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gloomwitchwrites · 1 month

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could you do one about all the members of 141 if the reader is super sensitive during sex, squeaks and squirms, cries but she likes it she’s just very responsive

Sensitivity during sex is subjective as everyone is different in that regard. So, here is my little offering to you, anon.

Content & Warnings: unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), dirty talk, missionary, established relationship, teasing, overstimulation, cowgirl, mirror sex, vaginal fingering

John “Soap” MacTavish: Soap is a bit of a tease. (wc: 374) Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Kyle talks you through it. (wc: 457) John Price: Wants you to watch. (wc: 404) Simon “Ghost” Riley: Simon pins you down. (wc: 391)

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John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny is a tease.

“How’s that feel, love?” he croons with a mischievous smile.

You whimper. Gasp. His hands upon your skin are simply too much.

Without an answer, Johnny goes down on one elbow, changing the position. He’s not even thrusting anymore, simply holding himself inside you, keeping your legs spread wide over his large, muscled thighs.

“Can’t use your words?” he mocks lightly as the tips of his fingers tenderly graze over a hardened nipple.

At the same time, he sinks a bit further, thighs spreading slightly, pushing your legs even wider. You’re unable to do much but writhe and wiggle beneath him. He always does this. Always teases. He loves how sensitive you are, and how your body comes alive beneath him. All the little sounds you make, all the sharp shakes and shivers, only motivate Johnny to draw forth more.

“What will happen if I touch you here, hm?” he asks, his hand dipping between your bodies. When Johnny says “here,” he runs his finger around the place your bodies meet.

Your cry is loud, and it only becomes louder when he trails upward to circle your clit. His name is there, on the very tip of your tongue, but each touch is a zap, stealing your voice.

But this touching and teasing isn’t cruel. You love every second. It only makes the end that much more electric.

“And here, love? What would happen?” he murmurs.

While still moving over your clit, Johnny leans forward, his tongue circling and then sucking your nipple into his mouth. Your body immediately contracts, every muscle tensing then relaxing. A little shiver rattles up through your spine and out to the edges of your limbs. It causes you to squirm, the sensitivity nearly overwhelming.

But there is nowhere for you to go. You are not only pinned to the bed by Johnny’s upper body but by his cock.

Johnny releases your nipple, his mouth forming a smug smile. “Suppose you need some relief, yeah?”

You curl into him, fingers digging into his skin. Johnny brushes your hair out of your face, and that too makes you tremble.

“Lie back,” he soothes, and you melt, molding to the bed as he flattens himself above you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle talks you through it.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

“That’s my girl. Look at you.”

Kyle delicately guides your legs toward your chest. You’re bent at the knees, trembling, breathing coming fast and heavy. Every touch of his is like a brand against the skin. It is an overwhelming tsunami.

“Kyle,” you beg. “Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Maybe for it all to end even though you crave the sensation.

“Gotta control that wiggling love.”

“I—I can’t,” you whimper, thighs trembling as he puts you into position.

Kyle parts your pussy with his fingers and you cry out. He tuts and then inserts two fingers. Your hips instantly buck and your back arches, wanting to escape from him.

“No no. None of that, love.” Kyle lightly presses down on your stomach, holding you still as he curls his fingers up and drags them, repeating the motion.

Again, you cry out, and then tears sting your cheeks as you claw at the bedding.

“Control your squirming and I’ll give you what you want.”

“You’re awful,” you whimper, every muscle in your body twitching, wanting to move.

“Do what I say, love. Know you can.” You inhale and Kyle chuckles softly. “That’s it. Good. Exhale. Again.”

He has you repeat the process until the muscles in your limbs calm.

Kyle’s hands retreat, and then he reclines beside you, rotating onto his back. His hand palms the base of his cock, stroking gently.

“Get on top, love. Hands on my chest. You control the pace.”

With a gentle tremble, you swing one leg over Kyle’s thighs, straddling him. You do as he instructs, placing your hands on his chest and angling your hips. He guides himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pushing in, stretching you wide, the sensation shooting up your spin and as well as to the tips of your toes.

“I know you can take it. Fuck, love. That’s it. Good.”

You slowly slide down on him, groaning loudly, nails digging into his chest as you impale yourself on him.

“Oh—fuck.” Kyle’s hands are on your thighs, running up and down them in a caress.

It takes every bit of your concentration to focus on the rhythm of your hips. You’re overly sensitive, and this position reaches deep, hitting that sweet spot every time you come down on him.

“Kyle,” you beg, but it’s without meaning. You just need to talk, to say something, to verbalize your need in whatever way you’re able.

His answer is a groan. “That’s it. Fuck, love. You feel amazing.”

Slowly, your eyelids open, and you’re greeted with a beautiful sight.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he says, one hand sliding between your breasts.

John Price

“Look at yourself, love.”

You are unable to move. Unable to squirm.

John has you spread wide over his thighs like a sacrificial offering. His knees are bent toward the ceiling and just parted enough that you cannot move your legs while draped in his lap. He’s got you impaled on his cock, and he is downright fucking smug about it.

While the motion of your legs is useless, you also don’t have your arms. John has them propped above your head because he doesn’t want you touching him or himself. His own muscles forearms snake up and over your upper arms. It allows you no control, but allows John everything. He can touch your breasts like this. He can touch your clit, your neck, and whatever else he wants.

John rocks and rolls his hips, dick appearing and then disappearing back into your pussy. All you can do is flex your hips a bit but it isn’t enough. You are completely trapped. At his mercy. And the sensitivity is overwhelming.

Without any control, you have to submit to John, and while you love it, it only rockets every ripple of pleasure that much higher.

“See what I have to do,” he murmurs into your ear. “You can’t stop moving.”

Tears bloom in the corners of your eyes like tiny dewdrops. You are far too sensitive for this. John is pushing you into overstimulation.

John nips at your earlobe and you gasp. “Look,” he prompts.

The closet door is open. Not by much, but enough that the mirror that hands on the inside faces the bed. Within, you see yourself, and John. You see how splayed out you are, how needy and pathetic you look in his arms.

“Look,” he says again. “Want you to watch.”

It takes all your effort to focus. Every time John rock his hips upward, his brush of skin against you is fire. It causes everything in you to react and jump. But you cannot writhe. Cannot move.

And that only makes you more frustratingly coiled with untamed need.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyelids heavy as you gaze upon the spot where your bodies meet, and how much your body stretches to accommodate him. You can see how your chest heaves, the tightness building and overwhelming your senses.

“Now you see what I see,” murmurs John as his hand delves downward to give you some relief.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Quit your squirming.”

“Then don’t be cruel,” you moan, nearly jumping out of Simon’s arms when he sharply thrusts upward.

Simon’s teeth nip at your throat and this time your body jerks, almost sending you out of his lap.

“Stay still,” he growls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You know how sensitive I am.”

“I do. Fucking love it.”

Simon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s an embrace, and yet there is power behind it, the muscles there tensing with anticipation. You inhale, and your exhalation is stolen from you.

Simon twists, and you go with him, rolling onto your back.

You squeak loudly only to be pinned against the bed. “Simon—”

He crushes his lips to yours, his tongue delving for your taste. The only sound you make is a whimper. “But sometimes,” murmurs Simon against your lips. Your squirming gets in the way.”

Using his body weight, Simon drives in at a harsh angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. That vibration of pleasure ripples outward, and your body reacts as it always does. But you cannot writhe and wiggle. Simon is too heavy, and he knows this, which is why he’s pinned you.

“Oh—fuck. Simon. Plea—. Please.”

“Please what?” laughs Simon softly before moving inside of you again.

The only reply you can make is a strained moan.

Simon grins, completely smug. “Tuck in, love. I’ll give you something to squirm about.”

Simon wraps your wrists up in one hand, pinning them above your head. He starts to thrust in earnest, his free hand holding the side of your throat. He watches on as tears come to your eyes. Your body wants to move, to buck and arch against him, but you are completely trapped.

Simon leans in, kisses the spots on your cheeks stained with tears. The only thing you can move are the bottoms of your legs. You wrap your ankles over his bulging calves and cling.

Every stroke and brush of his skin against yours is a roaring fire, rocketing you toward overstimulation. Words fall from your lips but they are elusive, just white noise in your ears. You know that you’re crying, that you’re speaking to him, that you’re attempting to move.

But Simon is relentless, claiming every inch of your body like he always does.

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luveline · 2 years

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needy reader with eddie when he’s been gone all day with a club meeting! pls it’s been on my mind :3

eddie is secretly just as clingy ♡ gn!reader / shy!reader | 1k words

You're lying in Eddie's bed, restless. Sick of staring at his things but too shy to snoop properly for something interesting to do, you wait for him to get back from his club impatiently. You wiggle your toes in your socks and dig them under the bedsheets, curling up in the centre of his bed with a morose pout. You bury your face in his pillows and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his cologne.

You forget what you're waiting for and end up dozing off, hands wrapped around one of his pillows, the sheets tangled between your legs.

A warm hand clasps your shoulder, massaging gently downwards until he's found your hand. Eddie slides his fingers through yours, the warm bulk of his rings pressing into your skin.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says.

You blink at him through tired eyes and grin when you realise he's home. "You're back," you murmur, rubbing your face into his pillow.

He brings his free hand to your forehead.

"Sorry. Meeting ran over. Bored without me?" he asks knowingly.

You wrinkle your nose at him and sit up. He's quick to help you, a lean arm wrapped behind your shoulders, his hand slowly drifting to the small of your back. You drop your head against his shoulder.

"You want a hug?" he asks.

You nod hurriedly, not wanting to sound clingy but absolutely being it. He makes a pitying sound that's actually quite nice and wraps you up confidently, his hand rubbing down the lengths of your arms, his cheek pressed to your temple.

"I missed you," you croak.

"I missed you," he says fondly. "You want water?"

"No," you lie.

What you want is for him to keep hugging you close like this, the warmth of his body sinking into yours, his thigh crushing your leg. You feel very safe.

"You were gone all day," you say quietly.

It's dark out. The only light in Eddie's room is the weak lamp on the bedside table. It casts his shadow across the rumpled sheets and gives his pale face an orange glow.

You feel bad for being so needy suddenly and go to pull away. He gives you a great last squeeze and let's you go, though he takes one of your hands into both of his and works your fingers with his thumbs.

"You can have me all day tomorrow. Swears," he says. He's giving you a look you don't understand, maybe a hint of longing, a dash of apology. Whatever it is, he's too cool for it, and he clears his throat and nudges your legs with his knee.

"Move over."

"Get changed first," you say.

"Not like it's my bed, or anything," he mutters, though he does as you demand and drops your hand.

You watch him change out of his club shirt and his Levi's. Usually you wouldn't but you've missed him and you want to make him laugh, so when he stands in his boxers and stretches whilst looking for something clean to sleep in, you wolf whistle.

You're not very good. You wipe your spit wet hands against your chest and grin as he turns on his heel, eyebrows raised.

"That wasn't me," you say.

"No?" he asks.

You both laugh and as soon as he's pulled a pair of plaid bottoms on he's crawling up the bed towards you on knees, pausing before your lap. He kneels. Shirtless.

You raise your hand to the tattoo on his chest and draw a circle around it, following lines of dark ink diligently.

"I love your tattoos," you say.

He already knows but he smiles wolfishly and presses his hand overtop yours, two palms over his heart.

"Thanks."

"I'm serious. They're nice. They look good on you."

"I didn't think you weren't. I can tell what mood you're in," he says, first kindly and then with a charged smugness.

"What mood am I in?" you ask, trying not to show the effect he has on you.

"What mood?" he repeats dryly.

His smirk is troublesome but extremely endearing.

He guides the hand he holds to his chest over the curve of his shoulder. You follow suit and put your other shoulder behind his back, unsurprised when he takes your waist into his hand and drags you towards him. You climb onto his lap, thighs spread, hands closing around his neck.

He strokes your back. His hand moves up and down, your shirt moves with it, and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his hand beneath the soft fabric and spread his fingers across your skin.

"What mood?" he asks again, voice low and smooth.

You hide your face in the juncture of his neck, forearms braces at his nape. "Stop, Eddie."

"Stop what?" he asks.

You slide up his lap. "You know what."

"Don't act like this isn't exactly what you wanted," he says, though he says it with less heat than he'd spoken with before. "I'm just messing with you, sweet thing."

The pet name makes you smile. He must feel it on his skin. "Better now?"

You nod into his neck. "I miss you when you're gone all day."

There's a small gap where the only sound is his hand rubbing your back. He digs his fingers into the dip of your spine and rubs soothing little circles there that have you sighing out.

"I miss you too. Already told you that. You should come with me next time."

"I will," you say, though you probably won't.

He noses at your head until you drop your cheek to his shoulder and plants a smattering of tiny kisses on and behind your ear. "Don't believe you," he whispers.

He really shouldn't. You hug him closer and revel in his small affections, content to sit in his lap all night. Knowing Eddie, he might let you.

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ceoofyearning · 5 days

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Say Yes to Heaven - Lucien

Pairing: Lucien × Reader

Summary: You find the bed empty upon waking up. Bundled in your blanket, you head out to find Lucien and demand that he warm you up.

Tags & Warnings: Fluff, suggestive but nothing explicit (if i miss anything, let me know)

Word Count: 1077

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Sunight creeps languidly through the heavy drapes, heralding the persistent call of the waking world. The day has come, and in minutes, the entire room is bathed in golden light. You’re forced to relinquish the last dregs of sleep clinging to you. You roll over expecting to find Lucien beside you, only to see that his side of the bed is empty. You run your palm over the sheets and find them still warm.

With one last stretch, you pull yourself out of the bed and onto your feet. You wrap the blanket tightly around your shoulders, not ready to give up their warm embrace just yet. The manor is deathly quiet as you pad through the hallways as if the rest of the world is as reluctant to wake too. The persistent chill of winter remains in the air, the tiles as cool as ice beneath your feet. The blanket trails on the floor behind you, and you can already imagine the legendary scolding Jurian would give you if he were to catch you. You imagine Vassa would only laugh at you, if she wasn't too busy being a bird.

Thankfully, no such altercations occur, and you find Lucien sitting in the library, busy reading what you assume are reports from Prythian. He’s lounging by the fire, clad only in his rumpled, unbuttoned tunic and plain trousers. His legs are carelessly spread, his cheek resting on his hand - the picture of relaxed nonchalance. Lucien wears finery like a fine suit of armor, his bravado like a sword secured at his hip, and it’s rare to see him so unguarded, so candid. When he spots you, all bundled up, by the door, a bemused expression makes its way across his face.

“You left,” you sniff indignantly.

His only response to your complaint is a smirk. So you pad deeper into the room until you're standing in between his legs. The smug look on his face only seems to grow at the increased proximity.

“Why?” He asks. “Did you miss me?” Lucien’s eyes trail down your body with deliberate slowness, stalling over your exposed thighs. His hand comes up to grasp the side of your hip, a movement made instinctually, naturally, as though his existence only makes sense when you’re there, with him.

You don’t deign to respond, but you let him pull you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you, tucking you under his chin as he continues to read. You sink onto him, enjoying the heat that perpetually radiates off his body. He’s basically a sentient furnace, your love. Your hands trail beneath his shirt and he jolts the moment your cold hands make contact with his skin.

“Mother’s tits, you’re freezing.” He exclaims, wiggling in his seat.

“Because you left,” you retort, running your hands languidly over his back. Goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch. “This is your doing, miscreant.”

Lucien cackles but recovers. “Apologies, my lady,” Lucien says with exaggerated gravity, his hand over his chest. “I’m adequately chastised. I’ll be sure never to abandon you in bed again.”

“You better,” you threaten, trying to fight the smile from emerging on your lips. “Or else I’ll find someone else to warm my bed.”

Lucien stiffens, holding you tighter against him as if readying to fight off anyone who dares to draw near. With his hand on your chin, he lifts your head to meet his gaze.

“What was that?” He speaks, something dangerous lingering in the depths of his words.

You raise your brow in challenge. “I said, if you keep leaving me I’ll find-“

He shuts you up with his lips on yours, but it’s a soft fragile thing. His lips move against yours like the back and forth of a waltz. Lucien pulls you tighter into his embrace, enveloping you in the scent of sandalwood, cinnamon, and smoke. You melt against him and think that you could stay like this forever, as long as you’re with him. You want to lay here even as the world cracks and burns around you, until the both of you are covered in ivy, moss, and memory.

As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Lucien deepens the kiss. Your lips willingly part for him and he licks into your mouth, eager for a taste. His hands are molten against your skin, kneading the pliant flesh of your hips from where your nightgown has ridden up. You can feel his chest expand as he inhales your scent as if reminding himself that you’re with him, in this moment, and there you will remain until your body gives out from the force of loving him.

Eventually, the two of you have to break the kiss. Just there, his forehead on yours, breathing the other in. Idly, you tap your finger over the freckles on his chest, parsing them like constellations in the night sky. You wonder what prophecies you’d be able to divine in the shapes they take. You press a kiss on the freckle over his beating heart, and Lucien shudders beneath your touch.

You move to the wealth of freckles spread across his cheek, over his nose, then on his chin. Lucien pretends to be preoccupied with the reports, but it’s a losing battle. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, and you plant a soft, chaste kiss at the upturned corner. You kiss him like he’s an object of worship, and only your heart, your body, your whole being would be a worthy sacrifice.

“Is that the only thanks I get for being your sentient, walking furnace?” He teases, brow arched, but not unkindly. “Threats and a few kisses?” Beams of sunlight hit his face like a lattice of amber, accentuating his sharp features, and setting his russet eye ablaze. And it strikes you just how damn pretty he is, scars and all.

“I’d prefer it if my sentient furnace did not walk away at all,” you retort, raising your brow in turn.

“Ungrateful,” he teases, even as he begins to trail tender kisses over your neck. “You’re lucky I adore you, dearly.”

You huff, pretending his words haven’t set you aflame in a way only he can.

“I suppose,” you begin, tapping your finger over your chin. “I could be persuaded to thank you properly if you go back to bed with me.”

Lucien glances at the report and pretends to consider it for three whole seconds, before setting it down the table with finality. He smiles, as bright as the sun, beautiful, blinding, yours.

“Let's go then,” he says, as he easily carries you back to your room.

AN:

Hello! I’m new to this fandom & I’d love to hear your thoughts. 💙

i’ve been so obsessed with Lucien recently. I made art of him and I love how people kept mentioning his freckles so here is we are. + I hate the cold and had the thought that Lucien would be the perfect person to cuddle up to in winter.

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cheolism · 2 years

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✧ choi seungcheol x f!reader ✧ summary: you and seungcheol enjoy an evening together with you doing puzzles and seungcheol playing video games. you both lose your games. and you both are menaces. ✧ wc is approx 2.6k ✧ warnings: tried to make this gender neutral again! inspired by soonyoung being bad at video games. no warnings, except seungcheol and reader kiss and curse at each other. both throw rage fits when they fail at their respective games. nothing serious tho!!! not edited.

Feeling extremely satisfied, you set your pencil down on the comforter beside you and stretched out your legs. Your sudoku puzzle was finished, all squares marked off and ready to be checked.

Seungcheol let out a curse from his desk, shifting. He had been playing some sort of fighting game with his friends for as long as you had been sitting on his bed with the puzzle, his aggravated shouts and clicking filling up his room.

You wiggled around, pushing yourself towards Seungcheol. His desk was pushed up against the wall next to his bed, which allowed you to reach out and touch him. You grabbed a handful of his shorts and tugged, peering up at him.

Humming, you rested your cheek on your hand. You were content to just stare at Seungcheol, if you were honest. He had some of the most striking facial features you had ever seen, from his large downturned eyes and thick lashes to his equally thick brows. You were always looking at his lips, fascinated with their plumpness.

“Finished my puzzle,” you murmured. Seungcheol arched his brow again, moving one of his headphones off of his ear. You repeated yourself, slightly louder.

He made a noise of understanding. “Is my baby all bored now? You finally want my attention?”

You pouted and rolled your eyes, reaching out to tug at his shirt this time. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean,” he protested, with a smug look on his face that said he knew exactly how mean he was being. He loved teasing you, and when you asked him why he teased you Seungcheol would just smirk and lower his face close to yours, and then you would quickly forget your question as you got lost in him.

“You are mean,” you whined. You turned away from him, burying your face into his pillow. You breathed in his smell, both the thick scent of his cologne that always seemed to linger on him even when he was fresh from the shower, and the softer, more natural smell of Seungcheol. You shifted again, peeking out to see Seungcheol grinning, looking back at his game again.

“You’re not even paying attention to me now!”

“I am, baby,” he soothed. Seungcheol glanced between the computer screen and you. “You didn’t want my attention earlier when I wasn’t gaming with the guys.”

“That’s because I was sick of you earlier,” you mumbled.

Seungcheol pulled his headset off fully. He turned to you, a smug look on his face. It was the sort of look he had when he felt he won something, whether it be a stuffed animal from a claw machine or when you admitted that yes, you did like the stupid movie he had dragged you to watch. It was the same look Seungcheol would get after kissing you, sometimes, moments when you felt as if your heart had stopped completely, when you felt like if you spent the rest of your life kissing Seungcheol it would still be a life well spent.

“Well,” he said, drawing out the word. “I guess I better keep my distance from you. You know, since you were so sick of me.”

And then he turned back to his computer and put on his headset, leaving you alone once more.

You pouted. You knew this game. Seungcheol wanted you to whine and beg for his attention; wanted you to make a fool of yourself for him. And sometimes you did. Sometimes you would hold onto his arm and press kisses to his neck and cheek, begging for attention from him.

He would do the same to you during times he felt you had given something that wasn’t him too much attention. Seungcheol had even done it once when you were holding a friend’s new puppy, tugging on your arm and laying his head against it and asking who was cuter, him or the puppy.

You huffed. You pushed away from the head of the bed and went back to your spot, picking up your pencil and puzzle book. Seungcheol murmured something into his headset and laughed, and you were tempted to chuck your pencil across the room at him.

Instead you went down each column and across each row of your puzzle, going over your answers. Humming, you tapped your feet against the bed as each box proved to be right. Then you were at the final column: one, seven, six, three --

Three??????????

You glanced at the very bottom of the column. There, in the bottom of the column and the last in the row, was the number three.

You had two of the same number in the same column.

“FUCK,” you spat out, feeling as if the curse had started deep within your soul and bubbled out of you.

Seungcheol turned in his chair just in time to see you throw the pencil against the comforter. You then, in a fit of rage not unlike that of a toddler, grabbed the puzzle book and hurled it against the floor, letting it hit it with a dull, satisfying thud.

“Well damn,” Seungcheol began.

You shot him a vicious look, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Are ya winning, baby?”

“Fuck off, Choi Seungcheol.”

“That’s the -- what? Fourth puzzle you’ve failed this afternoon?”

“I said I don’t want to hear it --”

Seungcheol carried on, delighted. “You know. If you’re bad at sudoku, then why do you play it?”

You rose from the bed, feeling particularly murderous. The blankets pooled around your waist before falling to the floor, revealing your bare legs. Your shorts had ridden up considerably, and you took a pause from your anger to awkwardly pull them back down.

Seungcheol was laughing at you when you finally got to him, your hands reaching out to frame his face. You looked at him for a somber moment, taking in his sparkling eyes. His hands settled on your waist, moving you closer and to stand between his thighs.

You followed his lead, leaning down so your faces were close together. He was still smiling, obviously pleased with the turn of events.

Your hands moved from his face, wandering down to his biceps. You squeezed the muscle and Seungcheol obliged, flexing his arms beneath your grip. For a moment you were content, feeling the firmness of his arms and the smoothness of his skin. You trailed your nails on his skin, smirking softly at how his grip on your waist tightened and his fingers tug into your flesh.

Seungcheol moved his face towards yours. His eyes were intent on yours and his tongue peaked out of his mouth to lick at his lips.

That was the moment you got your revenge.

“FUCK!” He shouted, and you immediately pulled away from Seungcheol. Laughing, you retreated to his bed. From there you watched him rub at his biceps, looking at you with an extremely hurt look on his face, not unlike that of a puppy denied treats. “Why the fuck did you pinch me?”

“Don’t be a dick, then,” you snapped.

Seungcheol cursed some more, rubbing at his skin. “Fuck. Fuck. You’re so -- you’re evil.”

“Yes,” you grinned, wiggling at him. “I’m the evilest datemate in the world. And you told your mom you think I’m ‘the one!’ I fooled you!”

“Damn right you did,” Seungcheol mumbled, sticking his lips out in a pout. “Can’t believe she thinks you’re the sweetest angel.”

“That’s because I am,” you chirped. You moved up the bed to the pillows once more, so you were next to Seungcheol. You were at the edge, and you moved to your knees, reaching out to grab Seungcheol's shoulders so you could steady yourself. “I’m the sweetest angel on the continent. And guess what?”

Seungcheol was still pouting, his puppy-dog eyes turned to you full blast. He knew what was coming. “What?”

“I’m the sweetest angel,” you began, lowering your face to his. Seungcheol’s eyes flickered to your lips. “And I’m all yours.”

And then you pressed your lips to his pout, effectively erasing it off of his face. Seungcheol, who was extremely weak to the power of kissing, wrapped his arms around you. He brought you close, lips coaxing yours, leading a soft dance between the two of you.

“Mine,” he agreed once the two of you finally pulled away. Seungcheol planted another kiss on your mouth. “Even if you’re an asshole.”

You settled back on the bed, lips still tingling from the kiss. You pulled out your phone, snuggling into the mess of blankets and comforters and pillows. “What are you gonna play now?”

You glanced up. Seungcheol was smoothing back his black hair, headset in his other hand. You were struck right then by how handsome he was, eyes smoothing over the sharpness of his jaw, how strands of his bangs framed his face. The set of his broad shoulders, the shape of his hands.

“Um. Anagrams.”

Seungcheol repeated what you said in a tone of disbelief. “I’m dating a grandma,” he said, settling the headset over his ears.

“That’s right!"

And so the two of you were lost in your respective games. Both of your eyes were glued to your screens, the room filled with the clicking of Seungcheol’s mouse, tapping of keyboard, and his reprimands against his teammates.

Whenever he got too loud you would look over at him. Sometimes he would turn around and give an apologetic gesture, but you didn’t mind all that much. Seungcheol didn’t game often, preferring much more physical competitions than virtual. Furthermore it wasn’t often he left you to your own devices.

Not to say Seungcheol was controlling. No, the two of you had your own lives. You met for lunch when you could, had dates out as often as possible. But still you planned little days out with your friends, joined your family for meals. You two had separate lives, but when you were together it was as if you two were stuck in the other's gravitational pull, constantly revolving around one another.

(Seungcheol’s mother had remarked on it once. You were leaning against the counter, joking with his dad and giggling along with the horrible jokes he made, when Seungcheol plodded along and draped himself over your back. His mother had taken one look at Seungcheol before hitting him with a spoon, scolding him and telling him to leave you alone. She then smacked his father for teasing you "too much", and for him to leave you alone.)

(“She loves you more than me!” Seungcheol’s dad had said, laughing loudly, the same laugh as his son. His mother had agreed, setting homemade dessert in front of you and urging you to eat quickly.)

Eventually you made your way up the bed to lay as close to Seungcheol as possible without actually leaving the bed. Your feet were hanging off of it and pressed against his thigh, and every so often he dropped his hand to run his thumb over the knob of your ankle.

“Ya,” Seungcheol began, tensing. You looked up from the gotcha game on your phone. His jaw was set, brows furrowed. “Soonyoung. Move. Soonyoung. You have to fucking move --”

The screen flashed and Seungcheol cursed, throwing his hands up in the air and dislodging your feet. You watched, amused, as Seungcheol berated Soonyoung over the microphone. “Kwon Soonyoung. You are the worst fucking player. I’m serious.”

“What did he do?”

“He just sat there for ten minutes!” Seungcheol shrieked, gesturing at the game. “And no one even shot him! He was left alone! And the fucking moment he moved, he got shot!”

You laughed, throwing your head back a little. You moved, standing to lean against Seungcheol and talk into the microphone attached to his headset. “Don’t listen to them, Soonie. I think you’re amazing.”

And then you made a little kissing noise into the microphone. You were just able to register the noise of Soonyoung returning the air kiss before Seungcheol pushed you back onto the bed, shrieks of laughter escaping you.

“Give me a moment,” he said. Seungcheol threw his headset off and onto the desk, practically throwing the chair back in his hurry to get to you.

You were laughing loudly, pushing back against his shoulders and Seungcheol clambered on top of you. “Stay away, you heathen!”

Seungcheol captured your arm in his hand, bringing it to his lips. He pressed a kiss against your skin, eyes boring into your soul and making your heart flutter. “Don’t --” he began, his lips moving up your arm and pressing kisses between every word. “Ever do that again. You’re mine.”

And at the final word his lips were on yours, forcing your mouth open and immediately invading. His hands were in your hair, angling your head for him to better kiss you. Seungcheol kissed you like he was intent on devouring you, tongue claiming the inside of your mouth for his, teeth biting at your lips before he descended on your neck.

You were gripping his shoulders, little gasps leaving you as he pressed kisses to your throat and neck. He practically worshiped your neck, lips frantic against it.

When Seungcheol finally pulled away from your neck, you were panting. He pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling off of you entirely. Seungcheol wheeled his chair back to the desk, running a hand through his hair and settling the headset back on, as casual as could be, as if he hadn’t just ravished you and left you famished.

You ran a hand through your own hair, laying there. After a moment or two you got your wits about you, straightening up and grabbing your phone.

mingyu (the annoying one): so you’ll kiss soonyoung and seungcheol but not me.

you: take a shower once in a while and i’ll consider it

mingyu (the annoying one): you cannot tell me that you believe soonyoung takes showers more regularly than i do

you: enough w this soonyoung slander. you could spend this time taking a shower but instead you actively ruin your friend’s reputation. this is why you are maidenless.

A loud curse brought you from your phone screen. You watched, somewhat concerned, as Seungcheol lifted his keyboard up from the desk, and with the force of a starving man desperate to get the potato chip bag on the verge of falling form its slot in a vending machine, began shaking the keyboard and cursing at it.

“Cheol,” you began, bewildered. He either wasn’t paying attention to you or didn’t hear you, so you raised your voice. “Baby? Seungcheol?”

He turned to you, keyboard clattering to the desk. “I’m sick of this! Fucking -- Wonwoo and Jeonghan and Chan are on a team and who do I get? Soonyoung and Mingyu!”

“Mingyu isn’t so bad --”

“Soonyoung doesn’t even FUCKING KNOW HOW TO TURN ON DARK MODE ON HIS PHONE!”

“I know,” you agreed, “I’m the one who did it for him. What happened?”

Seungcheol turned to face you fully, a pleading look on his face, as if you were the god of gaming and could control the outcome of his game. “I literally was doing so well. Really. Nothing could stop me. Not even Wonwoo. Soonyoung doesn’t move the entire game! He just stands in a corner and waits! And I play the game how it’s supposed to be played and what do I get? Killed!”

“Well,” you began, licking your lips. You felt as if you were on the edge of a cliff with Seungcheol and had two choices: you could either give him a helping hand and coax him back into a more relaxed state, or you could push him over the edge.

“Well,” you said again. “If you’re so bad at the game, why do you keep playing it?"

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sugarwithtea · 2 years

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7:18 pm || myg

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, established relationship

rating : pg-13, sfw

summary : you love your husband's long hair a little too much

word count : 1k

warnings : kissing, tickling and them being adorable :(

author's note : i love love love his hair!!! we all are in such a mess after his new ig post istg! i had to write this fluffy lil thing :(( i wrote this when it was 7:18 pm and the time in the fic is same!! idk how timestamp fics work? but pls it was quick as fuck! so spare me cuz it's straight up fluff with no sense by me!!

mood : still with you

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"Where are you?"

"Y/N?"

You could hear Yoongi call for you from the front door but you were too lazy to give him a reply, snuggled up in your bed with eyes drooping low.

It was a work day but due to your fatigue, your husband had forced you into taking it off and resting. Given, you did nothing the whole day, just got up to eat and excrete.

A few seconds pass by and just before you slip into dreamland, your bedroom door creaks open and soft light filters in while you can make out the silhouette of Yoongi.

The smell of his cologne hits you before you can even see his face clearly in the dim light. You inhale a wave of old spice and citrus and sigh softly. The comfort it brought you was more than your bed was able to give you throughout the day. It was loving, it was familiar, it was home.

"I am home." his croaky, tired voice rings in your ears as you hear him padding towards the bed.

"I know." you mumble with a smile and feel the mattress sink beside you.

It was raining and you could smell the faint traces of earth and water wafting from him and the window left open by you.

You peek open an eye and look at the digital clock on your desk displaying the time, 7:18 pm, the yellow light from the clock being the only source in your room now that your husband has closed the door.

He lifts up the covers and lies down beside you, shifting his tired body towards your form.

"Hey." you greet him, without any reason.

"You slept all day. Lucky." he whines and throws a hand around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

You laugh and make cooing sounds at him, rubbing his spine and snuggling further into his chest. You close your eyes again and revel in his warmth, the warmth from the bed seeming cold in front of him.

You inhale swiftly and that's when you feel the scent of his citrus shampoo get stronger, awakening your senses. Your hand moves on its accord and before you know it, it is resting at the nape of his neck, toying with the strands of his soft hair that you love more than anything else.

"Y/N."

"What? You know I love your hair." you pout at him and he quickly pecks your lips.

A wave of adoration and butterflies washes through you even when he has done it millions of times, even when you have known him for thirteen years, even when you have been with him for six years now, even when it's been three years since you married him.

You instinctively tug at his hair as he lets out a low, satisfied moan at your lips, before you start drawing lazy patterns at the skin of his nape.

"I love you."

"And I love your hair." you quip back with a smug grin as your hand travels further upwards to his scalp, parting his lush locks with your fingers to massage at his tired skin.

"Not me?"

"Mhmm, I'll think about it."

"Brat." and before you know it, his fingers sneak under your shirt and he tickles your waist.

"Oh my god Yoongi, no." you laugh and try to turn on your back but he relents you from doing so swinging his leg over yours and locking your body in place. His tickles travel across your torso and you hit at his hand continuously to stop him.

"Please nooo." you laugh with tears now lining your eyes and wiggle and squirm under his hold.

"Say you love me first." he laughs and your heart skips a beat at his gleeful voice and his gummy smile now on full display, with his hair a beautiful fluffy mess, thanks to you.

"I love youuu, now stop."

He kisses your scrunched up nose and lets you relax, laying back beside you and pulling you flush to his chest. You once again take the opportunity to play with his hair, this time attacking the strands which had stood out during the tickling session.

He purrs with his eyes closed when you softly press at his scalp and entangle your other hand through his hair.

You loved his hair a little too much, an infatuation that led you to hiding any stray scissors around your house. You know he won't ever cut his hair that way, but your heart was scared of the unknown. You had stopped him from going to the salon twice and were already dreading the day he would think of finally trimming his locks.

"Aah don't stop." he groans and your heart flies out to him again.

"Had a rough day?"

"More like tiring."

His closed eyes make you inch towards him and you bop his nose with yours. It's always the same. Being the executive producer of a label company was exciting but tiring and you knew it all too well given he had been at that position for almost the same time as your married life.

You kiss him once, he smiles a little. You kiss him twice, he smiles a little more. You kiss him thrice, his gums peek out. You kiss him for the fourth time and he is laughing heartily. You pat down at his hair and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his face.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He moves in your hold and nudges your forehead with his.

"First, I wanna eat something."

"I am right here and you're whining to eat something else." you pout at him and jut your lips out to kiss him again.

He moves away this time and starts to sit up with his eyes squinted and mouth twisted into a smug pout.

"I want real food, wifey." he mimics your high pitch pout and you lash out at him with your hands tugging him down with his hair, pulling the strands gently but strongly so he tilts his head towards you with a laugh and a little 'ow'. You laugh out loud and sit up, grazing your teeth over his adorably cute nose.

"That was rude of you, hubby."

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em-prentiss · 3 months

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this love is glowing in the dark

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“Enjoying the ride?” Aaron asks, slightly out of breath as he walks up the stairs. He feels the pull in his back and shoulders, knows he’ll be feeling the consequences of this tomorrow, but when Emily snuggles further into him with a sigh he decides he doesn’t care.

“Yeah. Y’re the best husband I’ve ever had.” She kisses his warm, stubbly cheek, suddenly feeling drunk on more than the alcohol as she tastes his skin beneath her lips.

Emily comes home drunk. Aaron is more than happy to take care of her.

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“Honey, I’m home!” Emily belts out as she stumbles through the door, teetering on her heels. Aaron winces at her loud voice, praying it doesn’t reach the sleeping kids he put to bed hours ago.

He sets down his book and walks up to the door, grinning at the sight of his wife’s mussed hair and pink cheeks, evidence of her night out clinging to her like perfume.

“Aaron!” She beams when she sees him and holds her arms out for him. He chuckles and walks straight into them, feeling her nails dig into his shirt.

“Hi sweetheart,” he wraps his big hands around her waist and presses a quick kiss to her lips, tasting all the drinks she had with the girls. “Did you have fun?”

Emily hums as he draws mindless patterns on her dress. “Sooo much fun,” she slurs, her hands wandering over his chest. She stumbles into him as she tries to get closer, tripping over nothing. Aaron stifles his laugh into her hair.

“Come on,” he wraps an arm around her waist and leads her to the couch. “I don’t think you’re fit for those shoes anymore, Em.”

Aaron sits her down on the armrest of the couch and crouches in front of her. He takes her foot in his hands and takes off her heels, briefly marveling that she could walk in them drunk.

Emily looks down at him, the sight of him kneeling in front of her and utterly concentrating on his task making her stomach flip. His warm fingers brush the delicate skin of her ankle and she shivers slightly.

“You look good down there,” Emily grins down at him and wiggles her brows suggestively. She hitches her leg over his shoulder, her dress riding higher with the movement, “You know where else you’ll look real good?”

Aaron laughs and turns his head to kiss her ankle. “Not tonight, honey.” He gently sets her leg down and works on the other heel, his fingers fumbling slightly with the tiny buckle. He slips the death contraption off her foot and sets it on the floor.

Emily pouts. “You’re no fun,” she grumbles as she crosses her arms. “I’ll have you know, if you don’t want me, three guys hit on me tonight.” Her eyes sparkle with glee and she grins at him, looking overly smug.

A familiar fire burns in Aaron’s veins. “Did they?” He muses as he stands up and gently takes her hands to pull her up too. Her sparkly, skintight dress hitches higher up her thighs. “What did you say to them?”

Emily giggles, the sound turning into a gasp when he lets go of her hands and pulls her into him, his palm warm on the curve of her ass. “I told them I have a super hot husband at home,” her voice is a low murmur in his ear, raspy and a little slurred, syllables crashing into each other. She grips his shoulders and presses a sloppy kiss to his jaw as he tugs her dress down. “And that he’s an FBI agent, and he’d know if they laid their hands on me.”

Aaron laughs. He leans back and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands lazily squeezing her waist.

Emily’s breath hitches. Her body immediately heats, his low voice sparking a fire in her gut. She grabs his jaw and brings him down to kiss him, digging her fingers into his hair and groaning when he pulls away too soon. “Aaron,” she whines as she grabs his face, her dark eyes hazy and wide. “Please, baby.” She takes his hand and slides it up her chest, her fingers small over his.

Aaron swallows. He almost debates saying fuck it and giving his wife what she wants, her long lashes fluttering in a way that usually gets him to fold, but he holds firm. “Not tonight, sweetheart.” He kisses her forehead in apology. “Tomorrow, okay? I promise.” He says gruffly as he takes his hand off her chest, wrapping it around her waist instead. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“‘M not tired,” she says as she speaks around a yawn, both her arms wrapping around his waist to anchor herself. Her feet stumble as they reach the stairs and Aaron tightens his grip on her.

“Sure you’re not,” he smirks in amusement when she stops walking and stuffs her face in his neck, her makeup smudging on his shirt. He nudges her to get her moving. “Come on, Em.”

“I don’t wanna,” she slumps into him, making him hold up her whole body weight. Aaron sighs as he contemplates the long set of stairs ahead of him and the drunk woman in his arms. He blows out a breath and shakes his head, well aware that she has him wrapped around her finger.

Aaron takes her hands off his waist to wrap them securely around his neck. “Hold tight, honey,” he mumbles as he crouches down and wraps his hands around her thighs, lifting her into his arms.

Emily sighs as she buries her face in his neck, tightly wrapping her legs around his waist and feeling his arms around her own.

“Yeah. Y’re the best husband I’ve ever had.” She kisses his warm, stubbly cheek, suddenly feeling drunk on more than the alcohol as she tastes his skin beneath her lips.

He chuckles as he opens the door to their room. “I should think I’m the only husband you’ve ever had. Or is there something you need to tell me, Emily?” He teases.

“Nothin’.” She slurs as he sets her down on the counter in the bathroom, wincing when he turns on the bright lights. “You’re my only husband.” She pats his cheek, smiling lazily when he turns his head to kiss her palm.

“That’s good to know.” He says, taking out her makeup wipes and starting to carefully wipe her makeup off.

“I can do it,” she mumbles as he wipes her cheeks clean.

Aaron laughs. “Yeah, right. You couldn’t even walk up the stairs,” he says, bringing the wipes down to her lips.

Emily shrugs. “I jus’ wanted you to carry me,” she wraps her legs around his waist to bring him closer. Aaron stumbles slightly, steadying himself with a hand on her waist. He smiles belatedly at her admission.

“It might be difficult to believe, but I know all your tricks, Emily. You can’t hide anything from me.” He kisses the tip of her nose lightly and finally brings the wipe over her eyes, his least favorite part.

“I know,” Emily sighs. “It’s so annoying.”

Aaron chuckles as black smears into her skin and around her eyes. Deep brown blinks up at him confusedly. “What’re you laughing at?”

He shakes his head as he tosses the ruined wipe in the trash, taking out a fresh one to remove all the mascara from her lashes. “You look like a raccoon. But a cute raccoon,” he assures, squeezing her waist lightly.

Emily huffs, “I’ll have you kn-”

“Actually you kind of resemble your high school self,” Aaron chuckles as her smokey eye makeup blends into the mess, tinting her skin a glittery mix of gray and black.

“Hey,” Emily crosses her arms as she tries to pout, but a breathless laugh escapes her instead. The image in her head is all too clear, even in her drunken state. “God, what the hell was I thinking back then? I must’ve been a menace to look at.”

“And at eight in the morning, no less,” Aaron muses as he tosses the wipe in the trash, Emily’s skin finally clear again. “It builds character, honey,” he assures as he takes out her toothbrush and wets it before handing it to her.

“So you had a goth phase too?” She garbles around her toothbrush, toothpaste gathering in the corner of her mouth as she scrubs vigorously.

“No. I was more about piercing my ears at home instead of writing bad poetry in my own blood.” Aaron chuckles and holds her hair back as she spits into the sink. “But I was rebelling against my parents too.”

Emily washes her mouth and face, accepting the towel he hands her when she’s done. She throws it carelessly next to her and holds out her arms so he can carry her again.

Aaron obliges as she hums in his ear. “And that’s why we’re so good for each other,” she mumbles around another yawn.

“Must be.” He sets her down on the bed and hears her slump back into it as he grabs her a shirt. Aaron laughs when he finds her spread out wildly across it, her limbs everywhere.

He sits down next to her. “Up,” he taps her thigh—her exposed thigh—his fingers wandering on her skin aimlessly. He watches goosebumps break across her skin as she pulls herself up with a groan and lifts her arms above her head.

Aaron looks at her confusedly. “There’s no zipper on this thing?” He asks as he peeks around her back, finding nothing but an expanse of sparkly fabric. “Jesus,” he mutters as he grabs the hem of her dress and drags it up her body. It clings to her like a second skin and he finally gets it over her head after much wiggling. “How’d you even get into this thing?”

“Magic,” she says dryly, unclasping her bra and tossing it away, stretching her arms out again so Aaron can slip his shirt over her head. She sighs when the familiar scent of him washes over her, clinging to the shirt in a way that makes her cheeks flush slightly.

She belatedly remembers that she’s still wearing her hoops and reaches her hand up to take them off. Her fingers fumble with the clasp and Aaron covers her hand with his.

“Here, let me do it.”

Emily lets her hands fall down to his lap. She slips them up his shirt and absently strokes the warm skin of his hip as he removes her earrings. “You take such good care of me, Aaron,” she yawns when he sets down the earrings on her nightstand.

Aaron smiles at her. “There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing, honey.” He cups her cheeks and kisses her softly, ignoring the taste of alcohol peeking through her toothpaste. Emily brings her hand to rest on the back of his neck, threading her fingers through the short hair as he eases her down on the pillows. He breaks free from her lips to press soft kisses on her cheeks and jaw, his fingers linking with hers as he hears her sigh.

These are the moments he loves best, the ones he’ll always cherish even if she’s drunk and won’t remember. When he gets to spend hours just talking to her about endless nonsense, when he gets to kiss her skin without any rush, as if they have all the time in the world. When it’s just him and her, existing in unison for each other.

Sometimes, the special moments in his head are specific colors. Soft lilac when his daughter spoke her first word, energetic azure when Jack laughs extra loudly, reminding Aaron that against all odds, his baby is okay.

Hers are always golden; sunlight pouring into their room, thick as honey as she twists in his arms, drowsy and mumbling to let her sleep in for a few more minutes. Deep amber when she laughs in his ear, bright and tinkling and just for him and no one else. Honeyed marigold when she presses her lips to his and places his hands on her body, arching into him and begging for more.

This one, he thinks, is warm ochre, the same color as the light of the lamp that washes over them as he trails his hands and lips over her soft, pliant skin. He feels her wrap her arms around him and pull him down on top of her. It’s her turn to hold his jaw and kiss his skin, nuzzle her nose along his throat and feel his pulse beat beneath her lips. It’s not desperate, not like before; she’s slow, breathing him in and taking her time, not wanting sex but just to expel her love for him physically, in her hands combing through his hair and her leg curling around his waist.

He feels it against his skin when her eyes flutter closed, her lashes wispy and ticklish along his cheek. He pulls back slightly to look at her, smiling at the sight of her already closed eyes.

Aaron brushes his fingers along her cheek. Emily’s eyes open slightly, dark pools of brown that blink up at him drowsily. “Don’t sleep yet, baby,” he whispers, feeling his heart clench painfully with love for her. “I’ll get you some water.”

“‘Kay,” Emily says, her eyes drooping anyway. Aaron smiles and heads down to the kitchen to get her a large bottle of water.

He jumps when he enters their room and finds Emily in front of the door, her hand reaching for the doorknob.

“What-”

“Where’s Liv?” She mumbles as she heads for their daughter’s room. Aaron quickly grabs her before her heavy, clumsy footsteps reach the door at the end of the hall.

He coughs to hide a laugh when she whines at him. “Liv’s asleep, Em. You don’t wanna wake her, do you?”

Her lip juts out in a pout. “Did she go down okay?” She slurs slightly. Her eyes are drooping; she’s literally falling asleep as she stands, and Aaron feels another surge of love bloom through his veins.

He kisses her forehead as he nudges her back into their room. “She went down fine,” he assures. “You’ll see her in the morning, sweetheart.”

“Tha’s too long,” she grumbles as she gets back in bed.

Aaron hums as he slides in next to her and twists open the bottle cap. “Drink.” He hands her the water.

Emily takes it and messily gulps it down, drops falling off her chin and onto her shirt. Aaron laughs when she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and precariously sets the bottle on her nightstand. She slumps down under the covers immediately, her eyes falling closed despite the open lamp on Aaron’s nightstand.

He turns it off and twists to face her, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

“Aaron?” She whispers, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw.

He smiles. “Yes, baby?”

“I love you,” she slurs, her eyes fluttering shut against her will. She can’t even move her hand from his face, her limbs suddenly feeling like lead now that she’s buried beneath the covers.

“I love you too,” Aaron murmurs, cupping her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. He sets it down on her pillow and lifts the covers up to her head, lightly covering her ear the way he knows she likes.

Her hand drifts to slip under his stomach, squashed between his shirt and the bed. When Aaron closes his eyes, he still sees gold.

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shamelessler · 7 months

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Tickletober: prompt 1

Anticipation

fandom: lego batman

Bruce was breathing sharply as he entered the room, trying not to feel anxious about meeting the Joker. Anxiety was one of Joker's favorite looks on Batman and he refused to give him the satisfaction of playing into his games. He swung open the door to see Joker sitting cross legged on the floor, a smug grin on his face that told Bruce everything he needed to know for how this interrogation would go.

"Oh hi, Batman!" Joker waved, his shark-like grin disappearing into one of innocence, "how are you feeling about the little surprise I left for you?"

Bruce's face was practically aflame after all the stress and annoyance Joker had caused, going through all that trouble of placing a bomb in the center of Gotham City. Over the years, Bruce had managed to come up with a system to categorize the crimes Joker commits. This one fell into the petty attention seeking side of the system.

With a dramatic wave of his cape, he appeared behind Joker and pinned him to the floor with ease. The Joker remained calm, that infuriating lazy smile still glued to his face even after being straddled and taken down with force. "Cut the baloney, Joker. You'd better give me the code to diffuse the bomb or- "

"Or what? You'll hit me?" Joker grinned sadistically, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ugh! I hate that you like this." Bruce growled as he shook the Joker with pent up frustration.

Joker merely laughed at this and rolled his eyes, "You're so simple, Bats. I love that about you." He bit his lip flirtatiously. Bruce ignored the heat rising in his cheeks and twisted Joker's arm around his back and vented his anger by punching the Joker's jaw.

Joker made a quick recovery, easily managing a sly smile. "I guess it's true what they say, huh? You just can't teach an old bat new tricks!" he cackled, "don't you get it, genius? The old tactics of pain don't work on wittle ol' me! You'd better find some other way to entertain me, I'm getting bored, darling."

Normally, the Joker's babbling would throw Bruce off, but he caught a word in the monolouge that intruiged him. Pain? Is that the problem? He eyed the Joker, frowning at the self-injurious behavior written all over him. Pain wouldn't solve anything when it came to this man. So, the question remained, what would be torturous to the Joker that wouldn't hurt him? Joker must've taken Bruce's silence as tolerance and he grew upset, he wanted Batman to engage. He wanted anger, or anything related to the feeling of passion.

"Can't you just play with me a LITTE?! What's stopping you from tickling my funny bone occasionally?" Joker pouted. The dark slits of Bruce's eyes widened a little bit at this.

"Now that you mention it..." His deep voice rumbled out, adjusting his grip on Joker so that his hands were pinned above his head and his lower body straddled by Bruce's legs. "Maybe that's just what you need." Bruce quipped, flexing his gloved fingers threateningly. To Bruce's pleasant surprise, the action elicited a small squeak.

He couldn't help but smirk and draw his hands slowly closer...The closer the wiggling fingers got, the higher in pitch Joker's voice became.

"Okay- Wait. No no no, BATMAN WAIT!" Joker gasped, the claw like hand just inches away from the Joker's ribs. Bruce raised a brow, "You were saying?" He stopped drawing his hand closer, but remained right next to where he was about to tickle. Joker's breathing shallowed as he nervously eyed the hand that his body was twitching away from.

"I-I was saying what??" Joker squeaked out, resisting raising his voice at Bruce in fear of the hand finally landing onto his electrofied nerves.

"The code to the bomb, I believe." Bruce said indifferently, copying the same lazy smile tne Joker had taunted him with just a few minutes ago. Joker's brow furrowed and cheeks puffed out slightly like a child getting scolded. When he remained silent, Bruce made his hand jump closer to Joker, swallowing a smile when Joker let out a shrieky giggle and hid his face in his restrained arms.

"Oh, screw you!" Joker yelled, but it didn't have the desired effect when his voice was laced with restrained laughter.

"I know, I know. Aren't I just so terrible for not letting you blow up the city?" Bruce mocked sarcastically, "now come on Joker. Unless you...want to be tickled." His voice dropped low again when he added the last part. Joker's usually pale face turned a rare shade of red, gulping as he muttered out, "I'd rather not."

Bruce couldn't help a triumphant smile from spreading across his face at making Joker blush, a task which required a great amount of skillful teasing. He knew this was exactly what Joker wanted, and he was happy to give it to him. "Don't clam up. We don't have all day." Bruce urged, sounding sterner. The familiarity of the roughness in Bruce's tone seemed to relax Joker enough to make one of his bold observations. "That's exactly what I was about to say to you, bats. You'd better hurry this thing up before the whole city goes BOOM!" He mimicked the sound of an explosion. Bruce paid no attention to the threat, what caught his attention was a hidden desire behind Joker's words, one much more innocent than anything he'd ever sought.

"Joker, do you actually...want to be tickled?" Bruce asked, alluding to what he'd said earlier, but with a more genuine tone. This seemed to be all it took to clear out the last bit of venom in Joker's voice, because he started babbling like an idiot and giggling nervously. "I-I mean...I could handle it...but it's not like I- ahaha.. want you to or anything..."

Bruce rolled his eyes, although behind the mask you might be able to see the fondness behind the eyeroll. "Oh, just shut up and get tickled, you clown." He finally placed his fingers onto Joker's stimulated ribs and resisted a smile at the huge jerk of Joker's body as he burst into laughter after yelping in surprise. A stream of swears followed soon after as he arched his back and kicked his legs out from behind Bruce.

"O-OHOKKAY! OKAY!!" Joker shrieked out the plea with such desperation thst Bruce quickly felt compelled to retreat his hand from Joker's apparently deathly ticklish ribs. "God. That's new.." Bruce whispered to himself, looking a little exasperated at how well the new tactic had worked.

Joker stammered out the code through half formed giggles, "H-Ha...you're gonna laugh. The c-code is 69."

Bruce stared at Joker, looking unimpressed at his immature attempt at humor. "I don't think I will." He lets go of Joker and the man immediately scrambles out from under the bat. Bruce took a step forward, "What? You don't want a round two?" Joker took a step away and gave Bruce a provoking sneer, "Don't you have an entire bomb to diffuse or something?!" Bruce smiled knowingly, "I checked the time frame on the bomb. It isn't set to explode for another 24 hours. Looks like someone wanted to give me all the time in the world to come and tickle the code out of him."

Joker's breath hitched at this and his face slowly grew warm. Bruce found the Joker's reaction amusing and decided to go for one last snide remark, "Now get in the Batmobile so you can help me clean up your mess."

Joker glared at Bruce. "And it looks like someone would rather have me than anyone else in the world to help you with something. I believe we're at a stalemate." He quipped coldy, but his eyes were filled with playfulness as he got into the passenger seat on the Batmobile.

There was an unusual feeling of warmness as the two worked together to diffuse the bomb, Bruce would tell you it was due to the extreme heat warning.

Joker would tell you it's because they wanted to soak each other up before returning to opponents...

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A/N: whew that was my first batjokes fic in forever! hope i got the characters right<3

#batjokes #weewooweewoo #sfw tickles #tickletober #lee!joker #ler!batman #anticipation #prompt 1

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reclusiverisottonero · 2 years

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The Games We Play ⭑ Ao3 Link

⤷ Dom!Bruno Bucciarati/Fem!Reader; 2.3k Words ⤷ Written for @dbiik for the trade event in @papersirens discord!

Warnings/Kinks:

⤷ Female Reader, who has an ambiguously described stand. ⤷ PWP, Dom/sub overtones, teasing, restraints, face slapping, choking, rough piv sex, degradation (whore, slut), slightly inappropriate usage of stands, cream pie, as always politely message me if there should be more warnings.

Bruno should have known better than to trust the coy smile on your lips and devious light in your eyes when you proposed a private debriefing about the job you’d just finished working together on. Wasn’t able to help himself as he allowed you to take the lead into his office, hypnotized by the sway of your hips and the graceful swing of your long legs. It’s been a rough few weeks for the capo, one problem after another cropping up and not allowing much time for anything other than the occasional quick, stolen kisses and heavy petting in dark corners of the villa and sketchy alleyways when on a job.

So can he truly be blamed for not being prepared for what happens next?

Once you hear the door click shut you summon your stand and watch its ghostly silhouette appear behind him to quickly pull the capo down tight against his chair. He glares up at your smug face as you make a show of sitting in his lap, putting your full weight onto him and wrapping your legs around his waist. You don’t bother trying to hide your amusement at the low growl that rumbles up from his chest.

“Aw, what’s with that look?” You feign a pout, taking Bruno’s face in one hand and squeezing his cheeks together, “We’ve been so busy lately, and I thought this would be a great way to spend some time with each other!”

To say the lack of proper quality time with your boyfriend has been frustrating for you would be a gross understatement, and Bruno silently scolds himself for not seeing sooner how much it’s been affecting you. Now you’re making him pay for the negligence in spades and the way you’re wiggling around in his lap is already beginning to affect him.

Bruno Bucciarati can mask his emotions with the best of them, but no one else knows him like you do. The hard flex of his jaw, how his brow twitches ever so lightly, the spark hiding in the depths of his deep blue eyes that’s growing brighter and sharper by the second. You know he’s pissed now, and the thought of it is already making arousal swoop through your insides. His eyes lock onto your and you have to clench your thighs tight not to melt into a puddle on his lap.

“If you let me go I could show you much better ways for us to do that, my love.” Bruno says, deep voice calm as he tries again to move, but your stand holds firm. The grip makes his cock stir in his slacks and you feel it twitch against your thigh, making you release a giggle the same time he grunts at the pressure your weight puts on it.

The bare expanse of Bruno’s chest is free real estate for your eager hands and you dip your fingers under the suit to trace the black lines of his tattoo and pinch at his rapidly heating skin. He’s held back so firmly that he can’t even give into the urge to push up into your touch, releasing small sounds from the back of his throat when you give a harsh squeeze to his nipples. Another laugh erupts from your chest and you don’t waste anymore time, smooth your hands up his pecs to pop his high collar open and kiss and nip your way up the column of his throat. You pause at the space where his jaw meets his ear to suck a deep mark into the skin.

Before Bruno can attempt more negotiations between his groaning you sit back up to shove three fingers past his full lips. It’s a wonder he doesn’t bite down on them with how angry he keeps glaring at you, but he doesn’t do anything to help you wet them either. You trail the digits along the sharp lines of his teeth, down against the soft muscle of his tongue and draw small circles over it to encourage the spit to gather in time with the way your hips roll against his. When you're satisfied with how wet they’ve become, your other hand unzips your pants and you use the soaked fingers to begin rubbing circles over your pulsing clit.

“Enough of this!” The slight crack in Bruno’s voice as he watches you work yourself over diminishes the serious tone he’s going for, “Let me go so I can touch you properly. Wouldn't you rather I—”

You silence the pleas with a press of your lips against his and soon enough you’re melting into each other, chasing down the heat that’s setting your nerve endings alight. The press and slide of your tongues betrays the calm demeanor he’s putting on, revealing how needy he really is for you. You nip at his lips as you pull away and Bruno bucks and struggles all over again, now even more desperate to get his hands on you.

“Mm, the more you fight me,” You pause and shiver at the pressure swirling against your clit, “the longer I want to keep you like this.”

Bruno looks like he could eat you alive right now and you smirk at the way he stills when you take your now sopping wet hand out of your pants so you can take his cock out. It’s thick, with a weight to it that always makes you smile in glee whenever you get your hands on it and a cute pink tip that hides under the foreskin. The first tight pump of the hard length makes him grunt deep and drawn out, bucking up in your fist as you start to set up a wet rhythm.

“F-fuck,” Bruno hisses through his teeth, trembling from the grip of your fist around his cock, from the way you kiss and lick the shell of his ear, move down lower and sink your teeth in and drag down his neck.

A pleased little sound bubbles out from your stand still holding Bruno tight, and his eyes roll into his skull as you pull back the foreskin to play with the slit of his cockhead. He’s already feeling so close just from this, but you know his body as well as your own. At the first sign he might cum just from this teasing you slow down your strokes, purposefully keep him teetering on the edge of bliss. It doesn’t take long for him to blaspheme your name, swearing at you enough that it would make the most hardened mafioso blush.

It’s easily ignored in favor of getting to your feet and removing your clothes. The snap of his jaw closing practically echoes through the room as you throw them past his head. His eyes widen as you settle over his lap again, your soaking wet heat dragging over the tip of his cock. You sink down on it just enough of the tip to convince Bruno you’re about to start riding him, then rise back up to start it over again. Set up a rhythm that makes him start thrashing beneath you.

“You whore!” Bruno bites out at the repeated denial, a word he rarely uses unless he’s really angry and you chuckle at the outburst. The rage boiling in his eyes only serves to encourage your arousal.

“Look how fast you’ve become desperate for me,” You coo in his ear, a flush burning hot and bright in his cheekbones, “Maybe if you beg for it, then I’ll give you what you want.”

A tense silence follows up your proposal and for a moment you think Bruno really is fed up with you. Until a smirk spreads across his plush lips, making another wave of heat wash over you. Before you can think about why he would put on such a face while in his position, Sticky Fingers’ open palm slaps hard across your face.

“I think that I’ve indulged in your little games for long enough.”

An explosion of stars light up behind your eyes, the force of the hit almost throwing you off Bruno completely if not for the stand’s big hands grabbing your hips and spearing you down on its master’s cock. You cry out at the mix of pain and toe curling pleasure from the stretch of Bruno’s length, pussy involuntary clenching around it and Bruno freely bucks up into the tight heat.

The ghostly apparition retracts back into its user and the sounds of multiple zippers take up the rest of the space your moans and whines can’t fill. Your own stand is long gone now, having vanished the instant Bruno zipped his limbs apart and Sticky Fingers was freed. He stands up with you still on his cock easily, and he lays you out on his desk with a blunt, harsh drop. So cock-drunk now that the press of his papers and pens is a distant afterthought as you mindlessly try to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Don’t tell me you thought you really had the advantage this entire time?” Bruno laughs. His hands smooth up your sides, stopping to play with your chest. Harshly giving them the same treatment you had done to him, “Such cute little tits.” He teases, taking one in each hand and massaging them hard enough that it borders on painful. You whine when a hand rests firm around your throat, look up to see a playful glint in his eyes, “If you’re going to act like such a desperate little slut, then I’ll just have to treat you like one.”

A pair of extra arms emerges around him and suddenly Sticky Fingers grabs you by the legs to roughly bend you in half, the change of the angle making you squirm around Bruno’s cock.

“Ngh—” You try to moan at the slide of it against your g-spot but are cut off by the grip tightening around your neck. On instinct your hands shoot up to hold fast against Bruno’s arm, clawing at the tensing muscles under his sleeve and he laughs some more at your struggling.

“Sorry, what was that? Use your words, sweetheart.” Bruno huffs between harsh pants of breath, leaning in to pretend to care about what you have to say. The wet gurgles and your broken cries make his cock twitch and in turn your eyes begin rolling back at the feeling of it. He pulls himself out with a lewd sound until only the tip is left inside to slam it back in. He begins a brutal pace, hard enough to rattle everything on his desk, that would throw you off if Sticky Fingers wasn’t keeping a bruising grip on you.

Fire licks up your spine and swirls wild in your guts with every thrust, the lack of air and blunt force of his pelvis slapping against your sopping cunt making it grow faster. Just when your vision starts to swim with spots of black a wave of fresh air hits your lungs that you greedily suck in with a gasp of Bruno’s name. Said man groans along with you, licking up the drool rolling freely from between your lips.

“Look how wet you’ve become from this. You love being treated like my personal flesh light, don’t you?” He coos, giving your neck one final squeeze before the same hand rises up and connects with your face again with a sharp crack, “Answer me, slut.”

You respond at first with a wheezing cough, and Bruno is at least gracious enough to give you some time to regain your senses, “Yes, I love it! Oh fuck, Bruno, please. I’m so close—”

“Don’t you dare cum before I do.” Bruno growls, silencing you with another slap across the opposite side of your face, “Thinking you can tease me this way and then get to cum first? I’m not going to let you get away with that. Now, be a good girl and I’ll cum in this pretty little cunt of yours.”

The angle of his thrusts changes as he talks down to you, purposefully avoiding your g-spot now as he chases his own release. Just the thought of his denial makes your pussy throb in sync with his thrusts. You reach up to grab Bruno’s wide shoulders so you have something to hang onto for the ride but he takes your wrists in each hand and slams them down onto the desk and doesn't let go.

“Fuck, aah, my pretty little slut—” He breathes low into your ear and the cute little noises you make as he kisses down your chest to bite along the soft skin of your breasts is what does him in. Bruno seats himself balls deep, groaning and cock twitching as the heat of his release fills you up. Wanting to milk him for every last drop you purposefully clench around him and try to grind into it. He bites his lip at the sensation around his spent cock, reveling in the feeling until he can’t handle it anymore and pulls out of you with an obscene squelch.

Even with Sticky Fingers’ grip on your legs you can’t help but keen and squirm around at the giant hands as one of Bruno’s descends on your clit, using the mix of his cum and your juices to ease the way in bringing you over the edge. You reach it with a sharp cry of his name, thighs twitch under his stand’s palms and your nails claw deep marks into the desk.

Afterwards, there’s only the harsh sounds of your mingling breaths and the wet tracks of sweat rolling down Bruno’s face. You can finally register the feeling of what might be a pen digging into your back but ignore it in favor of staring ogling all the marks you’ve left on Bruno’s chest and neck. Sticky Fingers silently disappears back into his master but you don’t bother trying to move, knowing for a fact that your overworked body won’t be able to handle it just yet. Bruno’s brow twitches when you lock eyes, obviously still completely fed up with you and it makes a giggle bubble up from your chest at the sight.

“So, uuuh,” Your voice cracks around a smirk and you give an exaggerated wiggle of your eyebrows, “About that debriefing.”

#bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #jjba part 5

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hcs10 · 2 years

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Notes on animating (which I cannot do) my Hermitcraft designs (which I have not drawn (yet)) / my headcanons for how the (character) Hermits move In General:

- Tango bobs and weaves a lot (because in MC he cant ever stay still when someone is talking to him). - He bobs his head when he walks - its very slight, and in almost a rhythmic wave pattern - His movements are fluid and graceful even though he’s also always slightly tripping over himself. - It’s almost hypnotic to watch him just move back and or forth, or build. - He likes to add a little extra flair to the gestures he makes, even if he doesnt gesture as frequently or grandiosely - He tends to look slightly surprised, or excited, or interested - whatever the expression, it’s pretty high energy

- Scar moves like a cartoon villain. - He makes grandiose gestures with his arms a lot. - He also has a tendency to steeple his fingers, or wiggle them when he giggles. Little hand gestures are a frequent with Scar. - He leans forward toward whoever he’s talking to (because Scar crouches and gets close in MC) - He smiles a lot, even if it’s very slightly, when talking - Scar is the king of :3 - I draw c!scar in a chair as well, so the chair and his legs stay pretty stationary while his torso and arms.... are in a broadway musical (or a disney animated feature-)

- Grian moves very sharply and suddenly a lot of the time, in bursts - He shifts his weight when talking a lot, but doesnt walk around or change position much - He doesn’t have many tics or movement... habits, but the ones he does have are very noticable - he often leans in a direction for a while very slowly before sharply correcting himself, both when listening to others and thinking. he needs to radically readjust his body position occasionally. - He often dusts himself off after flying, or working, or after people get close to him (which I think they do notice) - Grian doesn’t smile a lot when talking, unless he’s looking smug (but just because he isnt smiling doesnt mean he’s not enjoying himself), and he doesnt tend to look very energetic, but he still has the goofiest facial expressions out of everyone - One of those is the full-hand drag across the face whenever someone is being particularly exasperating to him (BDubs and Scar are the typical targets of this) - His hair moves like its in a ghibli film - Just watch how a crow moves and you understand how Grian moves

- Mumbo is the least coordinated man on earth - He sort of stumbles and bobs everywhere - his walk patterns falling somewhere between tango and bdubs, but far... far... far less graceful - He shrugs his shoulders a lot, even when just talking to himself, or even just thinking particularly loudly - he will wring his hands, rock back and forth on his heels, tug his collar, hold one of his arms... he has a bunch of little nervous tics and is always fidgeting - One of those is straightening his suit constantly. He still tries to do this when not in a suit - he often looks slightly apologetic, even if he’s done nothing wrong. especially when he’s done nothing wrong. (it’s okay mumbo we love you)(even when you mess up)(even when youre being self confident)(even when youre on break)(even if you decide never to do youtube again....)

- Bdubs usually looks at the ready, his hands are usually in fists or up at his chest like he’s gonna be swinging - He moves with his chest puffed out and in swaggering movements (full of bluster is the Bdubs) - Bluster is the perfect word for Bdubs movement actually, he blusters his way around. Swaggering around also good. - His movements arent delicate but they are airy, without much weight to them- BDubs always looks like he’s slightly under the effect of a potion of slow fall - This swagger and sort of... blunt and blundering grace completely vanishes when flying though - He has lots of sweeping motions to his movement - big fist pumps, starting to walk and backstepping, taking deep breaths, standing on his tip-toes, taking wide strides. He fully commits to every gesture, even if he maybe shouldn’t.

- Doc is very steady and still, and he doesnt move suddenly - He doesn’t shift or fidget much when talking, and is even more totally still when listening. when he listens to you, one should feel his momentous focus - similar to Grian, he doesn’t have many tics or little gestures, but unlike Grian, he doesnt have to suddenly and radically readjust his position or weight. Doc is very content however he happens to have placed himself. - he does still rub the places where his cybernetics meet skin, especially when thinking or contemplating - His movements are similar to the way giants are animated - one always gets a real sense of weight from Doc - He frequently closes his eyes or looks to the sky (where the ship of the Hivemind is always hovering) when thinking, especially when consulting the Hivemind - He smiles a lot, actually, and can rival Grian’s or Scar’s ability to look smug - His movements are often surprisingly elegant, and he moves with confidence. He also steps off cliffs and misplaces blocks with that same confidence, which can be very funny to watch - When he’s especially proud or caring toward something (some of his machines, his tomatoes), he will often hesitate to touch it. But, if he really loves it, he can’t resist.

#i'll do more of the hermits later maybe. these are just the ones i like. really think about and picture the most.#hermitcraft #idk how to tag this #movement headcanons #shut it kev

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dourpeep · 3 years

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Howdy! Could I request a soft!dom!kazuha x sub!male!reader? I’ve noticed how little content there was for kazuha, especially the male readers. It could be a series of headcannons, a oneshot, Drabble— whatever you feel more comfortable with! :) I suppose thats all I need to complete the request?

And thus, the long awaited reply! My apologies for the long wait, dearest anon, but it's appropriate, in a way, to finish this the day that Kazuha's debuting!

I ended up writing a full-on fic because the woeful lack of Kazuha fics and even bigger lack of Kazuha x amab!Reader. And we can't have that, now can we? So without further ado, I hope you enjoy! :DD

Hold Me Tighter

Summary: A sweet, intimate night spent in the arms of the one you love.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Kazuha x amab!Reader, soft dom!Kazuha, sub!Reader, grinding, frottage, rimming, sweet & romantic

In the moonlight, you’re draped in the soft silence wearing a thin robe, watching the clouds make their journey across the endless dark of the sky.

Up here, standing on the balcony with the view of the city spread out like a million stars, you can breathe.

It’s nice. But not quite as nice as the familiar warmth of the hand that slips within yours and the lips that press so sweetly to your cheek. Kazuha settles behind you, wrapping his arms securely around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Good evening, something on your mind?”

You lean to the kiss, then turning to rub your nose against his. This little home of yours feels warmer when he’s around.

“Not in particular...” Another kiss finds itself on your jaw just below your ear and he hums in satisfaction. “What are you doing, Kazu?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss you?”

His lips brush down to your neck, and you tilt your head to give him better access. They trail over your pulse and stop at your shoulder. Shifting, Kazuha reaches to gently move your robe to reveal more of your skin.

Then he stops.

The question of why dies on the tip of your tongue when he drapes your robe back in place, instead replaced by curious confusion.

“You should come back inside, this—” He mumbles, tugging at the thin, silky material of your robe. “Will make you catch a cold out here. The air tonight is brisk.”

So you follow him inside the warmth of your home, humoring his worry.

With you in the safety of his arms now, Kazuha hums with a satisfied smile. You lean back to rest against his chest, your hand sliding up to rest on top of one of his.

Breathing in deep, he noses at your hair, mumbling about the subtle smell of your shampoo. He was right, it’s much nicer to relax inside where the cool breeze doesn’t nip at your skin. Instead, the chill is replaced with the gentle heat radiating off of your lover and a comfortable ambiance.

But the soft silence only lasts so long with the telltale feel of fingers playing with the ties of your robe, a warm puff of breath brushing against the exposed skin of your neck. They leave and trail up to trace over your collarbone and the fabric partly covering it.

Throat bobbing, you relax as his other hand slides from under yours to guide the fabric away from your shoulder.

Before he can drag his lips along the newly exposed skin, you wiggle from his arms, taking his hand in yours and guiding him to the bedroom.

Clothing quickly finds its place in a pile on the floor, leaving no room between the two of you as you lay on your back.

Tender, Kazuha leans down over you, cock pressing to your thigh and lips melding against yours. You gasp into his mouth and buck your hips when his start to roll slowly against yours, grinding down on your own aching member.

With each bump of hips, you moan, tilting your head back.

“Kazuha…”

Dragging his lips over down to the fluttering pulse beneath the surface of your neck, he breathes you in, smiling against your skin. You’re warm, pleasantly so against the length of his body, and the hand that’s settled on your hip slides down to cup your ass and give it a squeeze. Languid, he pulls your hips up against the rhythm of his thrusts.

Every slide of his skin against yours feeds the growing desire but soon his hips stop and your brows furrow at the loss of friction.

Watching as he pulls away, sitting up, your eyes drift between you. Oh, you whisper, seeing the shine of precum spread over your cock and his, how it’s messily leaking over your stomach.

Your cheeks flare and he chuckles, removing himself from between your legs. “No need to be embarrassed. Can you turn around for me?”

Nodding, you shift, pressing your chest to the soft surface of the bed with your arms tucked beneath the pillow under your head. Immediately, his hands are back on you, rubbing up your thighs and massaging your ass. They waste no time in exploring the expanses of skin with teasing brushes and squeezes.

When he lowers himself down onto the bed, his lips meet the round of your ass with a kiss. His hands slide to cup each side.

Holding the soft flesh in his hands, he spreads them, leaning down to trail his lips from where his thumb settles besides your puckered hole. He swipes the pad over it, marveling over the shaky sigh the sensation draws.

He licks his lips and locks eyes with you, chuckling when you advert them and press your face against your arms.

Kazuha’s tongue traces along the sensitive seam beneath your shaft, hot breath puffing against heated skin. He can’t help the way that his lips knowingly curl up when your cock jumps at the feeling.

“Ngh..”

As he laps at the sensitive skin, he blows cool air gently only to place warm lips back. The shift in sensation draws a moan from your lips, though muffled by the pillow, then a gasp. A bite to your thigh trails back up to tease just beside your hole, waiting for a whine to slip before his tongue circles around it. Tensing, you arch your back to press closer to him.

“Patience, dove.”

But as soon as he says that he plunges his tongue into you, groaning at the way you breathe his name.

He works his tongue, thrusting it into you before pulling it away to swirl around your entrance. Eyes closed, he presses another kiss to one of your cheeks.

When Kazuha finally pulls away, a thin thread of saliva left between his tongue and you, he slides his hands from your ass up your back, leaning over you.

“Left drawer?” A few moments are spent missing the feel of him.

The cap of the bottle opens with a sudden pop.

“It’s a little cold, okay?”

You jump at the feel of the cold gel pressing to your hole, and he quickly apologizes. But the temperature is fleeting and soon warms as he circles his fingers around.

“I’ll just use one first.”

Gingerly, he squeezes out a bit more lube before his touch returns to you. His fingers aren’t particularly large, so the first slides in with some ease. It pushes in, to the first knuckle, waiting for you to relax before continuing. When you let out a breathy moan, he pushes it in all the way.

The way you squeeze around the single digit makes his head spin.

“You think you can take another already or should I relax you more?”

So aroused, you urge him to continue.

A second slick finger prods and pushes into you, his hand twisting so his palm is facing up. Already you’re tempted to move your hips, to take them in further. He starts pumping his fingers in you, spreading them to drag along your walls and coax you to relax. Each movement draws a sigh from your lungs and your eyes flutter closed.

“Feels nice…”

But he clicks his tongue, teasing. “Just nice?”

The aimless stretching turns into the slow, careful drag in and out, fingers curving to press just a bit more against your walls. Another crook and—

Oh! Judging by the way your laugh hitches and your hips tilt back, he tries to brush against that spot again. And again, and again, until you’re effectively fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Getting close? I want you to tell me, use your words.”

“Ye—yes- Kazuh—hahh-“

The knot in your stomach tightens and breaks as you tumble over your peak, cock messily leaking white onto the sheets below, and your body trembles at the intensity of your orgasm. A third finger presses in and massages you through the haze of pleasure, making you whine.

Just the three make you feel so full.

“Feels good now, hm?”

But the smug tone hardly registers when you’re so focused on the added pressure pressing into your ass. He continues fucking you with his fingers, prolonging your pleasure, only slowing to a stop when you sob his name and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

A shaky breath of relief accompanies the withdrawal of fingers.

Wiping his hand on his thigh, he settles besides you, kissing your shoulder and gently nuzzling his cheek against you.

“Was that too much…?”

You shake your head, still dizzy from your high. He shifts again, hardness pressed against you. But he makes no move to continue, instead smoothing his hand over your back in soothing motions. A few moments pass where he peppers you in gentle affection while you catch back up.

When you find the strength, you pull your knees up. Burying your face in the pillow, you mutter an okay.

“Relax for me…” He murmurs against your skin, kisses pressed along your spine to help calm you. “I’ll go slow.”

Guiding the tip of his cock along the cleft of your ass, Kazuha takes his time to swipe it along your taint. His heart pounds in his chest, urging him to hurry and feel you around his cock, and he’s sure that yours does the same. But he continues, deliberate, sliding back up your ass and back down. You press your face into the pillow to muffle a frustrated moan and he chuckles.

“Too slow?” You shake your head accompanied with the short chirp of a ‘no’.

When he finally presses against your ass, you’re relaxed and ready. With a murmur of your name, tender and sweet, he waits, letting you prepare. Lips on your shoulder, he carefully tilts his hips closer to yours.

And archons, the feel of him finally pushing past that first ring of muscle…

Kazuha watches the way you react, ruby eyes flickering over your back and thighs for any sign of discomfort. A sigh of relief puffs from his lips when you don’t tense up hard. Good.

“Keep going—”

Impatient tonight, then? But instead of laughing, since his own patience is being tested by the ache of his own desire, he hums and lowers his body to brush against yours.

Just a bit more and—

The sound that leaves your lips sends a rush of heat straight through his body.

“Mmnh!”

Ah, so he did find the right angle.

Focusing on shallow thrusts, he cants his hips back to hit that spot, each stroke slow. Every movement makes your head grow fuzzy and hips try and press back against his for more.

Drinking in your moans, Kazuha rubs and squeezes at your hip, murmuring sweet words of praise in your ear. You’re doing so well, taking him so well—

But right before the white-hot feeling of your pleasure spills over, he instead bottoms out in a fluid motion.

Frustration is quickly overridden by the realization of his hips pressed flush to your ass and his warm forehead between your shoulders. With the suddenness of your tight heat squeezing around him there’s only so much that he can do to will himself to calm down.

Blindly, one of his hands reaches for yours to intertwine fingers.

The cool of the air around you makes you so much more aware of the way heavy panting draws puffs of warmth against your skin, his lips just barely hovering over your flushed skin.

One second turns to five before his hips shift and start a slow pace and you melt against the sheets when he rolls his hips deeper, hips flush to hips.

Each thrust is so deliciously slow, his cock dragging against your walls and pressing up against that spot with every push back in.

Breath ghosts over your pulse as he rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back in entirely. Though the slight twinge of friction makes your breath hitch, the pleasure that washes over you quickly quells any discomfort. The feel of him going so deep with every movement leaves you gasping.

Slow, deep, he takes his time. Kazuha’s lips press to the back of your neck, blowing gently into your ear.

“Love you—”

As he murmurs, his hands travel along the length of your body, reaching to rub at your chest, at your thigh. His voice soft, he whispers these words like a prayer, over and over again as if their truth would only grow with each utter.

With the feel of you so tight around him, he can’t help but quicken his thrust, the slide of slick lube and your moans like music encouraging him. Your still intertwined hands press into the soft sheets of the bed, shifting with every meeting of his hips to yours.

He hits the spot again and you can’t help the plea that slips from you. “Touch me please-“

So he does, the hand on your hip sliding to meet your cock, teasing at your sensitive tip leaking precum and then up its length to wrap around your shaft. Every thrust makes it slip between his loose grip. Each thrust coaxing that familiar pressure to build within you.

You angle your hips more, closer to his. Though his hand leaves yours to grip your waist, he peppers kisses along your shoulders and whispers soft praise. So good, always so good for him.

The next brush against that spot makes you see stars and you’re left with shaking legs. When Kazuha pulls out of you, hissing at the way you clench around him in desperate attempt to make him thrust back in, the hand stroking you leaves.

“Wait—I’m so-“

He presses his cock between your spread legs, tip teasing against your shaft. He guides you to press your thighs together. Chest flush against yours, he thrusts quicker, gripping both of your cocks and stroking to the pace of his hips.

His moans pick up, raspy with need. So close—

Movements quickly become sloppy and his hand squeezes around both shafts to draw another moan from him and a gasp from you, edging closer and closer. The tension builds fast.

With a final slam of his hips against yours, pushing his cock between your soft thighs, he cries out your name and comes undone with warm white painting his hand and the sheets below you. Though sensitive, he weakly thrusts and continues to slide his hand along your shaft until you too feel the pressure in your belly snap and your spend mingles with his.

You let yourself collapse on the bed with limbs pleasantly numb, bringing a startled Kazuha along with you.

Ignoring the way your cum puddles beneath you, you laugh even though you’re already breathing hard as is. He rolls off from on top of you.

“Bath?”

While you try to catch your breath, your lover takes the hand closes to him in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. It brings heat to your cheeks.

“Yes please.”

So after a few blissful moments spent just laying besides each other, you’re settled in the bath with Kazuha beside you. The hot water burns pleasantly against your skin.

Dragging a soft towel up along your arm he gently wipes, every movement slow and steady. The suds the cloth leaves smell sweet, light. When he finishes wiping the sweat and grime from you, his lips press to your temple.

“Want me to wash your hair?” A hum of approval from you is all he needs to hear before he carefully cups some of the water to pour over your head. “Close your eyes—”

It flows, wetting your hair and flowing over your features in little rivulets.

The pop of a cap follows as soon as he’s satisfied with his work.

As soon as his hands find their way into your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp, you can’t help but lean further into his touch. Kazuha chuckles, the sound pleasant in the way it reverberates in the room. He’s always so attentive, so soft.

Sighing, you smile, basking in the afterglow and comfort that he provides, morning still far ahead.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

...

“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin.

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?”

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another.

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you.

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked.

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!”

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!”

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you.

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry.

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused.

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.”

“Ayato~” you whimpered.

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where.

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat.

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human.

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.”

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips.

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon.

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free.

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards.

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Cottgecore

Prelude - This is all @dearestdynamight ‘s fault okay I take no responsibility for the horny..... or do I? aha Sorry I said I’d write a drabble but it turned into a one shot whoops

Pairing - Yandere Bakugou Katsuki X Fem Reader

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, unsafe sex,

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/3R8PKPTPgHApBhCt3NUJ0q?si=uLON1Rw_RHaEpH2WaCfYBA (This music has a great runnin tempo/ it made me think of heartbeats skippin like outta fear so)

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“Alright-” Bakugou has you by the arm, dragging you past the threshold of the cabin he keeps you in.

You’re scared. Sometimes he lets you outside, to feel the sunshine and the nice breeze, to go for a walk down to the creek, hiding his smile as you gawk at all the pretty flowers.

But he seems... agitated today. Restless.

“-Here’s how this is gonna go.” He shoves you down the front steps, and you barely catch yourself from falling, turning to look at the blonde while he sits himself down on the top step, legs stretching out. “I’ll give you hm, five minutes - got that? You got five minutes to fuckin’ run, and then I let myself loose.”

“Wh-what?” You’re not understanding, hands anxiously twisting at each other. There’s a predatory look in Bakugou’s eyes.

“We’re gonna play tag. I’m fuckin’ bored and I wanna get a nice little workout in. Chasing your pretty little ass through the forest should be enough to get my blood pumping.” Is his simple explanation.

He’s letting you run?

You don’t dare to hope for a second that you’ll actually be able to get away, escape from the monster of a man that’s lounging on the steps in front of you.

He’s hurt you, abused you, kept you locked away from society, far enough that no one’s able to hear when you scream every time Bakugou fucks you.

“I..... I don’t want to play.” Your bottom lip quivers, but you can’t tell if you’re going to cry out of frustration or nervousness. You can’t believe that you’re nothing more than a toy to Bakugou, something he can play with when he’s bored, keep tucked away in the dark when he has better things to do.

Bakugou leans back, rests on an elbow, lets his crimson eyes rake up your form before they reach your gaze. “Yeah? You don’t wanna play? Is that cause you know you’ll fuckin’ lose? I bet you’ll cry like a little bitch when I catch you.”

There’s nothing that you want to say to him. He’s trying to egg you on, but you won’t fall for his mean tricks.

“Fucking fine.” He shifts, smug smile appearing. “Time starts now. I don’t care if you don’t run, but know that I don’t have any qualms about fuckin’ you right here after your five minutes are up.” His gaze his burning into you.

At least if you run, you won’t just be sitting here, waiting as Katsuki counts down the minutes.

You take off, down towards the creek behind the cabin, grateful that Bakugou let you keep your sneakers when he had first dragged you here, all those months ago.

They’re practically falling apart, squishing through the mud by the creek, and you almost lose your footing, scrambling to right yourself, splash across to the other side.

It doesn’t matter that your shoes are all wet now, that the bottom of your dress is dripping. Truthfully, you hate the dresses Katsuki brings home for you to wear. Hate that they’re clothes you’d love under normal circumstances, flowy dresses and cute patterns, fitting in so nicely to a cottage core aesthetic.

Branches snap underfoot as you crash through the brush, panting, focused on one thing and one thing only; getting as far away as you could, as fast as you can.

You don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when if Katsuki catches you, this twisted little game of tag he wants to play. You want to scream, this isn’t even how you play tag, he’s just using it as an excuse to hunt you down, to take pleasure out of your fear.

Moving too close to a tree had you yelping as your shoulder collided, the rough bark scratching up your skin, tearing your dress. No matter, you just needed to keep going, keep running, keep moving.

It was starting to hurt to breathe, lifting your legs was tiring, burning. You’d never been much of a runner, and being kept under lock and key at Bakugou’s cabin hadn’t exactly done wonders for your endurance.

You found yourself cursing that fact as a loud shout rang through the forest, words indiscernible. But you knew it was the blonde, could recognize raspy, manic voice that comprised the shout.

Five minutes was up.

Wheezing now, you pushed on. You briefly considered hiding, but quickly discarded that idea. Bakugou could track you, and you didn’t have enough time. You would have to worry that he’d be even rougher when if he caught you, hiding instead of running like he had wanted.

No time to rest, but you wanted to, lungs burning. You had a stitch in your side, your shoulder hurt from scraping against the tree, and your mouth was dry, throat parched.

It wasn’t long before you began to hear noises behind you, brush crashing, branches snapping, pleased laughter. You knew Bakugou was toying with you, knew that he could track you silently if he so chose. But no, he wanted you to know that he was coming, chasing you down, relentless.

It hurt to push your legs faster, muscles fatigued, cramping. Your left calf seized up, and you held in a shriek, pleading, begging your body to keep moving as you limped on, hurriedly dragging your cramping leg, refusing to stop.

“Keep on runnin’, I’ve almost fucking got you!” Bakugou crowed, and you spared a glance behind you, thankfully seeing nothing but an empty forest behind you. It meant you still had time.

But not enough time.

With a start, you realized the noises behind you had stopped, which meant that Katsuki was beginning to actually hunt, silent and ruthless.

You don’t know where he is now, nothing left to do but urge your body forward still, exhausted and terrified.

Then a weight’s pushing against your back, and you’re hitting the dirt, tackled by Bakugou, pinned down.

“I knew I’d fuckin’ get you.” He whispers to you, breath coming out in proud, ragged pants.

You whimper into the dirt, body already aching, your own breath knocked completely out of your chest because of the way the male had tackled you. You hurt all over, and now you were dirty, and Bakugou wouldn’t get off.

“Goddamn, you gave me a run for my money there. Didn’t think you’d be that fuckin’ fast, Jesus Christ.” You can tell he’s almost proud of you, proud of his ability to choose a partner.

He pushes his weight off of you, rising to his knees, and you quickly try to follow him, not fond of being splayed out on the ground underneath him.

But Bakugou doesn’t let you get far.

You’ve gathered your legs underneath you, pushing up off the ground, but the man curls a hand around your hip, the other gripping at your uninjured shoulder. You don’t even have time to draw in a breath to ask him what he was doing before he’s shoving your face back in the dirt, lifting your hips.

“Bakugou, wait!” You screeched, hands fumbling backwards as you try to grab at him, push him off you.

The man just laughs, loud and rough, shuffles closer so he can push his crotch against your ass, let you feel the sizable bulge he’s sporting. “What’s wrong princess? I won fair n’d square, now let me take my fuckin’ prize.”

A part of you knew, knew that this is how things would end. But you had wanted to believe, had hoped that it’d be different.

“Please, wait, not here-not out here.” You choked, feeling him shift the fabric of your dress up over your ass, just enough so that he could tug at the fabric of your panties, snap the edges against your skin.

“N’d why the fuck not? ‘S not like anybody’ll hear you when you start screamin’.” The reality behind his words made your stomach curl, legs trembling as Katsuki snickered.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a scared little deer.”

Your panties get tugged down to your knees, and you hear the slight squish of Bakugou gathering his saliva in his mouth seconds before you hear him spit, seconds before you feel the glob of wet land on one of your cheeks.

Fingers swipe through the mess, before trailing down to your pussy, spreading Bakugou’s spit against your folds.

He apparently isn’t satisfied with that though, because you can feel him shifting, right before he grips a cheek in each hand and spreads you wide, pulls your hips backwards at the same time so you’re angled just right.

Just right for his spit to land directly on your cunt this time.

“S-stop it, please-” You shudder, giving up on trying to push him off. It’s never worked for you in the past, and you’re tired from running, sweaty body yearning to go limp.

A finger enters you, too soon, with not enough spit to ease its way. You yelp at the burning stretch, but Bakugou snarls at you too shut up, take what he’s given’ you as he slaps your ass.

You can feel the burn of his gaze as he watches your flesh jiggle from the force of his slap.

He works fast, doesn’t have enough patience to go slow, to open you up properly for him. The mans riled up from the chase, full of adrenaline that has no where to go, and he wants to hammer away at your little body until you break. Bakugou knows he can build you back up again when you do.

It’s alarming when you feel fingers pull free, feel the hot, spongy head of a dick pressing up against your entrance. You aren’t ready, nowhere near wet enough. “Bakugou-Bakugou wait, wait! Bakug-oh!!” The scream that leaves your mouth is loud enough to startle birds, cause them to rise from their resting places in the trees.

Bakugou laughs a little at that, the sound quickly tapering off into a groan as he works his cock deeper into you, wiggling his hips from side to side so he can fully seat himself into your cunt, balls snug up against your clit.

“Yeah, go ahead and scream princess, lemme hear you.” He encourages, pulling out just an inch or two so he can slam back in, hear you sob, watch your shoulder shake. with each heaving breath.

He’s fucking you into the dirt like an animal, feral and uncontrolled, wild. You barely have the coordination to try and protect your face with your forearms, keep your sensitive skin from being scraped raw on the ground.

You can’t protect your knees though, or the places that Katsuki holds you from, his grip too tight, blunt nails pressing so deep into your flesh that they draw blood, the pressure biting.

It’s impossible to hold back your noises, tearful, fearful screams reverberating into the forest, choked off as you’re rocked back and forth by vicious thrusts.

The man moves easily, fucks you with the strength of a stallion, growling out your name, letting out throaty groans as he chases his release.

And it hurts, so much, your body battered and becoming scratched and bruised; it hurts so much. Until heat pools in your gut, Katsuki hitting a special spot inside you. It makes your toes curl in your sneakers, has the slide of his cock going just a bit easier as you get that much wetter.

“Unh, n-no-ooh, please, ah! Please, ohh, Bak-Bakug-” You can’t even finish your sentence, not with the blonde reaching around, hand creeping across your stomach, down to where his balls keep smacking against your skin so he can rub tight little circles around your clit.

“Fuck-fuck yeah princess, there we go. Feelin’ good now? Shit, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

You hated his voice, hated how deep and raspy it was, how his gruff moans of pleasure made your stomach jolt with arousal.

“You tryin’ t’ milk my cock or somethin’? You want my cum that fucking bad?” The man pounding you into the dirt laughed, changing his posture so that he was curled over you, chest pressed to your back.

His hips rabbited into you, and you sobbed freely at the sensation, at his horrible fingers that wouldn’t stop drawing shapes on your little clit, making you feel hot and too close to cumming.

“No, no, no-” You whimpered, trying to hold back your orgasm, but it was too little, too late.

Bakugou’s hips stuttered as you gushed around his cock, barely managing three more full thrusts before burying himself deep, cock twitching inside of you, spurting out his warm cum.

Disgusting.

You were too tired, too spent to care how long the two of you spent on the ground, regaining your breath.

When Bakugou peeled himself away from your body, soft cock slipping easily from your warmth, you couldn’t help but cringe at the wetness that spilled against your thigh, no longer plugged in your cunt.

“That was real fucking good.”

Yeah, maybe for him.

Your panties were pulled back up, Bakugou smoothing them down before flipping your dress back into place as he rose to his feet.

He urged you up, supporting most of your weight as he easily tugged you upright. “Knew you’d be too much of a baby to walk back.” He grouched as your knees trembled, almost sending you crashing back to the ground if not for his firm arm around your waist, holding you up.

The next second, you were being lifted into the air, easily swung up into Katsuki’s arms, carried bridal style.

You felt his eyes on you, scanning over your face, your arms, your legs. Cataloging the various scratches and bruises marring your form. “You look like shit.”

You didn’t have a smart retort, just rested your head against his chest, grateful that he wasn’t making you walk, legs weak and jelly-like.

Your throat hurt from screaming.

Bakugou took you home, back to his cabin, to the cottage core life that you’d think was perfect... if only he wasn’t in it.

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The B*tch

Title: The b*tch

Summary: It’s a game for you and Bucky. Sometimes you even burn a whole town down if you must.

Square Filled ‘Second Chances’ for: @buckybingo

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Dot, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship (toxic relationship), public blowjob (light), light fingering, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, no description), mentions of infidelity/break-up, implied/mentions of threesome/foursome, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, forced voyeurism, possessive Bucky, hair pulling, roughness, implied character’s death, therapy, roleplay

Words: 5,3k

2021 BUCKY BINGO masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Please head the warnings. The reader and Bucky have a toxic relationship in this. Both are awful people.

“Steve, tell your boss to keep his bitch in line,” you growl, tapping your glass to order another drink. The bartender smirks, watching Steve Rogers, the right-hand man of the most feared man in Brooklyn cower in front of you. “This is my club, and I don’t like hussies at my club, nor whores.”

“Doll, don’t make a fuss,” Steve tries. “I know you and Buck got a war of roses going on, but he didn’t think much of bringing that girl here.”

“I said, I don’t want his whores at my club,” you whip your head to meet Steve’s eyes, narrowing your eyes. “And I don’t mean girls making money with riding dick. I like prostitutes, Stevie. They are always polite and know how to dress. Suzie over there works here every night.”

“Y/N, stop right now. You know every club pays Bucky good money. Every club except for you,” Steve warns.

“I don’t give two shits on Barnes. I make the rules here,” Steve doesn’t like you slide your hand over your thigh, patting the hidden knife. He knows you love to wear a knife strapped against your thigh beneath your crimson silky robe.

He follows the motion, eyes glued to the slit in your dress, revealing your thigh and the tattoo on it. The one you will remove soon enough.

“Still got the tattoo, doll? I knew you can’t get rid of me completely,” a smug grin on his lips, and a dopily smiling Dot on his arm Bucky waltz toward you as if he owns the club.

“Oh, the trash made it out of the house,” you batt your eyelashes, chuckling lightly. “Didn’t think she can walk on her own.” turning around to face the bartender you give her a sweet smile. “What do you think, Wanda, doll. Does that woman look like she should be at my club?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wanda smirks. While refilling your drink, she looks at Dot, shrugging as she doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. “I’m not into cheap chicks.”

“Give me two cherries,” you coo, ignoring Bucky fumes right next to you. “Maybe give Steve water to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate. He looks so pale tonight. We don’t want him to get sick.”

“On its way, boss,” snickering Wanda pours Steve water, relieved she doesn’t have to talk about Bucky’s latest arm candy.

“Steve, tell my ex to shut her nasty mouth before I stuff it,” Bucky barks orders at Steve before he sits next to you on his favorite barstool, the one he used to occupy when you still were a thing.

“You wish,” you sip at your martini, looking anywhere but at Bucky. “Why do you come back here? There are other clubs in Brooklyn, with owners liking you, Barnes.”

“I like the atmosphere and the drinks are good,” he smirks, placing his favorite knife onto the bar top. A silent warning for you to watch your tongue. “What can you recommend?”

“To leave,” you quip, sipping at your drink.

“You know, it’s a crime to put cherries into a martini,” Bucky mutters, watching you place one of the cherries on your tongue, moaning at the taste.

“I give a shit on your opinion, Barnes. If you would excuse me now, there are tables, a dancefloor, and restrooms you can use,” you jerk your head toward Dot stand next to Steve, still grinning at you. “Take your bitch and leave me to my drink and the music.”

“Ya know,” Bucky leans closer to breathe in your neck, “you should fuck more often to get the stick out of your ass, my love.” his fingertips ghost over your back, draw circles in your skin.

“Ya know,” you get your knife out to press the tip into Bucky’s crotch before Steve can even flinch, “men like you should watch their tongue and balls. One day someone will break into your house and cut them off. Now go.”

“Little bitch.”

“I used to be your doll,” you say, a little too bitter. “Sadly, you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” you chuckle.

“Bitch,”

“Cheating bastard,” you dip your head to glance at Dot. “You should hurry to disappoint the next woman. Maybe you will keep your promises this time – huh? Or maybe she’ll get empty promises too.”

“One day someone will cut your sharp tongue off,” you press the tip harder into his crotch, smirking when a hint of pain flashes across Bucky’s features. “Maybe I’ll be the one to do so.”

“Aw, you can’t take the pleasure away from all men in Brooklyn who want a blowjob from me. You know,” leaning closer you brush your lips over Bucky’s ear, “men love it when I use my tongue.”

Bucky shudders, remembering the way you went down on him. Teeth, lips, and tongue. “You weren’t that good.”

“What a pity,” you smirk, hiding the knife in your garter. “I just wanted to remind you how good I can blow you off.”

“You sure?” Steve chokes on his water when you slide off the barstool to pat his cock, right in front of his boss.

“What the fuck, doll?”

“Oh, you believed I wanted to suck your dick?” you chuckle. “No, I wanted to go down on your tall blonde piece of meat and show him a good time.”

“Go ahead and show Steve a good time,” Bucky challenges, watching you slowly unbuckle Steve’s belt.

You don’t care the club is crowded or that Bucky is right next to you and Steve.

“Y/N, doll,” Steve mumbles when you slide your hand over his chest down to his abs. “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

“Stevie,” you coo, giving his lips a peck, “you should know I do what I want, and right now,” you tug harshly at his pants, shove them down his legs, “I wanna suck your dick and show you a good time.”

Steve swallows thickly, but what can man do when a woman like you shoves her hand down his boxers to run it up and down his swelling length.

“Oh, you are packing, sweet Steve,” you moan, hand leaving his boxers too soon to shove the fabric down his thighs.

No one at the club dares to watch you. You’re at the VIP section, the one reserved for and your friends. This part of the club only belongs to you, and you can do whatever you want without anyone spying on you.

“Doll,” Steve’s breathing quickens when you ever so slowly sink to your knees to cup his balls. “You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I can do, Stevie,” you smirk, hand fisting his cock harshly. “That’s a nice cock, a big one and I’ll worship it. Don’t you want my lips around your dick?”

“Y-yeah-“ Steve chokes out. “But B-Bucky is right next to us, doll. Can we go somewhere private?”

“No, baby,” chuckling you roughly grip Steve’s cock. “I want to prove a point, Steve, and want to choke on your cock right here and now.”

You lick over the wide head, smiling to yourself when you hear Bucky bark your name. He dangerously growls it, wants you to stop but you relax your jaw and go for the goal.

“If you dare to suck his dick, I’ll end your life,” he growls. “Y/N, I’m warning you, doll. Don’t you-“

It’s too late, you suckle at the tip of Steve’s cock, ignoring Bucky throws a tantrum.

“What, James? You told me I’m boring and you want to move on with a hotter chick. Obviously, Stevie has a different opinion and is hard as a rock for me. Now lemme get him off, he’s so hard it would be a waste to not suck his dick.”

“Stop being a brat,” fisting your hair Bucky drags you off Steve, leaves his friend panting and unsatisfied behind.

“Let go of me Barnes,” you try to swat Bucky’s hands away, but he pushes you onto the couch at the VIP section, growling low in his throat. “I wanna suck Stevie’s dick, James. Let me suck his fucking cock!”

“Be good now,” panting heavily Bucky pins your hands above your head, to hold you down. “You will not suck Steve’s cock, not before you did so with mine.”

“I won’t suck your pitiful dick,” you spit into Bucky’s face, grinning viciously when he growls low in his throat. “Now get off me! This is still my club.”

Bucky’s eyes drift toward your legs, especially the tattoo on your thigh, the one with his name on it.

“This is still all mine, doll. Forget about Steve’s cock, mine is all you’ll get. No one in this town will ever touch you.”

“You fucker!” you try to kick Bucky but he takes the opportunity to settle between your thighs, smirks as you can feel his erection press against your thigh. “Get off me! You made sure no guy I hit on fucked me?”

“It’s the law,” Bucky breathes against your lips, “Y/N, Y/L/N is Bucky Barnes property. I laid claim on you years ago, my beloved wife.”

“The fuck! I’m not some fucking property, you dickhead,” you cry, fighting Bucky with all your strength. “I will kill you the moment you get off me. I will start with cutting your balls off and end it with carving your heart out of your chest!”

“Damn, you really want to suck Steve’s dick,” Bucky grins. He pecks your nose, snickering when you try to bite him. “Did ya hear, Stevie? Y/N wants to suck your cock so badly.”

“Barnes, get off me,” you mutter, tilting your hips to rub your core against Bucky’s erection. “Or get me off.”

“Interesting,” he smirks, eyes drifting toward your chest. “But I don’t fuck bitches,” you huff at Bucky’s words, wiggle harder in his hold.

Your stiff nipples strain against the thin fabric of your silky dress, force Bucky to remember how it felt when you pressed your sweaty body against his chest, nipples scraping his skin.

“Then get off me, Barnes, and leave my club. Take your sweet puppy with you,” you growl. “I’m gonna find another dick to suck tonight.”

“You had to fuck with her again, didn’t you, Buck?” Steve sighs, tugging his cock back into his pants. “Damn, why didn’t you let her finish me? She’s so good at sucking dick.”

“That was a one-time thing, and we were all drunk,” Bucky growls. “And it was one of her fantasies. Y/N is not for you to touch.”

“Didn’t look like it when you encouraged her to give me a blowjob,” cursing under his breath, Steve stomps toward the car. “I had a raging hard dick.”

“Do you think I give a shit! She’s still my wife, Steve,” Bucky sneers. “If not for our friendship, you would lie six feet under right now.”

“Bastard!” tossing the divorce papers onto Bucky's desk, you scowl at him. “James, you told me you’ll sign the papers weeks ago. Now you sent them to me, unsigned and a picture of your dick glued to it.”

“I’m not going to sign that crap, kitten. And I know you loved the picture. I bet you got off looking at my dick,” leaning back in his chair Bucky roams your body with his eyes. “You look ready to get eaten in that black pencil skirt, baby doll. Why don’t you come over here and let me shove my hand down your panties?”

“Everything is a joke to you,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for one of Bucky’s games. “You wanted out of this marriage, you got out. You can’t suddenly change your mind.”

“I can and did,” he shrugs, eying you shamelessly when you cross your legs. “What happened last night will never happen again, doll. If you ever try to let another man touch you, he’ll die. Everyone in town knows you are mine.”

“You can’t-“ you growl, hands balling into fists. “What do you want for letting me go? I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of your games. Do you want my club? You can have it! Just sign the papers and I’m out of town for good.”

“You would give ‘Artemis’, the club you built out of nothing, up to be free of me?” you shrug. Nothing you can’t accomplish. When you are free of Bucky you will start anew.

“New town. New club,” Bucky huffs at your words. “It’s nothing special. People want to dance, drink, and fuck everywhere. The only difference is, there will be no James Buchanan Barnes fucking me over.”

“I did not fuck you over but fucked you thoroughly,” you scream in frustration, grasp the first thing on Bucky’s desk to throw it at him. “I even let you fuck Stevie.”

“That was a birthday gift, and you had your turn too,” getting up you want to attack Bucky, but you don’t get far.

“Come here doll and get some,” he already grasps for your arm, moves faster than you can blink to push you onto the couch at his office.

“Get off me,” you fight with Bucky. Slap his face, tug harshly at his hair, fist his clothes before you end up on top of him.

He has you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs moments later to shove your panties aside, fingers pushing inside your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, doll.”

“I’m just needy thanks to you, Barnes,” you growl, hands pawing at his jacket, tugging harshly. “Give me something, anything…”

“My dick?” he cocks a brow, groaning when you nod eagerly. “Just a minute baby doll,” husking the words Bucky rips your panties apart. “Lemme call Steve to join us.” He grins, revealing he tricked you again.

“Fucking asshole,” you slap his cheek harshly, growling his name. “There I believe you can act like an adult.”

“Just let me call him and he can watch me fuck you like a man,” Bucky grips your waistline, fingers digging in your flesh to hold you on top of him. “I want him to see how good I can make you feel.”

“I wanted to get off, not give your best buddy something to jerk off,” you growl, pushing against Bucky’s shoulders. “Jesus, we are a mess, Barnes.”

“I know, but I love you,” you sigh, forehead pressing against Bucky’s. “Can we not try again? I know that I fucked up, but give me another chance, doll.”

Your hands cup his face, and you breathe against him. Your forehead still touches Bucky’s heated one, and you just take a moment to feel him against you.

“I want Dot gone, not just out of your life but out of town. I don’t care if you send her to hell or Timbuktu. Just get rid of that grinning bitch,” you mutter. “If you get rid of her, we can talk again.”

“Uh-erm,” Bucky tilts his hips to press his erection into your core. “Can we still fuck? I didn’t touch Dot, I swear. Yes, I had a few flings here and there, but I know you were riding Steve’s dick over the last months.”

“What can I say – he has a nice dick,” you smirk, hands kneading the knots out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Maybe we can invite him once in a while?”

“What will I get in return?” Bucky husks, searching your eyes. “Doll?”

“You can do that thing with your thing,” a deep guttural growl leaves Bucky’s chest before you find yourself underneath the mobster, pinned to the couch.

“Give me five and I’ll get her out of town. And then, I want to do the thing with my thing in your ass.”

“Not today,” you grumble. “Get me off first and show me you’ll not stray again. If you can prove you are worth my time, you can conquer my ass.”

“I wanna-“ Bucky whines. “You better let me fuck that tight ass, doll. If not, I’ll not let you cum for months…”

“Promises…promises…”

“Bye, bye, Dottie,” you coo, waving at Steve. The tall blonde drags said woman out of her apartment, not caring Dot screams, fighting Steve with tooth and nails. “Have a nice trip!”

“Bitch!” Dot growls, screaming on the top of her lungs. “You can have that bastard back. He barely made me cum.”

“Did you fuck her?” growling the words you glare at Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you fuck that woman?”

“Maybe a little?” Bucky shrugs, rubbing his hands over your arms, grinning sheepishly. “I was barely inside, ya know.”

“What the fuck! There is no ‘I was barely inside’, James. You were inside and fucked her or you weren’t,” you punch his chest harshly. “There is no halfway!”

“Fine, I fucked her ass,” your husband grumbles. “What can I say? We were on a break, and I was lonely.”

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me you were lonely, Barnes,” pushing against his shoulders you ignore Steve tries to drag you off his friend. “Good thing I rode Steve’s dick excessively. Damn, he was so good!”

“If you don’t stop talking about Steve’s dick I’ll let him fuck you right here, in front of all my men! Maybe I’ll let them have a turn too – huh? All of them!” Bucky threatens, not liking the grin on your lips.

“Oh, please! As if I didn’t already fuck all of your men! Sam was the first I blew off in your car! He tasted like a goddamn popsicle!”

“Lying bitch!” Bucky is in your face, breathes heavily when you exclaim Thor had you on your husband’s desk, followed by his raven-haired brother. “You didn’t fuck my men!”

“I did and if I want to, I’ll do it again. Right here. Right now. All of them in all my holes,” you jab your finger into Bucky’s chest, snickering when he wraps his metal hand around your throat.

“You better think before you speak to me again,” he growls. “Get in my car and shut your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t you want one of your men to shut my mouth with his dick?” you retort, laughing when Bucky roughly shoves you toward his car to bend you over the hood.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll show you what you’ll get,” Steve tries to stop his friend when Bucky rips your dress down your body, followed by your panties.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me, or will you ask a real man to do so?” laughing manically you spread your legs. “I’m ready for all of them, James.”

“Fucking bitch,” he unzips his pants, impatiently getting his dick out. “I’m gonna fuck you right here for all my men to see.”

“Promises again-“ you giggle, not missing Steve tries to stop his friend. “Will ya fuck me now or shall I ask one of your men?”

“Shut up,” his cock slaps against your ass, and his men turn around, not wanting to peak on you getting fucked. “If anyone takes his eyes off my wife, he’ll fuck her after me!”

“Did you just offer my pussy to all of your men? Naughty, James,” you grin, imagining getting filled by all of Bucky’s men. “Damn, yes.”

“I might add, anyone putting their hands on my wife will die, slow and painful!” you whine, disappointed you’ll only get Bucky’s dick. “Now shut the fuck up and just take my dick like a good girl.”

“Aw, you still think I’m a good girl, Bucky. That’s so sweet of you,” giggling you tap your fingers onto the hood. “Will I get your dick now or do you have performance issues in front of your men?”

“Fucking bitch,” his metal hand roughly fists your hair, presses your face into the cool surface of his car, gives you a stark contrast to his hot cock that nudges at your slit. “I hope you are wet because I don’t care if it hurts for you.”

“Bastard,” filled to the brim seconds later you struggle to breathe. Bucky is not gentle by all means, he roughly grips your shoulders, holds you down like you are nothing but a hole to fill. “Fuck me like a man, if you can.”

“Buck, can we not leave,” Steve grumbles, eyes glued to your body pressed to the car. He would never tell anyone so, but Steve loves to fuck a girl on a car.

“Watch and maybe, you’ll get a turn too. Sloppy seconds and all,” Sam tries to not look, knowing Bucky is too engrossed in starting to fuck into you. Brock on the other hand rubs his hand over his dick, listening to all the noises you make for your husband.

“Buck, this goes too far,” you moan loudly, feeling Bucky speed up. He doesn’t care if you get off or enjoy the ride; he simply wants to lay claim on your body again. “Bucky!”

“You’ll watch me fuck my wife, Sam,” Bucky moves his hands to your hips, holds your body in a tight grip. “I dare you to look away.”

“Bucky likes to have an audience while we fuck,” you quip, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to meet Steve’s darkened eyes. “Look at you Steve, so hard while your best buddy fucks his wife.

“Can you stop flirting with Steve?” Bucky starts to drag you onto his length, groans with every harsh thrust. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to not let you cum.”

“Don’t challenge me, Barnes!” while you bicker with your husband, his men silently sneak toward their cars, leave you to your coupling. “You better make me cum!”

“Little bitch wants to dictate my life,” he ruts into you, hands pawing at your flesh. “My doll wanted to fuck Stevie, and I let her. But then I want to fuck Natasha and she freaks out.”

“As you didn’t ask me to do so! You fucked her in our bed, and she wore one of my dresses,” you growl, pushing back onto Bucky’s length. “All those bitches, you fucked them on our bed. I would’ve never fucked Steve on our bed!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Cheater!”

“Fucking cum.”

“I’m trying but you lost your mojo,” you pant, smirking at Steve. He’s the last man standing – or rather the only guy watching you and Bucky fuck.

“Steve, make a mental note. We will put my wife in the dungeon and play with her all night long,” whimpering you look at Steve, imagining all the cruel things both men will do to you.

“Please.”

“Cum and I’ll hurt you so good…”

“I forgot we got a freaking sex dungeon,” you roll on your back, stretching your sore body. “So, who’s going to get me food?”

“Steve?”

“I don’t feel my legs, Buck,” Steve groans. “How about you go, and I’ll just lie here, ignoring my sore dick.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you tut. “I only tried to show you a good time. How should I know you can’t take it?”

“Stevie, if you want to keep up with my wife, you must train your dick,” Bucky snickers, looking around the room to find his pants. “Sam, why are you still on the floor?”

“I need a break,” Sam pants, glancing at Bucky who ushers toward the door to unlock it. “I never thought I will ever not want sex.”

“Aw, my sexy soft bear can’t get up from the floor, Bucky,” you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Did you hear me?” the female asks, disturbing your moment of silence. “Mrs. Barnes, did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. Your therapist looks at you, expectantly, waiting for you to answer her question. “What did you imagine?”

“I-I,” you sigh, realizing you daydreamed once again. “To pay him back and, have some fun,” you sniff now.

“How did you do it? Who are you when you pay him back?” she asks. “Describe the person you are in your dreams.”

“When I imagine paying my husband back, I’m sexy and wild. Not meek and boring. If only I was a little more like that woman, he would’ve never found someone better, sexier, and more interesting.”

“Mrs. Barnes, you are not boring nor unsexy. Men cheat on their women for other reasons,” she tuts. “We talked about your low self-esteem.”

“Doesn’t change the fact she’s a ten and I’m a two, maybe even a one,” you sniffle. “I guess he will file for divorce soon enough to marry that woman. I can’t do anything and feel so helpless. What can I do? Bucky doesn’t love me anymore, maybe he never did.”

There is a knock on your therapists’ door, causing her to frown. “Just a minute, Mrs. Barnes. I wonder who dares to disturb our session.”

“It’s okay,” you give her a soft smile. “I can open it for you, and you can make some more notes.”

“We need to talk,” when you open the door, Bucky stands in front of you, panting heavily, an envelope with papers in his hands. You assume he wants to deliver the divorce papers today, so you nod silently.

“Okay, come in,” defeated you open the door a bit wider to let Bucky inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

You walk toward the couch, holding back the tears while Bucky strips his coat off, tossing it onto the couch, ignoring your therapist completely.

“You need to stop talking to your therapist about me,” he begins. “Y/N, what will happen when she tells anyone about the stuff you told her.”

“I only told her about my doubts, that I feel like a grey mouse,” you sniffle. “There is nothing wrong with it. I try to feel better and get over the fact that I never was pretty or sexy to you.”

Tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob, hating yourself for it. “What the fuck, doll. I gave you time and space, but you’ll not talk about shit with a stranger. I want you to talk to me!”

“About what, Bucky? There is nothing left to say. You want that sexy woman, and I’m going to fade in grey again,” you shrug. “It is what it is.”

“Fade to what?” running one hand down his face Bucky sighs. “Y/N, doll. I was drunk and Natasha asked me if she can stay in the guest room. When I walked into our bedroom she was there, wearing little to nothing.”

“How could you resist a woman like her while having someone like me at home. I’m not-“ your voice cracks when you look down your body.

“I-I’m sorry that I almost had sex with her. I was stupid. We had this fight, and I was weak that night, baby doll,” he crouches down next to you, gently touches your foot. “Look at me, doll. Natasha can’t compare to you.”

“’s okay, Bucky,” you shrug. “Men like you shouldn’t go for girls like me. You belong to Natasha or anyone else but me.”

“Fucking shit, Y/N! Yell at me. Scream. Throw things. Do anything but blame yourself for my infidelity. I was drunk and made out with Natasha. This was not your fault, it was mine, doll,” he runs his hand up and down your leg, tries to make you talk to him.

“I will sign the papers, no problem.”

“Papers? What papers? I got you the photos you wanted of the puppy,” Bucky opens the envelope to place the pictures of one of the puppies you liked onto your lap. “I-you see.”

“Puppies? I don’t understand, Bucky,” sniff, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Y/N, can we not talk about what happened?”

“Mr. Barnes, I’m glad you made it to one of our sessions,” your therapist clears her throat, watches you make space on the couch for your husband. “Why don’t we talk about your problems? Maybe I can help you?”

“OHMYGOD, Bucky,” you giggle, slapping his bare chest while he tries to slip inside of you. “Hey, shouldn’t we do one of those pair therapy exercises?”

“I’m on it, beautiful,” your husband slams into you, ignores you are still sore from your last encounter. Well, you barely made it out of your therapist’s office without fucking the life out of each other. “Aw, you were such a cute shy girl, and I, the big bad mobster just came to the session to help you cope.”

“You’re an asshole,” you pant, cunt already soaked again. “But fuck me, baby. My therapist will be so fucking proud of me for taking the next step.”

“Next step, huh? You went straight to fucking me, Steve, and Sam. That’s not the next step, it’s the ultimate.”

“Yeah, and it was great,” your nails bite into Bucky’s back, leave angry red lines but you don’t care. “I’m gonna lay claim on you again Barnes.”

He growls, hips crashing into yours. “This cunt is mine. No more Sam or Steve,” you hum to yourself, lean back, and decide to just enjoy the ride. “What? Don’t just lie there, doll.”

“I’m tired but want an orgasm. Come on, Buck, work that body,” you grin, watching Bucky move on top of you. “That’s what you wanted. Right? A girl like Dot, who just lies there and takes it.”

“Damnit, doll. Move your body,” he groans when you decide to buck your hips. “More, Y/N. I wanna feel you move your body…”

“So, a second chance?” your therapist asks when you shyly sit on the couch next to Bucky. Oh, how you love to pretend you are not the devil in disguise.

Your red lips curve into a smirk and you wonder if that smart woman will ever find out the truth about you and Bucky.

“Yes, we will go for more sex and fewer puppies,” Bucky grunts, patting your thigh, squeezing it roughly with his metal hand. “Truth is doc; my girl needs a cock more than anything. Sometimes I’ll bring Steve in, to help me fuck her.”

“What?” your therapist stutters, looking at you with wide eyes. “Mr. Barnes!”

“Oh, she loves it, doc. Last time it was an orgy. I watched Steve, Sam and Thor take turns. She was covered in cum and screamed only my name,” Bucky grins like the devil, already patting his hidden gun.

“I-I,” unsure what to say or how to react to such a confession your therapist slowly gets up from your chair. “I think I’ll need fresh air.”

“Sit, doc,” his voice dangerously low now Bucky dips his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Did you think I don’t know you were selling all those nice information my wife gave you to my enemies?”

“Buck,” you sigh. “Don’t kill another therapist. I liked that one—”

“Great, now I must find a new therapist thanks to you,” watching Bucky parade around your bedroom, a smirk plastered all over his face you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Barnes. You killed three of my therapists in not eight years.”

“The first dared to say we should file for divorce. I know he only wanted to get a taste of your pussy,” your husband mutters.

“Yeah, but what about therapist number two? He didn’t do anything wrong, still, the cops knocked on my door not days after his disappearance.”

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bucky snickers. “Maybe Steve didn’t like your therapist blamed him for our failed marriage.” The bastard shrugs. “Or I had to show him no one touches my wife.”

“He didn’t touch shit, Barnes,” you growl, watching Bucky open the door to the bathroom to reveal his next gift to you. “What?”

“May I present to you—” he smirks when a black cat waltzes into the room, “that’s Hades, its soul is as black as yours.”

“Don’t say shit about black cats,” patting the mattress you watch Hades jump onto the bed, purring. “I love black cats.”

“I know, doll,” laughing Bucky sits on the bed to watch you pat the cat.

“This is your last second chance, Barnes. Next time I’ll just kill you...”

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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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Hiiii! CONGRATS on your milestone! You really deserve them and many more! I saw that request were open and would like to request some noncon/yandere Bakugou where if the reader doesn't cum in said time he will let her go and if she does he claims every single hole? Feel free to sprinkle in bdsm I like it all and I'm a masochist ^^

Warning: 18+ content. Sexual intercourse, masturbation, sex toy(s), cursing, yandere tendencies, abuse, noncon, dubcon, degrading, punishment, overstimulation, breeding kink, etc.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much. I love this idea. Yandere is one of my favorite things to write along with bdsm. I’ve actually been thinking of doing a personal one shot like this so I’m happy you requested it. Hopefully it meets what you’re looking for.

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You thought you were so slick, masturbating while the pro-hero was at work. You thought you were so clever buying that vibrator online. It was hidden inside a stuffed animal so when Katsuki glanced over your purchase before hitting submit, he never noticed. He thought it was just another stupid stuffed animal you wanted for your collection.

You kept the toy hidden inside the bear, but once Katsuki left, you unzipped the back to pull out the pleasure device. The amount of orgasms and cum you produced was more than you have in months. This was going to be your little secret and Katsuki will never even think to look. Except, you seem to not have noticed Katsuki had cameras. They are hidden, of course, but they are there.

They saw everything and so did Katsuki.

You’re used to Katsuki coming home in a mood when he had a long day at work and honestly, Katsuki could expect the same out of you. So, when Katsuki arrived home with his usual attitude, you didn’t notice.

“Y/N,” he called as he closed the front door behind him. His work boots were already off and resting by the couch along with his gauntlets, mask, gloves, and any other armor. You jogged over to him, a smile on your face as you approached the man.

“Welcome home, Katsuki!” You greet with enthusiasm, wrapping your arms around his neck and a soft kiss on the cheek. This was no different than your normal act you put on. Katsuki trained you to act this way, after all.

Katsuki’s hands rested on your plump ass, his red eyes clearly not showing the same amount of enthusiasm you held. When your irises met his, your smile dropped into a concern frown.

“Been good while I was away?” He asked as usual.

You nodded, “yes, sir.”

“Is that a lie?” Katsuki interrogated, raising an eyebrow. You started to sweat and tremble within his hold. Sadly, he noticed.

“No, not at all.” You managed to utter out. A little too quick for your own good.

Katsuki chuckled scornfully. “Really? Because,” his fingers reached into the front of your pants to swipe your delicate pussy. You started to become flustered as he pulled out his slick covered fingers, clicking his tongue at his confirmed suspicion. “You’re one wet little girl.”

“I-I,” you stammered, tears welling in your scared eyes. You mentally cursed yourself for not keeping track of the time. You were enjoying time with your new toy when you heard the door unlock and Katsuki call your name. Your whole core is a slick covered mess and Katsuki knows about it.

“Bedroom,” he delivers a hard slap to your ass with one hand while pointing towards the hall with the other, “Now.”

Not pushing your luck, you did as your told. Katsuki was closely behind you, his dark crimson eyes glaring at the back of your skull. You should have known better than to think you were going to get away with this. Now, you have to suffer through whatever punishment Katsuki feelings like handing out tonight.

Walking inside the bedroom, Katsuki examined the room. The only thing out of place was the soaked gray towel laying on the wooden bed frame. You did not have time to hide it. You could lie about the towel, the vibrator? Not so much.

“I-I’m sorry, K-Katsuki.” You whined as he grabbed the towel. He shook his head.

“I’m sure you are. Strip.” He ordered. You did exactly that.

You stood still, the air hitting your soaked cunt. Goosebumps arises on your arms and you shiver slightly. Katsuki eyes your slick covered pussy and thighs.

“Bend over the bed, slut.” Katsuki demands, pointing towards the bed. Tears are streaming down your face as you do as your told. He spreads your legs apart more so your cunt can weep some more. Using the soaked towel, he cleans you up. You let out pathetic apologies and whimpers, but this did not make Katsuki any less angry.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You repeat with a sniffle, hoping he will show you some mercy when he punishes you. You both know he is a merciless man, though. Your apologies are useless.

Giving your ass another hard slap like earlier, you let out a yelp. “Stand up.” Katsuki orders. As expected, you listen. Katsuki retrieves a dry towel from the bathroom and lay it down on the bed. Your heart is racing and you are clearly nervous.

“Lay down on your back.”

You lay down on your back. Katsuki grabbed your wrist and tied rope around it then proceed to attach it to the bedpost. He did the same action with each limb so you are spread eagle on the bed. So many questions raced through your mind. You didn’t dare ask what his cruel mind wanted to do to your exposed body, but his devious smirk and invading gaze did not help you draw good conclusions.

You were too busy in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Katsuki retrieving your teal vibrator. Your eyes grew wide as he shake it in front of your face. All the dots are connecting and now you understand why he is so mad.

“Look familiar?” He chuckled. “Thought you would really get away with it, didn’t you? I’ve done told you I see everything.”

“Katsuki—“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses and pathetic apologies for the rest of the night. You’ve done lied to me more than once. I need to teach your lying ass a lesson.” Katsuki scolds.

Turning the sex toy on the highest setting possible, he lays the vibrator on your sensitive clit. You automatically moan and sob. Katsuki snickers.

“Such a selfish whore. Always want your pussy pleased, but never want to pleasure me in return.” He growls them walks closer to you and grabs your chin so you are forced to meet his gaze. “That changes today. I’ll make you a deal. You don’t cum within,” he gazed at his Rolex then back at you,” ten minutes, I’ll let your ass go. If you cum, though, you are stuck with me for good and I’m going to stuff every hole you got. Deal?”

Not giving you much of an option, you nod. You so desperately want to escape Katsuki. You miss normalcy. You miss your friends and family. You miss the freedoms of being a normal human being. This is your ticket out, you better take it.

Gently slapping your cheek, he smirks. “I’ll come back to check on you in a bit. Have fun, cum loving slut. I’ll have fun stuffing you later.”

You watched as Katsuki left the room. Your moans filled the empty space and your pulsating cunt is already begging for dear release. You struggle against the restraints, panting and whining. You wanted out. Katsuki did not tie the rope gently at all. Even if you were strong, these restraints would be hard to escape from.

What was once enjoyable is now being used as punishment. Regrets seep in. You have already overstimulated your poor pussy today. You are exhausted and all you wanted to do is rest, but the loud vibrations are preventing you from doing so. You attempted to withhold your cum. You wanted to so badly. Not only for a chance of freedom, but you will be dammed if Katsuki fills your holes. You did not want that man’s filthy hands anywhere near you let alone his erected cock.

You did your best to wiggle the device off of your clit, but it was no use as an orgasm arise. Gasp escaped your lips as your pussy cried. Your cum covered your cunt, vibratory, and even squirted onto the bed. You began to feel flustered, but your punishment was not over with. You have several more minutes left and Katsuki does not plan on coming in a minute too early. You will be covered in your own arousal by the time he arrives.

Just like he wanted.

You reached your climax again and again, leaving the towel, sex toy, cunt, and thighs soaked. You’re sweating, panting, and out of moans to release. Another orgasm overcame you when Katsuki walked in. A smug grin was plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you meet your next high. This made it even worse.

“I came just in time. I get to see you be a filthy slut in person.” Katsuki teased. You wanted to glare at him, but your eyes are rolling back and any insult came out as incoherent babbles. Your pussy released more cum much to your dismay and Katsuki’s enjoyment. Embarrassment washed over you as Katsuki came over to pick on you some more.

“You done squirtin’ yet?” He snickered. “You soaked the whole damn bed.”

“Katsuki, please,” you whine and struggle against the restraints, “make it stop.”

“Aw, is someone going to cum again, isn’t she?” Katsuki coo’s, faux sympathy clear in his tone. You shake your head no, but by your lewd faces, he can tell your close again. He glances at your whimpering pussy then back at you. “Yeah, you are. Go ‘head and cum for me. I know you got plenty in there.”

You don’t even have the energy to protest anymore. Any fight you have left has vanished as you release, closing your eyes in the process. Katsuki was sure to watch every moment of it, too.

Katsuki removed the vibrator, turning it off. You let out a sigh of relief, but that relief is short lived once you remember the deal. Katsuki is not going to wait until you are ready to be quote-on-quote ‘stuffed.’ No, he is a man with needs that you agreed to meet if you failed your part. You were doomed from the start, in all honesty. There was no way you were going to succeed and you both knew that.

You were untied, sitting up on the towel. You did not enjoy sitting in your pool of cum, but as usual, you have no say in the matter. Your eyes never left Katsuki as he put back the items. Before putting the sex toy away, he looked at you with the slick covered device in his hand.

“We’re keeping this for future use.” Katsuki smirked. You sigh, regretting even buying the damn thing to begin with. It was only a matter of time until Katsuki got his greedy calloused fingers onto it.

Katsuki returned over to you, looking down at you with disgust. That almost felt worse than the punishment itself. Yes, you hated Katsuki, but somehow, you still craved his approval. You did not like making him unhappy. Your body and bones depended on you making him happy.

“Like sitting in your own filth?” He arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“No.” You answer, bowing your head down in shame.

“Why? Don’t like being reminded how much of a disgusting whore you are?” Katsuki tsk. He has always been the degrading type, but when he is angry and trying to prove a point, he is much worse.

“No.” You replied, whimpering slightly. You refused to look at him, but you know he is enjoying this. He enjoys putting you in your place. He enjoys winning.

Katsuki began taking off the rest of his work clothes. His erected cock is already throbbing from watching you bust everywhere. He may not have been in the room physically, but he sure did enjoy watching you downstairs on the flat screen. He didn’t even need to turn on the sound because your moans traveled down to the living room.

“Get in the position I like you in.” Katsuki instructed. Tears stream down your face. You didn’t want to do it. You’re tired and just the thought of Katsuki putting his length deep within you disturbed you emotionally.

“You deaf or somethin’?” Katsuki growls as he grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. “I said get in the fuckin’ position.”

You scurry to do as your told, Katsuki letting go of your hair so you can do so. Face down, ass up is Katsuki’s favorite position to fuck you in. He loves seeing all of your exposed holes to please and toy with. Call him greedy, but he knows you secretly enjoy it too. At least, that is what he tells himself as he makes you moan out his name.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Katsuki praises as you get into position. He spreads you open more so he can get a nice view of all of you. Your cunt is damp and ready for Katsuki’s length, but he is deciding to be nice. “Which hole you want me to fuck first?”

Neither, you thought.

“Any.” You huffed out, wanting this over with already. Your annoyed tone bought you a hard slap to your ass. You wince in pain.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki.” You cry, instinctively. “My pussy, please.”

Katsuki rubs your ass cheek in approval. His hands hold onto your hips, positioning you the perfect angle to take all of his dick. The tip rest at your weeping entrance then proceeds to slide inside. You cry out in pleasure and pain. No matter how wet you are, no matter how many times Katsuki has sex with you, your cunt will never be able to handle all of his girth. Your tight walls will always hug his length to his enjoyment. Katsuki just can’t get enough.

Katsuki continued his constant rough rhythm, delivering a few slaps to your ass and thighs in the process. He loves seeing your ass bounce as he thrust deep into you. The way you sing him beautiful melodies of moans, groans, and whines just encourages his behavior.

“Katsuki—“ You cry, incoherently, as he hits your ass again.

“What’s the matter? Too much dick for ya?” Katsuki mocks. “Bet that stupid little toy of yours can’t make you feel this good. Look at you, can’t even make coherent sentences. Such a,” he grunts as his dick twitches deep inside you, “dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You grip the bedsheets as Katsuki pushes down on your tailbone to move a slightly different angle. Your breast still bounced though they were pressed against the soaked cotton beneath you. You tried to muffle your moans, but Katsuki will not allow that to happen. He wants to hear you stroke his ego. He wants to be reassured he is making you feel this amazing.

Katsuki continued pumping into your sore cunt until he met his goal. You have no choice but to milk every single drop he has to offer. Once you are nice and full of his cum, he taps your putter thigh.

“Sit up.”

As commanded, you sit up. Your back is pressed against Katsuki’s chest. His hand hugs your neck, squeezing it nicely. You cough slightly, looking up at him.

“Think I better take care of this mouth of yours next. Seems to get you in the most trouble.”

“Please no.” You whisper, more tears falling. Katsuki releases your throat, now holding your chin, and brushes them away with his thumb.

“Don’t want me to stuff your dirty little mouth, hm?”

“I’ll be good, Katsuki.” You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, doing your best to sound small. He liked when you sound weak. “I promise.”

“Y’know better than to make promises you can’t keep. You’ve broken several of them already. Be a good girl for me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Katsuki.”

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denjiholic · 3 years

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euphoria || bottom gojo x reader NSFW

✎ summary: when gojo wears a bunny girl suit and you’re unable to control yourself

✎ pairing: bottom gojo x fem! reader

✎ warnings/tags: NSFW, explicit content, bottom! gojo, brat! gojo, pegging, sex toys, overstimulation, dom/sub, rough sex, dacryphilia, rough sex, multiple sex positions, doggy style, riding, masturbation, exhibitionism

✎ word count: 2.3k

“so, how do I look?”

you take a moment to really look at him, soaking in the sight of the white haired man sitting on the bed in front of you. his legs are crossed, flaunting the fishnet tights that cover the skin on his calves and thighs. his torso is covered in a slick black bodysuit, the material exposing his ass and chest. the sweet little cherry on top however, is the bunny ears that stem from the headband tucked into his tousled hair.

he uncrosses his legs, and you lay eyes on his erection pushing against the material covering his crotch.

“are you turned on by yourself?”

“well who wouldn’t be, just look at me” he grins, “you can’t confidently tell me, that this outfit doesn’t make you want to fuck me.”

honestly, you couldn’t tell him that. not truthfully at least. the tight bodysuit flattered his lean yet toned figure in a way that made you feel hot with arousal. and his stupid expression, that fucking expression, full of smugness and confidence. you just wanted to wipe it clean off, replacing it with one of pure bliss and overstimulation. his eyes glimmer, taunting you with the possibility of him completely submitting to you and your body. letting you take control for the night, and fucking him until he couldn’t breathe.

“why are you staring?”, he teases, “do i look like that much of a slut?”

he leans forward, batting his white eyelashes, trying to draw a flustered response out of you.

you move closer towards him, extending your hand to tilt his chin up, forcing his face to meet yours. his skin is warm to the touch, eager and ready for you.

“yeah, you do look like a slut” his blue eyes gaze into your own with an issued challenge.

“so fuck me like i am one”, he whispers.

your fingers trace over his bulge, ghosting the fabric. keeping his head tilted up to face you, you listen to his breath hitch. while you lightly rub his cock through the bodysuit material, his eyelids flutter shut.

he begins to breathe heavier, letting his head fall back from your hand.

grabbing a hold of his face, you stop jerking him off.

“keep your eyes on me”, you command.

he smiles at your dominating tone, “someone’s getting bold.”

even though he felt the need to throw in a brazen remark, he follows your instruction, maintaining eye contact with you as you put your hand back onto his erection.

as you start to rub him once more through the fabric, you can feel his dick twitch. once his hips start to stutter up into your hand, you pull away, leaving him looking at you with frustration.

“why’d you stop?”

“you were going to make this lovely outfit dirty...” you smile and caress his face, “guess we’ll just have to take you out of it then.”

he grins smugly, “are you asking me to strip?”

“maybe.”

“you want to see me naked that badly? i didn’t think you’d be so desperate.”

brushing your thumb on his cheek you sigh, “shut up and undress yourself.”

before taking the suit off, he slowly caresses his body, keeping eye contact with you. his hand will occasionally rub his hardness beneath the fabric, but he mostly strokes the rest of his skin, an active attempt to tease you. whatever he’s doing is working however, as you can feel your underwear dampen. he slowly starts to unzip the suit, letting it fall to expose his bare chest underneath.

“putting on a show?”

he winks, completely removing the fabric.

“you know I always do.”

without the bodysuit, all that’s left is his dick pressed up against the fishnets. when he releases his cock from the tights, you can see it hit his stomach, smearing precum onto his abdomen.

he sits on the bed with a longing look in his eyes, awaiting your next order. luckily, you have it ready.

“touch yourself.”

“gladly”, he grins.

as he slowly starts to palm himself he lets out a shaky breath. he runs his fingers up and down his cock, playing with the tip gently while you watch him.

his head falls back, breaking the eye contact between you once again, as he lets out a soft moan.

he’s deliberately taking his time getting himself off, determined to fully show you how dirty he could be.

he truly does look like a slut. his body is bare aside from the bunny ears, collar, and the fabric cuffs around his wrists. eyes shut in concentration and euphoria, he’s gorgeous. with his hand moving up and down his length, he tries to delay his orgasm.

“y’know..”, he huffs, “i would enjoy it a lot more if i got to actually finish inside you.”

“too good for your own hand?”

“only when it comes to you.”

his fleeting proposal of dominating you is cut short however, as he suddenly releases onto his bare chest.

“shit, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“look at that, you’ve made quite the mess on yourself.”

smiling, you ask, “need some help cleaning it off?”

he smiles back, nodding his head. you get to your knees in front of him, and start licking the cum off his skin. he twitches when your tongue first makes contact with his stomach, tracing up his torso. lapping up the remainder off of his dick, you can hear his breathing get shallow.

“don’t taunt me like that”, he says shakily.

once he’s all clean, you get up to meet his lips for a kiss. he whines when your tongue enters his mouth, and you can feel his hand move down to wrap around his cock. when he starts to stroke it you pull away from him, and restrict his wrist.

“well, someone's needy..”

“if you’re not going to fuck me, i can damn well do it myself.”

“poor thing.”

he lets out a frustrated whine as you turn your back to him.

“sit here and be a good boy while i get a few things, okay?”

nodding his head, he stays put on the bed, while you venture into your closet.

after retrieving what you need, you show him what you’ve grabbed.

“if i'm being honest, i would have preferred a different color.”

he’s referring to the purple dildo in your hand, eyeing it, as well as you, with caution.

“lie down for me”

complying, he lies down on the bed, and sticks his hips in the air. he wiggles them slightly, teasing you playfully.

his carefree attitude is thrown away however, as you start to lube him up. gojo lets out a sharp inhale as he starts to feel one of your slick fingers start to enter his tight ass. after he’s squirming enough, you put in a second finger, slowly stretching and preparing his hole for you.

unable to resist the temptation to hear more whimpers come out of his mouth, you start to thrust your fingers in and out of his ass. his pale back arches, and he grips the soft material of the bedsheets, as you hit his prostate.

more whimpers leave his lips as you give his ass a gentle slap. he’s fucking himself onto your fingers now, desperately searching for release.

his body shudders when his cum spills onto the sheets.

“shit”, he groans.

looking at the trembling man beneath you, you coo, “you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“fuck you.”

picking up the strap on, you lie down and start to insert one end into yourself. gojo watches impatiently, yearning to feel you inside him. he whimpers as you let out contented sighs, the dildo filling you up just right. patting your lap, you gesture for him to get on top of you.

he’s about to put the strap into his tight hole when you halt him.

“suck it a little first”

in a hurry to get fucked, he positions himself in front of the dildo. he starts licking up the sides, not stopping until saliva has fully covered its length. once he suffices it’s wet enough, he takes it into his mouth, inch by inch. gojo has no shame, letting the strap on repeatedly hit his throat until he’s gagging, tears pricking at his long white lashes. you watch his head bow up and down, desperately trying to get your permission and approval.

“good boy, that’s enough”, you hum.

you pull his mouth off, admiring the strings of spit that connect from his tongue to the dildo.

“i’m going to need you to use those strong legs of yours to ride me, okay?”

his blue eyes spark with excitement, enthused to be able to have the satisfaction of another orgasm.

as you guide the strap into his hole, he curses, feeling the full length and width bottom out inside him.

he starts to grind down his hips, struggling to move his legs at the proper angle. Deciding to help him out, you thrust up to hit his sensitive spot, aiding him in his pursuit of pleasure.

the tip of his dick is flushed and leaking with precum, his body practically begging to be used.

when your fingers graze his nipples, his back arches suddenly, and a stifled cry fills the room.

“something wrong?”, you tease.

he doesn’t even bother with a comeback, his body too overwhelmed with the strap on dragging across his walls.

with each bounce on your length, the bunny ears on his headband flop and shake.

gojo knows just how lewd he looks, as he makes a conscious effort to show the pleasure he’s receiving through his facial expression, truly leaning into the submissive role.

choked sounds fall from his lips as he cums onto his stomach for the second time that night. his eyes roll back as he shakes on top of your thighs.

you smile at his exaggerated look, saying, “you really have to do the most every time, don’t you?”

he lets out a shallow laugh, still out of breath from his orgasm.

“i’m just trying to fit the part”

“if you really want to do that, then lie down ass up on the bed for me”

his eyes widen, “but I just-”

stroking his cheek, you whisper, “now, please”

he whimpers, but does what he’s told, climbing off of you and getting on his hands and knees.

after getting behind him, you start to slide the dildo in once more.

“take it easy please”, he pleads.

you laugh, knowing full well his request has fallen on deaf ears.

“oh really? i thought you liked it rough..”

once you start thrusting into him, he quickly muffles a moan into the mattress. his fists desperately grip the bed sheets, searching for stability. arching his back, he brings his hips back to meet your own, each thrust from your pelvis met with the skin on the globes of his ass.

soon after you start thrusting he releases his seed onto the bed. you can tell that by now he’s unable to hold out for very long, the relentless torturing of his prostate too much to handle.

you don’t allow him any rest however, and continue fucking him with force.

his knuckles have practically turned white from gripping the bed, and he begins to sob into the sheets. even as he cries and begs for you to slow down, he rubs his cock against the bedding, desperate to feel more friction.

the shared strap feels good inside you as well, but you’re more heavily focused on gojo’s pleasure and reactions. he’s only come four times, yet he’s close to being completely, and euphorically, fucked out.

his chest stutters with each choked hiccup, as you pound into him. after letting him dry his eyes onto the bed, you grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back, determined to let his tears stream down his face.

he moans and whines pathetically, reaching climax once again. keeping up this process, you never give him a break, letting him reach completion repeatedly. by now, his cock is worn out and oozing onto the bed, the collar and cuffs that came with the bunny suit are damp with his sweat.

he looks like he’s almost in pain when he cums once more, with the way his body shudders, and his desperate cries as you fuck him.

with a firm grip on his white hair, you tug at his head, using him as a support while you thrust.

“fuck fuck fuck, please, oh god”, he moans.

panting like a bitch in heat, his bright blue eyes look glossy, wonderfully accompanying his rosy flushed face and cheeks.

“m’gonna cum again”, he mumbles, almost completely incapable of speaking.

you push deeper and harder, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth. feeling his body twitch and shake, you can tell he’s on the brink of having his strongest climax of the night.

he moans loudly, white eyelashes heavy with thick tears. his tongue falls out of his mouth, spilling drool down his chin and onto the bed. eyes rolling back in pure bliss, he’s unable to feel anything other than you fucking him silly, and the hard orgasm that fills his entire body with pure ecstasy.

once he’s done, you slow down your thrusts to a final stop, eventually pulling out.

limbs no longer able to support his position on all fours, he collapses onto the bed, and you watch his body spasm and tremble as he sobs into the sheets. you smooth the hair stuck to his forehead, and stroke his face, coaxing him down his high.

referring to the sweat and cum that reside on his chest and body, you coo, “look at you, such a little mess.”

after taking a few shallow breaths, he says, “you gonna use your tongue to clean me up?” his voice is hoarse, vocal chords obviously strained from the busy night.

you laugh, surprised he still has the ability to fight back.

“you wish.”

you head to the bathroom to wet a damp towel, and once you return to the bed he has his eyes shut.

“are you seriously asleep?”, you ask.

“yes.”

shaking your head, you start to wipe off his chest. he sighs contentedly, more than happy to simply lay back and get taken care of by you.

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