had on there since the two of you broke up months ago.

You were a moaning and whining mess when Austin gently kissed your ear and temple before he spoke up again,

"You love when I fill this pussy with my cum don't you pretty girl?" not a single word could escape your mouth right now, you were only able to nod as a answer with a tiny and quiet 'uh-hu'.

"yeah, of course you love it when your ex is filling this cunt up with his cum, that's right, let's fill it up" he nodded along while he spoke these words which were a curse but also music to your ears.

Completely teary-eyed and desperate you cried out when Austin spanked your ass until you were screaming and begging him to stop.

"please s-stop! it h-hurts aus" you whined with tear stained cheeks and an already pretty hoarse voice. Your ex laughed quietly as his hands slowly stroked both of your red ass cheeks that were now decorated with his handprint.

"That's how it should be y/n, your ass marked up with my handprints, that's how it should always be, forever" he whispered before he bend down and gently kissed your shoulder blades. "Forgot how hot you look when your getting fucked angel" he muttered into your ear and you knew that he was wearing a smile on his face right now.

You rolled your eyes into the pillow before you let one last tear escape your eye but you couldn't let any other emotion escape your body expect for a loud moan and a whining plea with fresh tears in your eyes as soon as he started to ram into your wet pussy once again without mercy.

"and now fucking answer me" he demanded harshly with a groan while he pushed your face back into your soft pillow and thrusted his hips forward like he knew exactly how to ruin you. Well he actually does know exactly how to ruin you.

You shook your head into the pillow with a moan, still not wanting to play this toxic realitionship game with him you two had going on months ago for way to long.

Your ex leaned forward again, his forehead touching the back of your head before he cleared his throat and spoke up,

"Your gonna be mine again, if you want it or not"

You clenched your fists, the bedsheets next to your sweaty body being harshly curled up between your fingers as you moaned his name.

"a-austin, please a-aus need t-to cum" you whined with a pouty lip while austin thrusted into you with a fast and steady pace while groans and moans fell from his lips that were so close to your ear.

"oh you wanna cum princess? You think your ex can make you cum?" he asked you angrily while he didn't stop his hip movements, since he played his elvis role, his hip movements are even better than before to be honest.

You nodded with your head, muttering a quick 'yes'.

"No, you don't fucking think it y/n!" he told you harshly as he pushed you by your hair towards him and gave your cheek a quick and harsh slap.

"open."

You couldn't disobey him right now, you were to much of a pussy right now to disobey him, because you would be totally lying if you said that you wouldn't be a bit afraid of him at the moment.

So you nodded real quick before you opened your mouth and looked up at him through your wet eyelashes.

And I'm not even lying when I'm saying that Austin never got so immense hard before in his entire life by just a simple look you gave him.

Austin looked at you for a quick second with a tiny bit of shook in his eyes, almost like he's never seen something so beautiful before.

"God baby, look at you" he whispered with a smile on his lips and stars in his eyes, obviously immensely attracted by your gaze. He bit his lip before he put his middle and ring finger into your mouth and slowly thrusted them deeply into the back of your throat.

You still remained your gaze on him as you gagged around his two fingers, tears slipping from your eyes while austin didn't stop his movements, nor his hip or his fingers.

Austin put his other hand that's wasn't preoccupied on your jaw and hold your head in place so you couldn't look away from his hungry gaze.

"You don't think that your ex can make you cum, you know that your ex can make you cum" he whispered with a fake pout while he nodded with his head and stroked your cheek with his thumb before his other hand left your open mouth. You batted your still wet eyelashes at him before you sniffled and nodded in agreement.

"I know that you can make me-"

"no, no, no baby, say it like that; 'I know that my ex, austin butler can make me, y/n y/l/n, cum' " he demanded quitely with a tiny smile painted on his slick visage. You quickly nodded with your head in your submessive state and answered,

"I know that my ex, austin butler can make me, y/n y/l/n, cum" you told him while you held eye contact with him trough your glassy eyes.

His other hand that wasn't holding your head in place left your face and made its way down to your hips where he gently placed it then.

"and now be a good girl and answer my question" he muttered as he looked down and spread your ass a bit, giving himself a better view of the way he was gliding in and out of your pussy.

Austin leaned slightly forward again until his nose was buried deep into your hair and you swear you could feel him smirking as he asked you the question,

"do you wanna be my girlfriend?" his thumb was softly caressing your hip while his other hand gave your clit a couple of tiny touches, obviously teasing you to death right now.

You let another tear run down your cheek as you realized that your never gonna get rid of him, your never gonna be able to wave him goodbye or close the door right infront of his face again, you knew from that second on that you were meant to be. That you were his.

"Yes." you mumbled quitely with a shaky tone and hoarse throat.

"good girl." he whispered with a nod before he kissed the top of your head and went on with fucking you until you only knew his name.

may i request a sakusa noncon fic? maybe his wife is acting like a slut (she’s not, she’s just talking to people at a party) and he forced himself into her in the bathroom to teach a lesson

hiiii !! yes, you may req thatt . i dont see a lot of noncon fics , so why not? i added in a lil suna too. thank you for requesting!!

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SLUT ?

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warnings:: noncon,, jealousy,, toxic (?),, bathroom sex,, doggy style,, readers bent over the sink,, choking,, hair pulling,, kissing,, cockwarming,, cock blocking,, lmk if i missed sum .

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sakusa preferred to not involve himself in anything atsumu related,, especially parties thrown by the imbecile. shit,, he avoids parties in general .

why?

because it's like reliving highschool all over again. hot,, sweaty,, germy bodies dancing around and humping eachother with no shame at all. yeah no. he'd rather stay home with his beautiful wife,, you.

speaking of you,, you're the reason he's in this predicament.

what predicament you may ask?

well,, you dragged him out the house and to tsumu's party. you said,, and he quotes,, "but kiyoomiii ! this is a good opportunity to make yourself new friends,, as well as just have fun,, you know? come on were going in!"

sakusa strongly disagreed with your words,, but he couldn't possibly bring himself to say no to you. he figured it couldnt be that bad,, he thought you two could just talk the whole time.

he thought wrong.

suna,, your best friend,, pulled you away from sakusa as soon as you walked in,, leaving him all alone to watch you smile and laugh with suna.

thats where he is now,, standing in a corner by himself staring at you.

sakusa doesn't consider himself a jealous man,, spoiler: he is,, but as he begins staring harder he notices the way you're looking at suna. you look at him as if you adore him,, you don't look at him any type of way. you smile at him and laugh at his jokes as if he's the funniest man to exist,, sakusas literally just being delusional.

eventually,, he couldn't take it anymore.

sakusa walks over to you,, picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he's careful to hold your skirt down over your ass,, as to not flash anybody.

suna just laughs while sakusa walks away with you,, bringing you to the bathroom. suna loves messing with sakusa.

though,, it does hurt him a little to see his crush get carried to the bathroom to get fucked by her boyfriend. but thats life suna guesses.

meanwhile with you,, you're extremely confused. but once sakusa takes you into the bathroom,, locking the door behind him,, you get an idea of what's about to happen.

"omi, what are you-"

"shut up and take what i give you. sluts don't speak."

"but i don't wanna-"

you're interrupted by sakusa bending you over the sink,, two of his fingers invading your hole,, a small moan slips from your throat as a result of his action.

after a while,, sakusa jerked his fingers out of you and shoved himself in without warning,, instantly bottoming out,, and ramming into you.

you scream and cry,, moreso of pleasure but definitely of pain as well,, but no one heard you cries over the music and their own chatter.

sakusa didn't care for your cries,, he just needs to relieve himself of the stress you put him through. it's only fair you help him since you caused it,, right?

he wraps one hand around your throat and burrows another deep in your hair,, ready to pull it at any time you try to resist him.

when sakusa gets close to his release,, you've already came 4 times. you know he's close because he grips your hair even harder,, snapping your neck almost. he slams his hips into you a few more times before an imprisoned gasp escapes the confines of his throat,, ringing throughout your ears and leading you to another orgasm yourself. you and sakusa come down from your highs together.

you two stay like that for a little,, you cockwarming him,, making out. that is until you hear a knock on the door and a familiar voice,,

"come on,, that's enough fucking you nasty asses. get the fuck out,, i need to pee!"

suna can be such a cock block sometimes.

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Sex with bestfriend’s ex

It wasn't wrong. How could it be? Jungkook was your bsf - Jane’s - ex. And she had cheated on him. She cheated on him and mocked him in the crowd. She never wanted him. So it wasn't wrong to fvck him in the closet at a party, right?

And anyway, now that his hand was gripping your neck while his kisses flaunted over your collarbone, you wondered why would anyone cheat on this piece of heaven. He was perfect. The perfect man.

“Fvcking focus,” he gives your hair a tug as his lips now catch yours. His piercing pricks the corner of your lips as your back presses against the closet door more firmly.

The music from the party outside seems to fade when his free hand squeezes your hips. “Strip, now,” Jungkook pronounces with a certain arrogance that makes you abide by his words instantly. He unbuckles his pants and in no time you find your dress laying on the floor.

You're still in your bra and briefs. You weren't sure if you had to take them off too. Because frankly, you have had three interactions with Jungkook in total. One of which was, now, making out with him. Seeing you pause awkwardly waiting for him to get off his clothes, Jungkook lets out a low laugh.

An evil mocking laugh.

“I should've been specific. Strip to nothing,” he just gets his pants to fall to his knees and you take a hint that he wasn't going to get naked. But you don't worry about getting yourself nude. Just when you are done with your bra, Jungkook doesn't bother waiting and pulls you into his arms.

His lips clasped yours once again, but this time more hungrily. He helps you remove your briefs before grabbing your hips and giving you a bit of push. You wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you between the door and himself.

Your weight pressed on the door so he could balance. His lips move towards your neck as he starts to colour it. His teeth grace your skin as he sucks on it with his tongue swirling. You don't particularly mind it but you are forced back to the memories of Jane’s hickey you had to cover up before classes.

She had all of this. She was once in this place. Are you even in a place as hers? Or are you just a hookup? Worse, you're a way for Jungkook to hurt Jane. To get his revenge.

“You get distracted so easily, huh? You're not enjoying this baby?” your response to his words is a deep mo@n with your head thrown back. His lips were now sucking at the tip of your breast. His eyes fixed on how pretty you looked trying to hold yourself back from screaming his name.

You couldn't bring yourself to hate this. It was impossible. Your hand went over his neck and started to trace down to his chest. Clothed one to be specific. His chest was heaving up and down, not as hastily as yours, but still.

He rubbed his hardness against your warmth. “Jun-jungkoo-” you shut your eyes close as you just felt him. Everything else is hazing out. “Such a pretty toy,” you don't get time to overthink his words before he rams himself all the way in. Your core twisting at the feeling.

You have to slam your hand on the mouth to physically stop yourself from mo@nig out too loud. A muffled grunt leaves him as he shuts his eyes close. “So fvcking tight,” he groans as he brings himself to move back and forth.

Your sweaty back rubs over the closet door with no friction as he continues to rearrange your guts. Despite the trouble, your muffled moans still echo out pretty loud to fall upon his ears. But he wanted more. He leans forward to hear you better. To hear your cries better.

Your walls clench at the stretch by his length. He seems to hit every spot of your pleasure in the most disrespectful way ever. You loved this ecstasy. You loved the feeling of being totally dumb fvcked by him.

It doesn't take long for you to see the stars. To reach the edge and high. “Ah, kook,” you feel a tear trickle down your eye as it feels more than just a dream. A wet one to be specific.

But just when the best part comes, you hear loud bangs on the door. “Jungkook, you fvcking wh0re, get out now,” you feel nothing but panic when you hear the voice.

It was Jane.

Queen to Queen

Shenzi had been feeling a touch restless, even though she'd reunited with Ed and Banzai---she couldnt settle herself tonight.

Quietly getting up so she wouldnt wake Ed, she decided to take a walk. Maybe she'd grab something to eat to settle herself but if she was honest she wasn't hungry.

She preferred the savannah at night--it was peaceful. No ugly lions to bother her and the stars were so beautiful, especially on a full moon like tonight with not a cloud in the sky.

The queen found herself staring up at the sparkling sky when a sound caught her attention--a whoop. A name. Unlike when she heard Cheezi, this was a name she recognized.

She almost tripped over her own paws in her haste to follow the sound.

A ways away, another large adult female hyena had been whooping for almost an hour. Even after all the years separated part of her hoped to see her birth clan again. To see her mother, her friends and her queen. The male that had been by her side nudged his head into her neck. "My queen....."

The larger didnt look at him.

He sighed. "Nyota....."

Her ears flattened to her head. "I know Jabari.....just...go back to the den....I'll be back soon."

Jabari looked at her with worry but nodded. "Alright alright---if youre not in the den at sunrise though I'm coming back to find ya--and I'll bring the kids" He grinned and gently bonked his head against her shoulder to try and make her laugh which he succeeded in. She laughed and shook her head.

"Yeah yeah....go on." She tossed her head and watched him until he disappeared among the foliage. Finally letting her posture sag with a sigh. As she looked back up, her ears twitched, eyes widening.

For the first time, someone finally responded. They whooped back and she knew exactly who it was!

Nyota almost crashed into Shenzi in her haste, Shenzi rapidly backing up a few paces to give them both some space. Breathing heavily.

Her eyes were wide, legs trembling. She felt like she couldn't find her voice, inwardly debating if she was seeing things so Shenzi ended up speaking first.

"...Kid? Nyota?" Each hyenas whoop was unique, their own name and call to identify themselves among the clan. It was part of Shenzi's job to know them by the time they were old enough to join the hunt.

Hearing her queen say her name broke the floodgates, Nyota rammed into Shenzi all over again. Pressing her head along the older females shoulder and under her chin with anxious laughs mixed with sobs.

"Qu-qu-queen Shenzi! Queen Shenzi! Y-yes! Yes! I-its me----i didn't...didn't think I'd ever see you again!" The young queen cried. Though right now she didnt feel like a queen...she felt like a lonely lost cub who'd finally been found again. "Where--where did you all go!? I---the fire! The smoke I couldn't...I couldn't find--you were all---I got burned I couldn't---!"

"Hey hey hey kid hey slooowww down! breathe!" She interrupted the others, returning the affectionate gestures by bumping their foreheads together. "Have you been alone this whole time?"

She snuffled around the younger hyenas ears and forehead worriedly at the news of a injury. Shenzi was on decent terms with Aza, Nyotas mother---though she wasn't exactly sure if they were friends they were at least friendly. She remembered how heartbroken Aza was when Nyota disappeared, as she'd been Aza's only cub.

Nyota took a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself though the tears hadnt quite stopped. "It--it isnt bad now--all healed." She shifted to show where her haunch and hind leg had been badly burned, ears flattening when she saw Shenzi cringe. "I got by okay! I-I was alone for a little while....but then I met a male! He wasnt from our clan, his names Jabari! We have a clan now..." The tears were starting to slow, the snuffling causing small giggles.

Conversation between the two matriarchs went back and forth for much longer than either of them anticipated, mainly Shenzi asking questions while Nyota caught her up on what had been happening in the area and in her own life....until Nyota fell silent for a few minutes.

The young hyena seemed to be feeling a touch awkward. "I....I didnt stop looking for you.....I just didnt know where you went....I couldnt find you or anyone else from our clan" Her gaze lowered the longer she talked until she was just staring at the ground. "Are.....are you angry?"

"Angry? Oh honey.......no. No of course not. I'm just glad you're ok."

"Really? Why...why didnt anyone come back? Where did everyone go? What...what about my mom?" She looked up at the older hyena...and Shenzi felt like she was back in their old territory telling little cubs a old story.

"We got all split up after the fire...I even lost my ear trying to get t' a lil one outts the flames. Went to a good territory bout a day and a half travel from the pridelands, your mom is there. I even lost Banzai and Ed for a while......" Her ears drooped and she shifted as the memory was painful.

"That far? But....Queen Shenzi then what're you doing here in the backlands? Is anyone else here? Is my mom here too?"

Shenzi giggled as Nyota addressed her as 'Queen'. "Kid....I aint your queen anymore ya know. Youre the queen of your /own/ clan now! You can jus' call me Shenzi...but yeah. Safer to be further away. I came back lookin' for Banzai and Ed! We live in the backlands now, jus' the three of us. I uh...."

The matriarch huffed a little and looked up at the stars. "I gave it up...being queen'a the main clan to look for 'em. Your mom is still with the main clan, with my sister Niambi."

Nyota wasn't sure how to feel about that....it was a little uncomfortable. Shenzi was the only queen she'd known and calling her as such was the only way she'd known since she was a cub.... but she smiled hearing about the two males. "Im glad youre all ok. We have a few spare dens around the backlands youre welcome to use."

"Awwww well arent you sweet, kid!" She laughed then took a big breath, looking toward the horizon. They'd been talking for hours it seemed and sunrise was on its way. "We're doing alright though." She chuckled and head bumped the younger female. "Dont be a stranger, kid."

"I wont! I wont--never again. I gotta get back...or Jabari will come get me with the cubs." She chuckled and Shenzi snickered. "Thank you, Queen Shenzi."

"Yeah yeah yeah." Shenzi laughed. "Queen to queen, I hope to see you and your little ones around on friendly terms" She watched Nyotas retreating form with a smile, feeling better than she had been when she left their den that night.

She hoped she could at least catch a couple hours piled up before Banzai and Ed got up.

Girlfriend spotted.

"You're probably wondering why I've brought you here..." A pause as she lead the young man she'd been seeing for a few months now, one of the boys from the local village. He'd been handsome enough, a kind fellow and, as she'd discovered, one of... average size. The perfect target for her own personal and selfish desires. It'd been a proper romance too. She'd well and truly developed feelings for him too, just as he'd her. Which would make what comes next all the sweeter.

Before she'd finish, a force would knock him out, the last thing he saw before darkness took him the faintest traces of a smile on Ariette's lips.

Much time passed, and, as he woke up he'd find naught but darkness still. Cloth wrapped around his eyes, body bound to... something. Bound, blind... But they could hear. And what they heard was the sounds of Ariette's voice, crying out not in pain but in pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Yesh~! Deeper!! Deeper deeper!! Its sho good...!" she cried out, laughter accompanying each deep thrust that rammed deep into her, pounding into her womb and bulging out her stomach. "Sho long..! Pegasus..!! This is it... This is the cock I love! His can't even compare!!"

The young man could barely believe his ears. Those words... They couldn't be coming out of Ariette's mouth. Not his stern, sweet Ariette! This had to be some sort of trick. A lie. His mind was already racing with the thoughts of denial, even as the sounds of wet, sloppy sex and her exhilarated voice pierced his ears. He'd struggle and fight, calling out, asking what was going, demanding answers. Or rather, he would if he didn't find his mouth taped shut.

"O-oh..? Pegasus, he's.. oh fuck right there, pound my cheating pussy you beast...! Fuuuck.... Hah... Ah... H-he's awake.. L-look at him. He's struggling and.. Oh god!" her laughter sneaked out between her moans, a smile in her voice. "Oh gods... L-look...! He's so hard.. He's listening and... Gods his little dick is-"

She was cut off again, crying out as an orgasm rocked through her petite body. "I-I'm shorry~!! Y-You're right! I-it doesn't matter, just... fuck... Fuck im gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum im gonna cum- my cheating pussy is cumming from horsecock!"

Her back would arch and another unhinged moan left her lips as she came, her juices spraying forward in a massive fountain as she finally, finally achieved the dream she'd always desired. Of course, she didn't have time to think too much on it though as Pegasus, her true lover to which her body belonged, continued to pound away at her petite body long into the night, utterly breaking the spirit of the poor boy Ariette had seduced.

Phineas groaned as he spread his legs across his chair. His pussy was throbbing, worse than usual. Becoming the headmaster was supposed to be rewarding, but it was all work. Work he wasn't used to. He hated children, lamented the future, and desperately needed to cum. He tried many times to deny himself, but each day became more and more unbearable. Taking a breath, he lined the dildo he'd smuggled into the school with his swollen, neglected hole, then pushed against his edges.

"Headmaster?"

His heart stopped. Looking up, he saw Professor Weasley standing on the other side of his desk, her eyes wife beneath her glasses. Immediately he panicked, demanding to know how she got in, but it was as obvious. She knew he password to his office and he scheduled a meeting with her, to discuss the new student, only he'd forgotten.

"Th-this isn't what it looks like!" he cried, scrambling to stand.

"Oh, I think it is," she said, a sudden grin reaching from ear to ear. "Here, let me help you, sir."

Before he could even process what she said, she was less than an inch away from him, her hand on the base of the toy. It all happened so fast. He leaned back as she tiled his chair, using leviosa to keep it balanced, then thrust the length inside, all the way to his end.

Phineas screamed, his cheeks glowing as the texture scrubbed his walls. He was soaking wet, but she'd moved far too quickly. His hole stretched widely around the object, which slammed into him with a violence he never thought the old witch capable of.

"S-stop!" he begged, arching back as the tip ground into his cervix. "You're ... you're raping me!"

"Oh, don't pretend you don't enjoy it. Doesn't it feel good?"

He opened a single eye, tears forming with every pump. She was rough, but she was good. Her rhythm was constant and brutal, making his head spin as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His poor hole, subjected to her every whim. It was shameful. She was beneath him, his lesser in every way, but in that moment he knew he was dominated. He couldn't stop her, even if he tried.

"Please! Y-you'll break it!"

"Good. I rather enjoy the idea of a headmaster with a broke hole. Don't you?"

What was she thinking? What was he thinking? His chest heaved as days of stress and misery washed away. His toes curled, his fingers gripping the arms as he lost control, his cunt so sensitive it almost hurt.

"Y-yes!" he sobbed. "Merlin's beard, yes!"

"Yes what?" She slowed her thrusts, earning a pitiful whimper as his walls clung to the rubber.

"R-rape me! Please!"

With a smile, she tilted his chair back even further, much to his worry. Then, with two hands, rammed the dildo directly down into his tight, but responsive little hole. White flashed in his eyes as his jaw dropped, the abuse unbearable. The speed, the twisting, the strength--all in that one, delicate spot between his legs.

"Come on, headmaster, you can do it. Let me see that hole tremble!"

He came with a thunderous roar, squirting like a fountain as euphoria clouded his judgement. It was incredible. His walls pulsed like a vice, fighting against the thrusts that continued to saw through his convulsions, until he couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed, his head hanging as Weasley chased another orgasm. She was relentless.

"I'm cumming! A-again!"

The second orgasm made his back ache, his posture uncomfortable, but sent his cunt reeling. Everything began to shake, including his clit as another stream of liquid burst from his core. It was so good, it was everything.

"Engorgio."

Phineas' eyes popped. He wasn't sure he heard the spell right at first, but he was proven right when the toy began to double in size, and that was too much. Drool, sweat, and tears rung from his body as his hole met its limit. He felt it, felt his stomach coil as his now red and wrinkled pussy failed to adjust.

"Auuugh! No! No more! Please! I can't!"

"Oh, but you can. Trust me."

He didn't, but he also didn't have a choice. He came again, then again, then again, his vision blurring with every wave. He could feel his hole becoming looser with each contraction, but something about that, much to his demise, excited him. A man of his stature at the utter mercy of a Weasley.

He loved it.

He loved being raped.

"My hole!" he cried, gritting his teeth.

"What about it?"

"You're ... you're fucking it! You're fucking my hole without my permission!"

"And what do we say?"

His eyes glazed over, a lost smile filling his face. "Th-th-thank you!"

"You're welcome. Now, take this!"

He didn't think she could possibly fuck him harder, but she did, the leviosa spell nearly faltering as she hammered into him. As he faded into obscurity, the last thing he heard was the sound of sloppy, wet plunges, and the last thing he felt was maddening, euphoric bliss.

When Phineas woke, Professor Weasley was nowhere in sight. His legs, still dangling over the arms of his chair, were cold and numb, but his hole, which made him gasp when his senses returned, was teeming with wonderous spasms, and it was so hot he could see the warth on the air. His office was usually cool, but evidently it hadn't been cool enough to ease the damage his colleague had done.

"Ooh..."

He couldn't sit up, not fully. All he could do was stare, humiliated, at the wet parchment on his desk. He'd ruined it with his own fluids and would have to come up with an excuse. Most of it was complaints, but some of it was student assignments. What a fool he'd been.

With an exhausted sigh, laid back, his head still spinning as he caught his breath. To think a Weasley had such veracity in her, and how he longed to feel more of it.

His hole would never be the same.

I wish you would write a fic where... Skull gets obsessed with one of those stress-busting smiley balls. NOT nsfw. FLOOF.

Hmm, let’s see if this will upload this time.

[11am, Angel Grove High School] "....So, what's it like to have a thigh gap?" This was not the subject change Billy had meant, and it really showed in the lines of Skull's face as the genius readjusted the linen V-neck he'd fished out of the back of the punk's closet to go with the faded sky blue skinny jeans and clunky, bouncy, comfortable clogs that really just highlighted the problem Billy was finding more and more that he couldn't cover up. He'd put on an elk skull necklace, two stainless steel chain necklaces, a black choker, slipped on those spiked wrist guards that were actually really dull on further inspection, and added some of the creepier earrings in Skull's collection to the look--lots of black metal that looked like they had souls from the underworld trapped in the textures, as well as two drop earrings that Trini had flinched away from on closer inspection because they looked like two rotted ram heads smiling out at her--before coming to school (thusly discovering Skull had way more than just two piercings; four in each ear, the right with three of them in the upper shell) but still, still... For all he and Bulk used to give people a hard time, Skull had never actually come off as scary. This was not a problem Billy had in this body. Indeed, Kim figured absently as she straightened away from one of her best friends in different form; he kind of got the exact same look to cross his face as a serial killer in movies in the mid-80s: cold, but absolutely willing to murder with the cops right around the corner. (Zack was not ashamed that he put his phone on silent and kept the camera on for this exact reason. Plus, with Billy dressing Skull's figure, he kept meandering between unquestionably adorable, and so incredibly hot that Zack was sure all of Billy's friends were getting whiplash and aroused by accident. He needed records for posterity.) He was murderous, and his voice was frost, but Billy still answered the question. "Horrible. Trying to get dressed to hide it is a chore, and when I make a token effort to sleep, I have to keep a pillow between his legs because he's constantly cold and the sound of his knees knocking together makes me both irrationally angry and so sad I have, in fact, cried." To further emphasize his disapproval with the ridiculous assumption that Kim seemed to have that it was nice to reach such a disgusting beauty standard, Billy crossed legs and started tilting left and right, blowing a breath up into black hair he hadn't tried to add gel to, because he was of the mind that Skull looked much better this way (which Zack agreed with, mentally); "Also, he has no ass, and no padding, and I hate it." Looking reasonably ashamed of herself, Kim sipped from her drink and looked over to the table Tommy, Jason, Bulk and Skull were sitting at so as not to draw too much attention to their awful situation. Neither Bulk, nor Jason, sitting precariously in each other's bodies, looked especially pleased with literally anything happening. Jason had never been as big as Bulk, and had been utterly blown away that the more antagonistic punk was actually hella strong underneath the excess plush. He'd accidentally ripped his own backpack in half with those big hands and had to change twice because he'd underestimated the fat-to-muscle ratio of Bulk's entirety and Bulk in Jason's body was looking pretty pissed that Jason had ruined two of his favorite pants and one of his favorite shirts. (None of the others knew, but Jason was also freaking out that he absolutely could not get aroused in Bulk's body, or the already very large appendage in his boxers made him wish he were dead from the constriction.) Kim had to give it to Bulk, though, the guy was showing a tremendous amount of restraint and responsibility towards taking care of Jason's body. He hadn't dressed him up weird, he hadn't done anything to his hair, he'd chosen one of the dozens of red shirts to go with jeans that looked comfortable, and he was eating as balanced a meal as the high school cafeteria could offer. A fruit salad and chicken sandwich that was stacked with plenty of protein and iron, as well as nothing but water; none of which he'd try flicking at anyone, or had gobbled up like he clearly wanted to so he wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Truly, the weirdest people from a distance, from an outsider's perspective, would probably be Tommy, with the way he kept looking at Skull in Billy's body. As if he were a five year old at risk of running off into the street if someone wasn't keeping an eye on him at all times. …Which was probably not that far off the mark. Skull might have been the friendlier of the punk duo, but he never quite gave off the vibes in his own body that he was giving off like fairy lights in a black forest in Billy's. He was wearing comfortable clothes from Billy's closet--but they were from the waaaaay back of the closet, which Billy had probably forgotten had even existed. Black denim bootcut pants, black boots with cute little blue dragons sewn into the laces, a black button up Skull was wearing with all the buttons undone, and a dark blue shirt with the words-- *

* [7pm, The Youth Center] "Usually in the Direction of Increased Entropy." Apart from the little head spin, the add lack of gravity, and then falling back down to earth once transferred from one body to the other, Skull didn't miss a beat from one moment to the next. He easily snatched the little ball from the air in front of Billy that Bulk had given him the other evening at the onset of the bodyswap. A cute little orange ball with a smiley face, stopped from landing in the malt Billy had been sipping across from him, as Skull also found himself admiring his handiwork. "You really do look much better with contacts," was the first thing out of his mouth, back in the trappings of his own body and familiarity of his own voice, before he started rolling the ball back and forth across their shared nook table as he glanced over his shoulder to get a look at the little crash that had to be Bulk and Jason. Billy had to hide the full body heat encompassing him as Skull looked away by sipping at the malt he hadn't been drinking moments before; it had a slip of whipped cream down in the bottom that he twitched at, but it gave him something to focus on other than... Jason had tripped with a waiter's platter full of food Bulk had bought up from Ernie's bar--moist ham and cheese on rye, volcano cakes bubbling with dripping fudge syrup, apricot jelly on crisp toast, two malts much the same as Billy was sucking on, though one was quite obviously full of red cherry syrup for Jason and one was half white from vanilla bean--but seeing as Bulk had been nearby spotting Tommy at the weights (making sure everyone was slightly less curious about they two) it wasn't a far stretch once he was back in his own body to reach out and catch. Both Jason and the food were safe in hand, a little spin and a tuck, strong and deft hand and fingers at the tray, a smooth, muscled arm pulling Jason up from a freefall like he was little more than a stuffed toy. Billy thought they looked quite the picture, almost like a campy musical number was about to take place--and Tommy was the one that caused the crash of metal on the floor with the drop of his large barbell. Skull let out one of his more flittering laughs at the look on Tommy's face, that little ball in hand spinning around his fingers like a trick coin and Billy had not been so pleased to hear that sound since he was twelve. Perhaps it showed on his face for the rest of the Juice Bar to see--for Zack to see with his little camera phone--but he didn't really care as Skull looked back at him. Billy slid the malt over to the punk, raising his hand with an open palm and pleased to find Skull smiling at him--really smiling--as he caught the request. The smiley ball was caught and Skull tucked into the malt with a hum as Billy tried his hand at the spinning. (Trini and Kim had Zack send them the video of this event. They traded for the one Trini was taking of Jason being flopped onto the weight bench, red as a beet, glowing like Mars in the sky, and completely unprepared for Bulk to huff and hand him the cherry malt like nothing was worth mentioning.)

ch 3 ain't your mama

Tw:Verbal abuse

age 10

At ten years old Sage Trager had learned where her so called father had been hiding out deciding to track the bastard down and demand answers.

During the years Jax had married a woman , wendy case , Wendy was a crow eater for three years before meeting Jax , they had became drinking buddies and with Gemma pushing for grandchildren , they tied the knot , however they had their ups and downs.

Opie later on tied the knot with his girl Donna , she was kind , but worried about opie most of the time , like most old ladies were.

After speaking to her mother saying she would be back , Sage Trager was on her way , Marcus Coleman was still in charming , well on the outskirts ,but the ten year old will demand the answers , and If he dare give her trrouble , She'll kick him out of this town.

.......

"OW WATCH IT ASSHOLE!" Sage said as she was rammed into by a boy , but not any asshole , Esai alvarez was litterly on top of Sage , the eleven year old was stammering as he got up , holding out a hand for her.

"Sorry angel." Esai said as he pulled her up.

"I'm no Angel , now go away and back to your daddy like a good boy." Sage said pulling herself up.

"So mean , nope just for that your stuck with me for the day." Esai said puffing out his chest.

Sage rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand,and off the ten and eleven year old went.

....

"Ok hear it is." Sage said while still holding Esai's hand , who noticied that as they got closer to the house , her grip got tighter , breath uneven , and voice wavering.

"You okay?" Esai whispered as She nodded in a daze.

Just as they were about to reach the porch , the door opened and a boy no older than two rushed out with a woman.

At first Sage thought she got the wrong house , untill Marcus Coleman walked out in all his glory.

"Daddy look!" The boy yelled pointing at her , and Marcus knew exactly who she was , the child he left when she was only five ,  all because he couldn't handle his wife and children being "different".

"Oh my are you two lost , do we need to call your parents?" The woman said grabbing her son , before taking a good look at Sage and Esai,Sage noticed the blonde was way younger than her mother , somewhere in her early twenties.

Pausing she grabbed Sage's face , and knew , she knew who she was.

"Rebecca get inside and take Enzo-" The woman Rebecca , glared at the man , before smiling at Sage.

"I've heard alot about you Sage , I'm rebecca , and this is Enzo , Your baby brother." She said as Sage let the first thing come out of her mouth.

"Was he drunk?" Sage asked , Meanwhile Esai was glaring at Marcus , who glared right back.

"Yeah and between you and me , I've handed him the divororce papers so many times ,  but he has threatened to take Enzo away from me , stupid right , so I had to stay." Rebecca said.

"Not stupid , your a mother protecting your child , willing to ruin your own happieness to protect him from a pathetic man." Sage said.

Marcus walked Forward Grabbing her by her Backpack , Esai yelling at him to let her go , as Sage lashed around until her feet hit the ground.

"Go away back to your mother kid , Your not wanted here." He said.

"No Im not wanted by you , why your couldn't handle a deaf wife and two kids who weren't "Normal" , Is that it ,." Sage stated as Esai got infront of her protectivly as Marcus stepped towards her.

"Marcus that's enough!" Rebecca yelled as Enzo cried.

"Shut it you bitch!" He exclaimed.

"Stop it your scaring him!" Sage

exclaimed , eyes watering as Enzo cried .

"SHUT IT YOU MISTAKE!" Marcus yelled , as Sage's tears flowed down her cheeks , Esai let out a yell kicking the man in the dick grabbing Sage , as Marcus got up , Rebecca yelled for the kids to get into the car , as they ran .

In the car , Sage had buckled Enzo into the car seat , the childs cries were drowning out her own , as the car started , Marcus hed slammed on the windows making Sage flinch and grabb her ears as he demanded for the doors to be opened , as the car pulled out of the drive way Esai realized his dad was gonna have a field day about this and where he was going.

"The teller-morrow garage please." Esai whispered as the cries finally stopped.

........

Maeve rushed out of the bar as she saw the state her daughter was in , she saw a woman in her twenties holding a child , but what caught her eye was the mayan child who's father had rushed out after the mc had came by demanding to know if he was there , The two had explained everything.

Maeve was shocked to know that the woman with the child was the wife of her ex , along with the half-sibling of her children.

So she took them into her home ,believe it or not , it wasn't as akward as one might make it out to believe, Rebecca was eager to learn sign language and happy to finally have friends , Marcus had kept her sheltered and away from her family , Enzo infact was picking sign quick , he quite enjoyed the company of his two new sister's doting on him.

The club , Alvarez , and Happy payed Marcus a visit , that ended with him in the hospital.

Esai and Sage would sneak out to meat eachother , Well Maeve knew , but she wouldn't tell , as long as her child was safe and happy.

Rebecca and gemma hit it off , she was twenty three , same age as Jax , which gemma brought up that if she had waited , maybe Rebecca wouldv'e been a good match instead of wendy , however Rebecca stated that Jax was not her type .

All in all this was a tale that could be written in stone , or maybe even a book perhaps?

The end for now , yet this is only the begining of this tragic tale.

.......

Jennifer morrison

as

Rebecca Brennan *Coleman*

&

walker Scobell

as

Enzo Kylian Coleman

age 8 pre s1 / age 9-14 (s1-7)

— CAPTAIN'S YOUNG PUNK.

warnings/tags: nsfw (mdni!), afab reader, use of the words “good girl” and "brat", pwp, riding, oral (f! receiving), creampie, very slight sub/dom, reader is a horny mess, law is a tease, but a soft one. established relationship.

Law's eyes are dark with pleasure, blown pupils covering the steel gray in them.

He's mesmerized, thinking this is the greatest wet dream he's ever had, except it's not a dream. It's fucking reality.

You're laying on his bed, legs open wide and marked with his bites, nails, spanks. His. 

The sight makes his possessive streak rise with content. It licks his wounds, easies his insecurities. Right now, you look like you belong more to him than yourself.

He dives right in again, not giving you much time to come back from your orgasm before controlled flicks of his tongue press against your sensitive clit. You gasp, high moans going straight to his dick and making it twitch between his legs.

He's always known he likes your small hands on his hair, setting his stray hairs away while he reads, delicate touch lulling him to sleep. But he thinks that this rivals it, your hands clenching on his scalp so hard it hurts, desperately pulling him further down your sensitive lips.

Law lets you have your fun, lets you chase the feeling of his hot mouth eating you out, sucking on your clit before pushing his tongue inside, fucking you with it until he's numb, warmth spreading on his chest with your little cries.

He pulls back when you clench around him one too many times, resisting the urge to fuck you into the mattress when you moan in complain, instead spanking your clit, hard.

The wet sound makes you cry out loud, clenching around nothing. He knows he's going to dream about this moment forever. "Law–"

"Behave." He warns, two fingers pinching your lips together so your swollen clit puffs out, deliciously pink and wet, and his other hand goes down to smack it. "We have the whole night ahead of us. It won't be smart of you to be a little brat right off the bat, now would it?"

"Law, baby, please, 's too much. I want you inside, please."

He tsks, hand going down to pump himself and squeeze the bottom of his length, desperate not to cum untouched because of your begging.

You notice the slow movement, and have half the mind to hate him. Hypocrite. Giving you so much shit for being too horny when he's at the brink himself.

He only smirks. "What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?" and goes down on you again. Some of your recent orgasm drips past his lips, and just when Law thought his dick couldn't get any harder, you haul him up towards your mouth, kissing the slick off his lips.

"Won't you help me? Please," you ask in your sweetest voice, and the sound makes Law's heart stutter in his chest, clawing it's way up his throat. He does want to help. He really does.

"I said I'll take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?" He says, gentle fingers playing with your slit, making you gasp. Biting your mouth, chin, licking your neck down to your nipples, he blows on them, heart swelling with your answering meowls, and sucks them. Leaving wet traces until he's facing your slick, he eats out everything you have to offer.

"So wet for me, it must be embarrassing," he taunts against your cunt, tattooed E and A finally open you up. He scissors them inside you with slow movements, his rough thumb drawing circles into your clit. "This is all for me, isn't it? Answer me."

"Yes! Yes, Law, only you, it's always been– it's always for you. Fuck, baby, faster."

"You like it that much, hm?"

You can't take it anymore, feeling like you may snap any second now. "Yes, I do! Baby, please fuck me, I've been so good for you, I need you to– oh my god."

You're cut off by the way Law bullies himself inside you, his panting mouth open in a silent moan, and starts going hard.

He's cursing, ramming against your useless body, sounds wet and echoing deliciously on his ears. "Look at you, sucking me right in." You sob, cunt tightening around him to the sound of his breathless voice. "I know you like it when it hurts a little bit."

Your hands are flailing, grasping the sheets and being loud, louder than the squelching sound where his dick meets your heat, fluttering around his length and making his hips stutter in desire. Law hisses in pleasure before he spanks you. "Shut it, crew's still awake," he says, doing absolutely nothing to silence you.

You whimper out an apology, apparently too loud for his liking if the possessive way his hands grip your ass is anything to go by.

Without pulling out, he turns you onto your stomach, your head smashed against his pillows. "I don't want them to fucking hear you. Don’t make me say it again."

Nodding, you desperately cry out now against your Captain's pillow. Law hums in appreciation, “Good girl.” Bending over to gently kiss your nape, his inked hands start roaming all over your naked skin. "Come on, kiss me properly."

He bends a little further, sweaty chest now covering your back, his hips still slowly humping against your bum, and makes out with you despite the awkward angle. Tongue rubbing and sucking yours, swallowing every tiny sound. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you? You want my cum."

"Yes! Want it, Law, want you." Your answer comes with the fluttering of your hole against him. He smirks.

"But you'll cum for me first."

His hips speed up once again, hot length splitting your insides open, and you quickly move your hand down to meet your clit until he slaps it away with a growl. "I didn't say you could do that." He answers your cries with a mean snicker. "You'll cum again untouched, understand?"

You don’t think you can take it. It’s too much, he’s too much, too good, and your brain is all mushy for him. Body reacting to his every touch, toes curling when he hits a particularly good spot, then screaming when his tip touches your g-spot. "The-there! Baby, harder, faster."

Law smirks at the sound. “So damn bossy,” and downright abuses the bundle of nerves with this harsh thrusts. “Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

Your drawn out sob make his ears ring before you're creaming around him, unable to keep your moans in, even when you break the skin of your lips.

Law doesn't slow down his pace. "Tsk, look at how much you came. Messy little brat."

You can't see his face right now, focusing on catching your breath. But if you did, you would see a satisfied smile, his hungry gaze eating your body up, still so ready for him, so wet and hot where his hands are holding you. The sight making it difficult to slow down, so he doesn't. 

He pulls you up from your waist until your back is against his chest, and you almost cum again because of this new angle alone.

You’ll remember to thank your Gods for making this man fall in love with you.

His grip on your waist tightens as he’s getting close, but you're suddenly flipping him over, your need to ride him dumb overcoming you.

Hovering on top of his leaking cock for a second before you're leading him inside you, goosebumps rise on your skin with the way Law gasps.

You only bounce a few more times before Law cums hard biting his lips, the sight of your tits bouncing in rhythm with your little jumps doing it for him. “Mhm.” He hisses, feeling your walls milking every last drop. "That felt goo–ah"

“Ah– fuck.” Law stutters when you start moving your hips again, hot pleasure making his eyes fall shut.

"Again, please, fuck me again." You beg not giving him time to breathe, rubbing your wet lips on him before wildly bouncing on his twitching length. His answering smirk is too handsome, boyish, yet down right sinful.

He grips your waist to sit up and give you a languid kiss, tongue gently working against yours until he hears your needy moans against his mouth. He smiles, lips still touching yours when the bed bounces slightly to the rythm of your little jumps.

Law slowly lays back down, his hips lazily bucking up to meet yours. “As you wish.”

WAIT KINKY HOURS IS OPEN!? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS- Can you write about size kink with Seokjin? (Im still not over his shoulders😩) Maybe like the reader is helping him massage his shoulders to get the knots out but he notices her being distracted and also that she's tiny compared to him- Maybe something rough- just sayin 🥴

this is a liiiitle bit different from what i usually write but eh, worth a try!

~

you were visiting seokjin in his hotel after the latest concert, seeing him sitting in front of the vanity. "y/n," he breathes out once he sees you, "thank god you're here." seokjin stretches his arms to the side and welcomes you in a hug. you lean down to rest your chin on his shoulder, your lips against his ear, "you did so well tonight, babe."

"really?" he sighs, hands now on either side of your face as to caress your warm cheeks. "I felt a bit rusty." your chest tightens and you were about to respond to his atrocious statement and praise him, yet he stretches his right arm around while rubbing his shoulder. he grunts in pain, "fuck, my arm is so sore."

girlfriend mode activated.

"let me massage your shoulders, baby." you instantly offer your service to him without hesitancy. his whole face lifts up at that, readjusting his posture as if to get ready for the triumph he's about to receive.

"wait, let me take off my shirt."

"oh," you snicker, "alright." seokjin unbuttons his white dress shirt while purposefully locking his eyes with yours through the reflective surface in front of the two of you. he smiles innocently as if to play with you. once he slips off the garment, letting it fall on the carpeted floor, you almost wanted to look away from how ethereal he appears to be. whenever he's undressed is where you can truly see his sharp, toned build. not to mention his shoulders, broad and was always eye-candy to look at.

seokjin waits for your move, "hey, you," he reminds, "what got you tongue-tied?" you shake your head, not wanting to respond to that while your face was involuntarily heating up. you begin to massage his shoulders, pressing down firmly as to compensate for the size of your hands in comparison to his impressive proportions. seokjin grunts, closing his eyes as he immerses himself in the satisfaction.

"I don't get it," seokjin murmurs after a while of silence. "why you're blushing." suddenly, he grabs your hand and leads you around, applying just the right amount of force to make you sit on his lap. you couldn't breathe properly as seokjin dangles your legs on either side of his thigh, spreading yourself in front of the mirror. seokjin smirks, embracing you tightly, "watch where you're looking, dear. I can practically read your mind earlier."

"i don't know what you're talking about," you retort with a blunt expression, hoping to get your point across but he sees through the fake wall you've put up. his right hand reaches down to your skirt, lifting the hem so that he can fiddle with your underwear. seokjin fakes a pout, his other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you still.

the image in the mirror reminded you of many nights wherein he had you in this specific position. where seokjin would ram his hips up into you carelessly, hands holding onto your hips for dear life until bruises would form the day after. your ass would bounce onto his thick cock, milking it desperately to feel his cum spurt inside you, to fill you up and breed you. the moans he makes, usually high pitched to let you know how fucking good your tight, creamy cunt was making him feel. seokjin likes to keep you in place during a position like this. your hips in the air with both of his feet planted on the bed, fucking you from below. he likes to watch your boobs bounce, your hair scattered all over your dampened neck without a care of how you look like, your mind in a state of bliss. he likes to play it rough, loving your hopeless whimpers and cries of desperation. the power he feels whenever he has you in his arms, fucking your brains out, was unlike no other.

"earth to y/n?" seokjin whispers after nipping your ear. you jolt, eyes wide.

"ah, yeah?" you blush harder this time.

seokjin kisses your cheek, giggling, "a little brainless tonight, aren't we? why don't we put that into good use tonight, what do you say?"

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jealous dokyeom fucking u rough pls

Dang this ask reminds me of what I talked about with @hotgirlmingyu about jealous Seokmin that would make out with you in front of the person who tried to flirt with you. So allow me to elaborate more on that. Ahem. When the poor guy left, Seokmin then dragged you in the nearest bathroom or any space where he could fuck you to his heart's content.

So there you found yourself pushed inside a club's bathroom, he bend you over the sink, pulling you by your hair so you met his eyes from the mirror in front of you. The way he's being so rough with you made you wet and he ofc knew this. "You did it on purpose, didn't you? Such a naughty girl, acting as if you didn't know that guy was flirting with you," he hissed, his other hand moved to rip your underwear. Your skirt was flipped over your lower back, revealing your bare ass.

He landed a string spank over your flesh, the noise echoed through the wall along with your gasp. "I bet you're already so wet, I don't need to prep you," he whispered your ear while tugging your head to the side harshly. The pull on your hair sent this delicious pain on your scalp. With one hand he unbuckled his pants and freed his arousal. "You're gonna take what I give you like a good slut you are, okay?" He said darkly, pushing himself into you in one strong thrust, making you gasped loudly, back arched in pleasure. Your brain short circuited and you couldn't even think of a word to say, so simply nod.

"Already dumb? You really love it when I'm being rough with you, don't you?" He chuckled darkly while ramming into you. Again you only nodded. He landed another harsh slap onto your butt as he fucked you hard and fast. The sound of skins slapping and your cries filled the room, mixed with his low groans as he was abusing your hole, hitting that perfect spot inside you and made you see stars. You came before he did and he didn't slow down, sending you into overstimulation. Tears forming in your eyes and blurring your sight. The way he landed more harsh slaps over your ass made you cry louder. He finally came inside you with a long groan left his lips.

As soon as he pulled out, you could feel his juice trickling down your inner thighs. He dragged his long finger along your skin collecting his cum and shoving them inside your cunt again. You reflexively clenched around his digits. "Yea. Stay like that even after I pull my fingers out," he said, carefully pulling his fingers out of you. "Now we're going back out there, have a drink with that guy from earlier like normal. And you have to keep everything inside without him knowing. You can do that right, baby?" He said, smiling sickeningly sweet at you. When you only nodded, he frowned. "I need your words, baby. And if you don't talk, he might get suspicious, hmm?" He said, hands running through your hair in attempt to make them look presentable. "Yes, Daddy.."

"Good girl. A pity your panties is unwearable. But you can handle it, right? You're my perfect lil slut after all.."

Thank you for sending in an ask. I hope you like it! 🥰

ayo can I get a gate guardian x child reader who ran away from their parents due to neglect?

SCP 001, Your Guardian Angel

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Christian religious trauma, neglect, but I don't go that deep into detail about it. Really, the religious trauma is the worst part of this one. Also some mentions of not eating]

[AN: Y'all don't know it but I obsess over theology and angelology is amongst my favorite stuff to actually talk about. Did you know that sometimes, Uriel is considered the archangel of Friday? Changed the prompt a bit,,,? Because I had some thoughts-]

Part 2

Mama and papa don't really love you, they've said that time and time again. And when they do, it's because they're trying to pray the demon out of you, the demon that took root in your heart.

But you don't have a demon, you're sure of it! It's not your fault that there are little nubs sprouting from your back that are sure to take the form of wings. You have horns curling like a ram near your ears, and you've never bonked anyone with them!

Mama and papa say that you need to hide these things from other people, because what would the priest say if he saw you like this? What would the congregation say?

You have a really weird ability about you. People can stare at you for as long as they want, but they won't see your budding wings or horns unless you want them to. But it's kinda painful to keep that up for very long. One time, your mama and papa had you go an entire weekend, and you almost passed out. Your head went fuzzy, small body falling to the floor, it was painful, and scary.

Mama and papa made you hide yourself even more, confining you to the house.

Sometimes, they'd go days without paying you any attention.

They never touched you. Never hit you. Never ever laid a hand on you but they didn't love you. And oh, how your tiny heart broke. You cried, lots. Like Alice did to make a pond with her tears, your bedroom floor became the ocean.

Never once did they ever tell you they loved you. They talked about their lord whenever your tiny voice would beg for food, for attention, for a sliver of a notion that told you that you were still alive but were continually drowned out by the "will of God".

Barely 7 and without a loving touch your entire life.

And y'know, it's foolish to think that you almost had something good for once. Papa came into your room, hat in hand, and told you the three of you were going out on a picnic near the old dock. You remember seeing it a few times when you were even smaller. Your little nubs that were beginning to sprout feathers the color of your hair began to flutter, and your papa told you to stop.

You corrected yourself and apologized before bounding up to his side, eager to hold his hand. in your happiness, you hardly noticed how he kept you away at an arm's distance.

They loaded you up in the car, and you were too excited to even notice they didn't have a picnic basket. What were the three of you going to eat?

The drive took an hour, and you feel asleep on the way there. You dreamt of good food to ache your hungry tummy, and soaring high, high up in the sky.

When you woke, it was the late afternoon. It was a peaceful, late in the summer, the tall grass swayed, the water on the lake was sweet and every now and then, a fish would jump from the water to catch a tasty morsel. The sun was heading down, and without its heat, you began to grow cold.

Mama and Papa were nowhere to be found. They had to be playing with you, right? You called out for them, thick tears welling in your eyes as you ran about the tall grass, looking for them. Louder, and louder still, where were they?

You could feel your heart breaking, sobs devolving into hiccups. You couldn't breathe. Your hands balled into fists as you began to tear at the earth, your horns snagging on the tall grass as you yanked it up like threads of hair. You screamed in a tone no child should ever emit and stomped at the dirt, letting out all the anger your tired body would allow.

You haven't eaten in days.

Your rampage leads you back to the old dock, rickety boards of wood looking like they'd crumble under an adult's weight. Furious, but cooling down, you find yourself drawn to the water. And slowly, you make your way over, dropping to your knees and crawling due to the strength leaving your body. You want to nap. Your heart feels slow and weak, like you've used up all the energy you could possibly muster for one last hurrah. Your horns weigh your head down heavily as you near the dock's edge, hand reaching out to touch the water, but just barely allowing your fingers to dance across it.

Your breathing is slowing. Sleep will be upon you soon-

"They blessed them with an angel and look how terribly they've treated them." It's a voice that sounds like an amalgam of everyone who has ever lived in benevolence, sweetness, something kind and gentle, warm and fuzzy like a hug and pure love rolled into one.

Light dances across your tired eyes and you look upwards, peering at the glowing being that sits atop the water with legs crossed neatly over one another. They look positively divine. 6 large pairs of wings fan around them, sporting armor that looks most regal, and multiple pairs of eyes that look at you with pure love.

You blink and suddenly the being is sitting in front of you, hands reaching out to hold you. You feel even smaller as they cradle you in their large grasp, a soft song echoing in the back of your head.

"Who are you?" You ask softly. You sound like a frog, what with all the croaking.

"Someone who loves you." You feel the being stand almost weightlessly, holding you tightly to their chest as if you were a newborn and needed the skin to skin contact. They walk across the lake, uniform ripples forming under their boots. "I apologize," they continue, "for not receiving you earlier."

You don't even know what that means, only that they're sorry. You feel tears well in your eyes again and bury your face in their warm, armor covered chest, barely noticing how the multiple pairs of eyes squint slightly as if a mouth you cannot see is smiling.

"My little angel," they hum quietly as they lovingly brush one of their clawed hands over your head, "my little angel." It's repeated in multiple languages before it forms to a tongue that feels gutturally familiar. You know this tongue, you know it well, but it falls flat on your lips. Another hand softly wipes away your tears, and another gently hushes your attempts to speak.

Their fingers skillfully wrap around your horns, sliding things over them. Your small fingers reach up to feel the coldness of metal, recognizing it as bracelets? Rings? Whoever this is, they're adorning you. The nubs on your back no longer ache, it's as if the growing pain has stopped. The crickets continue to sing as their steps grow higher and further removed from the water.

"Where are we going?" You ask, your body no longer feeling as exhausted.

Their multiple eyes gaze down at you before glancing back upwards. "Somewhere safe, somewhere familiar, somewhere good" they answer. "You never should have been placed here to begin with."

You feel their 12 wings wrap around you, much like a cocoon, lifting you higher and higher. The warmth is overwhelming. After years of shivering alone in a dark and empty room, you almost feel like it's too much and not enough all at once. You close your eyes and allow yourself to melt into it, the feeling of hands lovingly cradling you, Enochian songs, and overwhelming light making you feel whole again.

THEIR FAVORITE SPOTS TO PLACE HICKEYS

NSFW (minors dni!) Featuring: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader, Akaashi x fem!reader, Tsukishima x fem!reader (yes, gym 3 squad because i'm a hoe for them) Contains: SMUT, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, degradation, masochism, some mentions of blood, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunnilingus A/N: lately i am very addicted to genshin impact, help me! haha, so this is my first time writing smut, taking a break from my fluff works lol. anyway, thank you for those who like and reblog, we very much appreciate it ❤️️ -- sloth 🦥

Akaashi likes giving you hickeys on your breasts. It is a hidden spot because he does not want you getting stressed about covering it up the next day. He gets turned on by the fact that it is unseen by others like it is some sort of a secret sexual souvenir between the two of you.

Breathless, he pulled away from the kiss and hoisted you above the kitchen counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. "Are you okay, babe?" He panted while hitching your skirt higher. "The counter tiles are cold but it's okay, don't worry about me," you then bit his lower lip, making him groan. He hastily unfastened your button-down blouse and moaned when he felt you were not wearing anything underneath. His fingers then played on your hardened nipples. He broke away from your mouth and started trailing kisses down your jawline up to your collarbone. His fingers found their way through your soaked panties and flicked through your clit slowly. "You're so wet, babe." You wanted to say some snarky remarks but you couldn't find your words, only a moan escaping from your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. Akaashi then eased two fingers inside your pussy, making you gasp. His mouth sucked on one of your nipples while his fingers pumped in and out of your hole, his pace becoming faster as he felt your nails digging deeper into his biceps. "Babe, I-- I'm cumming," you cried out. "Already?" He teased, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast and sucked on it, hard. This pain added to the sensation, finally releasing the tightened coil formed in your lower abdomen, drowning you in pure ecstasy. Recovering from your orgasm, you have now the energy to tease him back. "It's your turn now, Keiji."

Tsukishima loves sucking on your shoulders and back. He is a degrading teasing bastard, so it depends on his mood if he will place a hickey in a spot where it can be seen by others or not. You'll just know it the next day. One thing for sure, he likes to place a lot of hickeys. A LOT.

He grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him, your back flushed on his chest. "You're really a slut, huh? I bet you think of him pounding you instead of me." He whispered darkly against your ear, his wood rubbing on the entrance of your dripping pussy. "W-what? No-- Shit!" You choked as he suddenly rammed his cock inside you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Tsukishima then bit your shoulder and aggressively sucked on it, tasting some blood on his tongue. You mewled as the pain shot a wave of electricity straight to your clit. He then pushed you on the bed, sending you on all fours. His hands gripped your waist tightly and started to thrust his hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of your little tight hole. He held back a long grunt, denying you the satisfaction that you make him feel so fucking good. He then brought his lips on your back and planted kisses before he sucked another hickey. This made you whimper, "Harder, please, harder!" He upped his pace and sucked another spot on your back, while his fingers found your clit and vigorously rubbed on it. "K--Kei!!" You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around his dick. Tsukishima couldn't hold back his voice anymore as he moaned loudly when he came inside of you. You panted as the both of you came down from your highs, with him pulling you to lay your head on his chest. "That's the loudest moan from you that I ever heard so far." You teased. He tried hard not to smile but failed. "Don't push it."

Kuroo is another teasing asshole so when you consented to him placing hickeys on your neck, well, that was cloud nine for him. You tried to hide the first one he gave you by wearing a turtleneck and he laughed his ass off. He then helped you by placing a cold compress for it to heal faster, then using a concealer to cover it up -- he is surprisingly good at it.

"Stop squirming, babe." He looked away from his game on the television screen and sneered down at you. "You're lucky I'm horny today or else I wouldn't be here straddling you and warming your dick." Your eyebrows furrowed, feigning annoyance. Kuroo's smirk grew wider. "I know you love it too." "Shut up, asshole." You blushed and buried your face on the crook of his neck. His cock throbbed as he felt your pussy tightened around him. Losing his control, he threw his game controller away and lifted your head so he can see your face. "You guys done playing already?" You asked. "Not yet--" He growled as he snapped his hips upward, his cock poking your cervix, making you gasp. "H-how about Kenma and the others?" You stammered as he thrust upwards again. "It's a team game, right?" You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation. "It's okay, they'll replace me--" Kuroo placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up and down. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. He positioned your legs on either side of him, letting you ride on his cock. He then sucked hard on the thin skin of your neck, making you moan loudly. "Tetsu--" You whined as he held your hips in place and took over the rhythm, with him frantically thrusting his dick harder and deeper inside you. When you are nearing your orgasm, he stopped his thrusts, making you whimper in frustration. He smirked at you then stood up with his cock still buried in you, carrying you towards the bedroom. "Now the real game begins."

Bokuto goes feral when he sees the many hickeys he planted on your plush thighs. He can be possessive at times and these love bites mark you as his. He just adores your thighs -- he has this subconscious habit of running his large hands up and down them while watching television or squeezing them under the table during team dinners.

"Yes, right there, Bo, fuck!" You mewled as Bokuto continued to lap at your clit while his thick fingers plunged in and out of your slit. His other hand stroked his hard cock, now dripping in pre-cum. He then raised his head, looked at your fucked out face while rutting his wood into his hands. This encouraged him to up his pace, also making sure to brush over your g-spot. He then pulled his fingers out of you, held your thigh in place, and added another mark on your inner thigh, sucking on it, making sure that it will bruise over the next few days. "Stop Bo, please, I want you inside of me," you whined as you pulled his arms towards you. He happily obliged, hovering over you. He then rubbed his erection at your clit and entrance, gathering some of your fluids to lubricate his dick. Slowly, he inched his aching wood inside your pussy. You winced at first but eventually accommodated his thick cock. "That's my good girl, taking me so well." He cooed in your ear, making you tighten around him. He then started to thrust in and out of you, rhythm becoming faster as your moans became more erratic and louder. Your pussy creamed around his cock as you feel pressure pooling in your lower abdomen. Bokuto's grunts grew louder, which turned you on even more. "Babe, I'm gonna--" He rasped out as you felt his cum spilled inside your walls. You came after him with a splintering orgasm, squeezing on his cock even more. Panting, he softly smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "That's my girl."