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honey-flustered · 1 year

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You’re Not The Boss Of Me (MDNI +18)

Dom!Eddie Munson x Bratty!Sub!Reader

Summary: After showing your true colors to Eddie, you use this to your advantage, being as bratty as you can to get a rise out Eddie. But understand that how ever mean you are to him only allows him to be just as mean…maybe even more.

A/N: this was in my drafts for some long and now im just deciding to release it even though it’s not exactly what how I wanted it. I’m continuing to have issues revising my work over and over and never publishing so i figured i’d let this go. First part is in reader’s POV then of course goes in second POV. A sequel to Come Again

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: smut, established relationship, hinted bully!eddie, mean!reader, mean!eddie, dom/sub dynamics, fake nice!reader, panty fetish, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, cum eating, handjob, some ass/body worship, reader and eddie are in love but f*d up, tattoo artist!eddie, reader has piercings (nipple play)

Power comes in all forms and positions. Even if you’re a submissive. You’d probably look at someone like me, seemingly so sweet and docile, and think “Awww, she doesn’t have not an evil bone in her body.” But that’s what we, “good girls”, want you to do: underestimate us. That’s what makes us so powerful because eventually we get what we want.

Here’s where I was able to exercise my power with my dear boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Two weeks ago, I was able to break through to his innocent act with me. Call it great minds thinking alike but we’ve both held up this facade of being good when around each other because of the shame to act on our most carnal desires. But quiet mouths don’t get fed and, frankly, I had enough. So I called him out on his shit.

“You’re vanilla as FUCK.” I said.

And that moment truly became the beginning of what’s become of our relationship today:

Two sick fucks who enjoy getting a rise out of each other.

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Oh, the power you get from being a pampered brat in public and treated like a whore in bed. It was the best of both worlds and Eddie sure knows how to treat a lady. With him, you could truly be the mean bitch you’d hoped to be. Of course, this was only behind closed doors as you still could see the benefits of being a good girl in everyone else’s eyes. Only Eddie got to see your true nature. You’re a bitch and you made it evident that you didn’t care and it actually got you off being one to Eddie. This was fine, though. He loved it, too. In return, he gets a succubus disguised as a sweet beauty in his arms to dominate as he pleases.

You’d like to think the power’s evenly distributed amongst the two of you. You’re both unfiltered, whorish, and wicked. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship of sexual energy.

At times, you feel like Eddie’s giving you a run for your money as his wickedness proves to outweigh your own. The annoying pervert. He really likes to tease past the point of suffering and what’s worse…he still hasn’t fucked you yet. You were so sure that he’d give in by now after the nights you’ve shared but it never goes beyond second base. Even when you’ve put on your ‘bitch girl pants’ and laid down some rules.

Oh, well. If you don’t get to drain his balls, the least you can do is drain his pockets.

“What do you think of this dress?” You say, twirling around in the mirror in front of you. Currently, you were both in the dressing room of a French boutique. You’ve been shopping all day, hopping from store to store. Eddie’s clearly impatient but he takes it like the good boyfriend he is.

“I think this is the one,” He says, low on energy. “You look hot.”

“I’d like some more poetic-ness to your words.”

“Okay,” He raises to his feet, gripping your hips from behind. “Then, you’re as fucking hot as a thousand suns.”

“I know right,” You beam then quickly wave him away from your personal space. “Buy it for me.”

He examines the price tag attached to the seam of the dress then looks up at you with a deadpan stare. He’s followed you store to store like a mindless zombie all day, receiving zero affection from you and now you’re looking to buy a dress for an even higher amount. If he hadn’t been so distracted by watching your sexy ass try on all these clothes that accentuate your curves, he’d have called it quits long ago. The only thing he held onto was that you’d eventually reward him with your touch in return.

“This would cost me my entire dealer’s earnings for the week!” He exclaims.

“Yeah, but you have that check coming in for the tattoo shop. You’ll only be poor— for what— a day. You want to keep me happy, don’t you? Then you’ve gotta fund your popular angel girlfriend’s expensive lifestyle. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal! I’ve bought you plenty of dresses throughout the week and you haven’t even worn some of them.”

“And you’re still complaining like you always do.” You say while rolling your eyes.

“You may not be a good girl anymore but I’m going to make it my mission to correct this little behavior of yours.”

“What? You’ll spank me again? You don’t get to touch me unless I get what I want. We have rules for this relationship. Unhappy girlfriend = blue balled boyfriend. But if you’d have just fucked me already maybe I wouldn’t be such a bitch. You scared you’ll cum in one stroke or something?”

“Actually, I’m scared you’ve got teeth down there and, with your personality, it doesn't seem that far fetched.”

“Say what you will but I’ll always be Hawkins’ sweetheart. Even being in a relationship with you couldn’t tarnish that image sadly. Ah, well,” You remove the dress, now in your underwear as you begin dressing in your own clothes again. “Being good has its perks nonetheless.”

“How long do you think that’ll last? What do you think your friends will think of you when I show them all the naughty little footage I have of you in my camcorder? I’m sure they’d love to hear how much Hawkins’ sweetheart loves choking on the freak’s giant cock.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Depends on my mood. But don’t be sad, you might find out how envious your friends are of you now that you’re with someone like me. I did rock a lot of worlds.”

“You’re disgusting.” You hiss with slightly hidden jealousy for the very fact that he’s slept with other girls. But why not you?

“Maybe I can get you the dress but I’ll want to do something in return.”

“Everything is so transactional with you.”

“Look who’s talking.” He scoffs.

“If you were to simply buy me shit without expecting anything in return, would it really be transactional?” You retort.

“Are you going to accept my terms or not?”

You stare at the hot pink tube dress in your hands. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Let me give you a wedgie.”

“Are you legit high right now? That’s so idiotic, it’s almost comatose inducing. Why?”

“Because it’d be really funny.”

“I’m wearing really expensive underwear right now that costs more than those shoes you’re wearing. Like hell would I let you tear at them.”

“Then, you can forget the deal.”

“Exploitation is what you’re doing. People wouldn’t take kindly to those who participate in such things.”

“Good thing I’ve never been known to care what people think of me.”

He’s right. He’s never given a fuck. That’s what makes him so terrifying… and so very hot.

“Alright,” You pout. “But when I say ‘stop’, your hands should be off me.”

Turning your back to Eddie, you wait for Eddie to begin. He studies the bedazzled words written on the back of your pants of your matching pink tracksuit: “Princess”. He rolls his eyes at this. Could you be any more predictable?

Your thong peeks out at the top of the low rise pants as a style that you’d adopted just enough to show the public the color of your underwear. Also pink.

“A pink goddamn fanatic.” Eddie thinks to himself.

Your jacket is a crop top, exposing the new belly ring piercing Eddie had done for you when you asked via your rebellious stage. Then there’s your silky smooth back that you plan for him to tattoo a tramp stamp onto the lower section. It’s so much skin. Too much skin exposed but he doesn’t mind how you dress. After all, he can fight and honestly he loves seeing you show yourself off while men envy him for obtaining you.

Eddie tugs on the sides of your pants, accessing just enough of your underwear for the top globes of your ass to peek out as well. He bites his lips to keep in a groan, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. His cock is semi-hard and he makes sure to keep his hips at a safe distance so she doesn’t realize his game.

“Bend a little.” He says, voice hoarse from arousal.

You obey, having a slight arch in your back. Massaging the peeked out globes of your ass, he can’t help but to close the gap between your bodies. Your ass was just so soft and round in his hands.

“Hey! You can’t touch me like that unless you get me what I want!” You attempt to wriggle from his grasp but a large hand fists whatever little piece of fabric your underwear has, stilling you.

With a free hand, he smacks your ass causing you to let out a soft whimper. He grinds his cock into the side of your thigh, humping into you like a dog in heat.

Eddie lets out quiet moans in your ear, tugging on your underwear hard after each moan he lets out like following a rhythm. “Unh, ugh, fuck. You’re so damn pretty.”

You grow wet with each tug. The panty strip in the front slips between your labia, rubbing harshly against the clitoris. How embarrassing that you might actually cum from this. He’ll laugh and tease you for sure once you do.

Maybe you should take some power back and make him whimper so you sway your ass a little which earns you another smack on another cheek.

“I didn’t say you could move.” He growls.

Then, you felt it. His bare cock rubbing between the plush globes of your ass, the back thong strip wrapped around the base for further friction.

“Eddie, no. Please…” You put a hand behind you, placing it on the ‘v’ of his abdomen to halt his actions.

“Move it.” He threatens.

“No.” You say defiantly only to shift into a whining hum, when he takes both of your wrists in his hands to pull behind you and brings them beneath the band of your panties. With your hands cupped in a perfect tubular shape, he uses them to jack himself off. You tighten your grip around him, taking control.

“You’re so good with your hands. Why would I need to fuck your greedy little pussy if these could get me off just as good?”

“Unh, fuck…you.”

“Is that always on your mind?” He chuckles.

You're clenching around nothing, knowing that friction on your clit will not be enough to satisfy the aching between your legs. This was purely for his own twisted pleasure but you enjoy it despite priding yourself to be a selfish person.

“I’m so close, princess. Gonna cum all over your pretty hands, your sexy back, and this tight little ass.” He groans.

“Oh god.” You whine, throbbing profusely at his words. You were so close, too.

He notices your hardening nipples poking through your thin jacket and pinches one between his fingers, while the other steadies your hips as he grinds himself into you. You whine almost as if you’re in pain even though he’s not pulling on them roughly. Lowering the zipper to your jacket and one cup of your bra, he pulls out your breast revealing a newly pierced nipple…that he hadn’t pierced. He pulls your hair, lifting your head enough so that you can see his angered expression through the mirror.

“What the fuck is this?” He slaps your breast and you cry out.

“None of your business. It’s not like you’ll do anything about—oh shit!” You scream out as he continues to pull and pinch around the stainless bar. They were so sensitive even after two weeks.

“You're doing things without my knowledge now.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“You’re right,” He laughs darkly then pulls so harshly on your underwear you swear you felt the fabric go up inside your core. “I’m not your boss, I’m your master. So go on and beg for master’s cum.”

“I don’t want you to cum on me.” You mewl, knowing you desperately wanted him to.

“I know you want it, slut,” He growls in your ear. “You want daddy’s cum dripping all over you. To getchu all nice and sticky. Hm? That what you want, pretty girl?”

“Yes, please master,” You give in. “I want you to fucking cum all over me and my slutty ass.”

He cups a hand under your chin from behind, stroking faster into your jerking hands. “That fucking filthy mouth of yours will get you into big trouble someday.”

“Shut up and cum for me already. I wanna taste you.”

“Aw, shiiiit,” He’s getting close but he needs to make you cum. Partly because he loves getting you off and another part is because he knows you’ll give him grief if he doesn’t. “Want you to cum, too, princess.”

He pulls hard on your underwear, using an up and down motion to frantically rub against your sensitive nub and your orgasm takes you by surprise. Your mouth flies open and he slaps a hand over it to keep you from screaming and alerting the staff as he nurses you through your orgasm. The mirror image of you cumming along with your writhing against him triggers his orgasm, cumming hard and seeing stars.

He gropes your hips with both hands, the rings on his fingers bite into your skin as he gives his final thrusts. You feel spurts of his cum everywhere soaking through your underwear as well. You feel a tension between your legs then a release. He’d torn your underwear off your body.

“What the f—-“ You began but Eddie shoves a middle finger coated in his cum into your mouth. Your fury dissipates for a moment as you suck on it earnestly like you would his cock, your skillful tongue tracing over the engraved silver of his ring. The salty-sweet taste of him elicits a satisfied hum from you.

“That’s it. Just like that. Just like how your Master taught you.” He coos, petting your hair. When he senses you getting carried away, he pulls his finger out with a wet ‘pop’. The glistening finger held up to his face so he can study it, making sure you suck it off clean.

“Um, Eddie, your cum is starting to get cold. Can you please clean me off? Also, I’m pretty sure we were loud enough for us to get a few stares the moment we leave this dressing room.”

“I’m sure we turned a lot of people on, too.” He says before putting a finger to his lips so that you can quiet down and focus on the shuffling and thudding going on in the dresser beside yours. Your mouth drops in shock and he laughs.

Eddie lifts the torn underwear in his hands, bringing them to his nose to inhale. God, you’re intoxicating. It’s a wonder for Eddie to have gone this long without burying his cock deep within you. But he enjoys torturing you, hanging it over your head despite it being torturous on his end as well. Somehow your suffering far outweighed any pain he felt. He wants you sobbing for his cock even more than you did two weeks ago. He doesn’t care when or where it happens. You will beg for his cock.

Using the torn fabric, he cleans up his mess then helps you fix your hair and adjust your prim and proper appearance as if nothing had happened. Eddie tends to himself last, tucking his third leg back into his jeans. In the corner of his eye, he could see you watching him and the bulge. You play it off, helping him fix himself when you were really looking to get another glance at his anaconda.

“So…about the dress…”

“What dress?” He smirks.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Munson. I want my dress. You said that you'd buy them if I did this.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I said ‘maybe’.” He retorts.

You seethe, feeling so angry that steam could shoot out of your ears. “You’re a dick.” You turn to leave when he grabs your wrist and pulls you against him.

“I was just teasing you, sweetness. I would’ve gotten you the dress even if you didn’t go through with it. But it’s so much more fun that you did.” He smacks your ass and you let out a small gasp.

“You’re the best,” You litter his face with multiple kisses, your lipstick staining his skin all over. You kiss the corner of his mouth and it makes him hungry to feel your lips on his but he doesn’t pry. “While you’re buying my hot dress, I’m going to the van to rest my aching feet. I had a loooong day.”

You pat his back, unaware of Eddie staring angrily at you once again at your oblivion to his situation.

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theblueflower05 · 11 months

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Listen…I’m not normally into sub males but the way you wrote sub neteyam was so hot omfg I can’t wait for more but the dynamic between the two?? AHHHHHH I can’t wait I will be tuning in…like we need more alpha women and omega men irl 🫣

FOR ONE IM SO SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT.

I was a little worried that the fandom wouldn’t be down because we all love Dominant Neteyam, which like. Me too. Forsure-

But there’s something about Subby!Neteyam that just does it for me.

Subby Neteyam who feels comfortable enough with you to whine for what he wants. He’s always been the oldest. Has taken on all of that weight and responsibility.

You don’t even know if he even knew how to ask for what he wanted before the two of you started your relationship.

He doesn’t like to complain. Will bite the bullet and keep it moving(hell, one time he walked around with a fractured collarbone for a week before his Grandma sat him down with flailing arms. Stupid boy! Doesn’t it hurt!?)

But with you?

Oh he’s such a sweetheart.

He feels comforted and safe. He knows you’ll always take care of him- and better yet. That you enjoy it.

You get off on babying him.

You tell him he deserves it, and after a while- he starts to believe it himself.

*Subby Neteyam who lets you rebraid his hair. Sitting between your tighs with his back to your chest. Shivering as you run your nails over his tender scalp. Melting back into you and essentially falling asleep in your lap as you work on his hair.

*Subby Neteyam who gets a little shy when you love on him in public. He’s okay with minor PDA(hand holding, hugs) but you will walk up to him and wrap your arms around his middle. You don’t care who’s around, you just wanna be skin to skin at all times. You’ll tone it down if he really wants you to. He never really wants you to.

*Subby Neteyam who craves comfort. He doesn’t like to hurt alone. After a long day, or when something traumatic happens. He not only wants to be held, but wants to hold you too. He wants to be as close as possible

*Subby Neteyam who’s love language is Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation- yet all he’s ever known how to do or receive is Acts of Service.

You promise him that he’ll never have to stretch himself thin to try to appease you.

*Subby Neteyam who felt weird asking for what he wanted in the beginning- but will now beg you. For your attention. For your kisses. For your knot. He’s a brat- he knows you love it when he begs.

*Subby Neteyam who refuses to be a pillow princess. Yeah, you can be in charge. But he can’t sit still. If your giving him head, or eating him out he’s fucking your face. If your riding him, his hips are snapping to meet yours. He chases both of your pleasure needily.

*Subby Neteyam who wakes you up with his head between your legs. He’s lapping at your puffy clit and fingering you- groaning as he feels your knot deep inside start to tighten around his digits.

Only once your awake does he grin, mouth all wet, and mount you. Pushing into you with little mewls. He wanted it so bad.

*Subby Neteyam who needs to scent you. Every morning. He needs everyone to remember that you’re his.

*Subby Neteyam who finally learns how to lay healthy boundaries with his family after being with you. You encourage them and support him in anyway he needs. You don’t push him. You just let him figure out what he is truly comfortable with

You bite your tongue even though you want to CHEW jakes head off whenever he plays that”your the older brother” guilt trip bullshit on your mate.

I could literally go in and on. I love Omega Nete he has my WHOLE HEART💘

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #bottom neteyam #omega neteyam #aged up neteyam #minors do not interact

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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Hiiiiiiiii !!! First hello glad your reading this, wanted to say, you write absolutely amazing! Love it.

This is a request, hope your interested.

Can you write Chubby Reader x Larissa. Where Reader and Larissa are married and by Larissa efforts ( unprotected shape-shifted sex ) reader gets pregnant. While there’s a parents meeting in the school, (students knows that pregnant Reader & Larissa are married with a baby on there way, parents don’t know.) a single student’s father begins to flirt and try to seduce a 6 month pregnant Reader thinking she’s single. Larissa turns passive aggressive and manages to run the single father away, and showing everyone who Reader belongs too by wrapping a hand around Reader’s swollen middle and resting a hand on Reader beautiful baby bump. In the night in the privacy of their bedroom, Larissa shape-shifted cock pounds Reader’s needy wet cunt, to show her who she belongs to, while gently grasping Reader’s baby bump on her hands and moaning about how gorgeous reader is by being pregnant with her child and how she will keep reader always pregnant. (Can you put Heavy breeding kink, mommy kink, doggy position, cock warming.)

Bump 18+

*Authors note~ i couldn’t seem to fit cock warming in their im sorry! This is one of my favourite tropes though I had a blas writting it*

Trigger warnings~ heavy breeding kink, mommy kink dom l sub r pregnant r shifted dick praise kink worship? Oc jake mentioned

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Marrying Larissa Weems is nothing short of a dream come true, but carrying her child? Out of this world. By the gift Larissa was bestowed with you were blessed with a beautiful baby girl that you we're currently six months pregnant with. Your little Arwen Saige would be here soon, the students of Nevermore were all buzzing at the prospect of a new arrival, they even went as far to throw a little baby shower last weekend. It was adorable and such a surprise for you and Larissa. You'd have to remember to thank Enid for that day.

This weekend was parent's weekend so you made sure to adorn a lose fitting dress to conceal your beautiful bump just enough to make it slightly less noticeable to the parents. It went smoothly at the start, parents weren't really taking much notice of the potions teacher, Larissa did her speech before settling down at the table with you and some students who's parents didn't come to see them. It was sad but some of the students had been at this very same table since their first year and had got use to the disappointment but some were new and fresh faced, and struggling to understand what was happening now. The look of abandonment fresh in their eyes alongside poorly hidden tears.

When it came to mingling you were immediately caught in a conversation with Jakes dad about how his grades were poor. Truly he should be doing better than he was but he was a very complicated young man and you knew his mental health was struggling. He mentioned the recent death of his late wife and how Jake needed a mother figure. Jake did nothing but rave about you and apparently that made you a prime candidate.

Larissa couldn't help herself, she noted the way he looked at you. Her wife. Like you were free and claimable, you were not. You are hers. She immediately came to stand behind you and place her hands on your baby bump, moving the clothing to show the bump more defined. A simple kiss to your cheek, and a gentle rub to the bump as Arwen kicked her other mothers hand. With a sickly sweet smile, Larissa managed to tear you away from his preying eyes, guiding you away with her hands on your bump showing everyone who's you both were.

The rest of the day went smoothly, you sticking with Larissa as she placed her hand on your stomach whenever she could, a soothing measure. As soon as you both retired to your bedroom Larissa was on you instantly, her lips making home on your neck and leaving purple blemishes in their wake. "Ris" you whined tilting your head back to give her more skin to work on. You're pregnancy hormones had been wild recently, alongside cravings. But this, the need to be taken by her over and over again. An insatiable desire for her to help you. "Ris please please I need you" you whimpered with need as you moved her hand off the bump and to your needy core as best as as you could do. "Okay darling, I know love. Mommy's gonna fix it baby, gonna stuff your needy cunt with cum until it can't hold anymore" she purred while shifting her anatomy.

"Mommy" you mewled feeling it pressing into your body as she tore through the clothing creating a barrier between both of you. That was how you found yourself on your back Larissa mercilessly pounding into your absolutely soaked cunt walls. One hand on the mattress to hold herself up while the other hand caressed where Arwen laid. Her mouth working on showering your swelling breasts with love and attention, taking extra care as you were feeling sensitive these days. "Mommy! God mommy I god fuck" you whimpered as the head of her dick bumped against your cervix repeatedly.

"God, the way you're gripping me darling, can't wait to fill you up with my cum. You're so beautiful like this. All round and full of our child. Gonna stuff you full with my cum. You're always gonna feel me inside you baby. Gonna keep you pregnant with my children forever. God these breasts, the way they got bigger as you prep for our Awren" she panted and moaned with the labour of her thrusts. With your heightened sensations due to your hormones, it wouldn't take much more to having the coil snapping and throwing you into pools of ecstasy. The same process happened time and time again in different positions, Larissa’s favourite was you on your hands and knees as she supported your bump.

You came with her hand caressing your stomach as your fluttering walls clamped down around her shaft which triggered her own climax. Larissa's warm white spurts of cum painting your walls white. One thing pregnancy had done for you meant your orgasms were that much more overwhelming now but also you became sensitive quicker. "Mommy, no more please no more" you whined causing Larissa to hush you as she worked you both down and cleaned you both up. Truthfully she could've gone round after round with you but not wanting to hurt you or Arwen she happily settled between your legs to place sweet little kisses on your bump. "Hi baby girl, mommy loves you wen wen, so so much. You're gonna be the most beautiful baby every darling, gonna take after your momma."

Arwen choose that moment to kick you stomach, where Larissa's lips had just pressed. "Oh you cheeky little monkey. "We love you so much Wen now you be a good girl and not keep momma up tonight my darling" she murmured before she gave your daughter one more kiss goodnight. "Ris?" You whimpered, "I uh um I'm craving orange sorbet." Larissa chuckled and moved to grab a cover, "right away my queen, we must give our princess what she requires."

Word count~ 1205

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m4g3114n1c · 26 days

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You have my attention. Don’t waste it.

Midas (Fortnite) x Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW!, explicit, pretty raunchy 🥰, AFAB Reader, Established Relationship, Smut, Aftercare, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Backshots, WHO WANT BACKSH💔TS??, Porn With Plot, slight plot, Creampie, degradation kink, Spanking, Midas is kinda sadistic, Mild BDSM themes, Unsafe Sex, Light Sadism, Dom/sub Undertones, CROSS-POSTED

im back also im writing a smut prequel to all this bs with slight plot into what the reader and Midas’ relationship was, so next thing I write is going to be intern reader x boss/ceo Midas

jus a warning he’s not going to be like he is now and is strictly about sex and no feelings he’s kinda cold guys 😞 but leaning more about sub/dom next part

You and Midas knew it felt appropriate to separate yourselves from each other for now. He needed to focus on this, you weren’t really helping him focus. As smart and useful as you were, it was far too difficult for him to have you in the room with him.

An apt Midas was working away on the monitor already on the desk, and trying to keep himself focused with contacting his team properly after being gone for so long.

Every now and then, he’d spare a quick glance to the side where the large window had displayed you outside. You were relaxing with a two piece bikini on, with no motivations to even dip in the water.

He figured you were just sunbathing. His suspicions did grow, however, on what your true intentions were with wearing that because you sat right next to the window where he’d be.

You sat on the sofa instead of the area where the group of beach chairs were, designed for that kind of thing. He considered that, possibly, you liked how more cushioned and comfortable it was.

In spite of all his conjecture, he knew you wanted him to be tempted. Beguiled, he might say to your successful attempts at making him shy his attention away from his work.

Now, you might as well be in the same room as him right now because he absolutely could not keep his eyes off.

After a few failed attempts at working, he blankly stared ahead. His eye caught the bed, which was now tidy and made, prior to the events yesterday. Well shit. The peaceful and clean bed only made him think about you pleading for more under you the other day. That didn’t help with progressing more in his work.

Midas glanced outside again, to which you had now placed your sunglasses on. You leaned over as you were sat up on the sofa, thoroughly spreading what seemed to be sunscreen. He felt like he was eyeing his prize if he got to finish his work.

Sitting outside, you could feel just how Midas’ gaze was locked in on you while still separated from the thick glass; his stare making the glass separating you both deemed useless.

He looked pissed in a way, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth tightly pressed in a tight line; the thought of him pissed at you turned you on a bit.

It was amusing seeing somebody who is usually locked in on his work a lot of the time get distracted by something tiny like his girlfriend wearing a bikini.

While you smeared sunscreen on yourself, your legs, your arms, the sun immediately caught against it which in turn made Midas look at you like pure gold, his most prized treasure.

You placed the sunscreen back on the table, picking up your book and reading where you left off. The sound of the waves helped you settle yourself into a calmer environment, than if you were inside it’d feel way too quiet.

Birds flew past obnoxiously just as you thought that. You grumbled, trying to get back to your book, to which you were literally gripping at.

Soon your relaxing environment was now beginning to piss you off, the waves sounded repetitive and was driving you crazy, the sun felt too hot right now and the wind wasn’t even blowing in the right direction.

You sounded so bitchy and whiny, getting tired of everything outside, but you had the right to, you’ve been out here for at least two hours.

Wait.

You halted in your tracks when you began to pack up your book, your sunscreen, your phone, and your water bottle.

He would probably think you were trying to distract him from his work if you came back inside. Even if not in the same room as him, just knowing that you were in the interior of the yacht might’ve tempted him.

Another side of you wanted to go, because who cares? The other side told you to sit your ass down and deal with more of it until he was done his work.

The Gods answered your prayer, because as soon as when you packed up, Midas seemed to be finished. He looked like it. His body language was more open, body more relaxed, and he wasn’t staring at the monitor anymore.

He was absentmindedly pushing the chair around slightly. You shrugged to yourself, thinking this was the best time.

When you got inside of the room, placing your things at your designated table, Midas was staring at you. Although he didn’t want to overdo it at the point you felt uncomfortable.

“You finished?” You asked warily, not to piss him off. Midas caught on that quickly, raising an eyebrow that was one of confusion but he nodded. “Yes, sent the alerts out, might take them a while to find us though.” He leaned back in his chair, quite relaxed that he was finished.

You took the chance to go behind his chair, hands working at his tense muscles connecting his neck and his shoulder. You remember when you first pointed out how tense his shoulders were.

It still felt like yesterday when Midas still saw you as his intern, whom he didn’t trust much. He thought you were way too happy go-lucky to be a real person, nobody is sunshine and rainbows.

The fact is, he needed somebody like you in his life to balance out just how shitty he is. You knew you were working for a villain, yet you were still sitting around in his building, supporting him as if he were the best man alive.

Without your outgoing personality, he probably wouldn’t have managed to approach you in the first place and ask you out for dinner that cost way more than your pay check.

Your attitude was beginning to rub off on him.

Your thumbs pressed harshly, but it was working. Midas sighed out of relief, needing you to come do this for so long.

“Is this alright?”

His breath hitched, the immediate moment your mouth was near his ear. The feeling of you so close was alluring him.

“That’s—yes, it’s alright.” He said under his breath in a tone that hinted that he was ready for what you were about to do next.

Heat bloomed on his face, blood rising up to cover his cheeks in chagrin. Still massaging him, you experimentally pressed your lips on his neck. He kept himself composed, not daring to make a sound.

He didn’t protest to stop so you continued, sucking hard, completely stopping the massage. Midas groaned under his breath, cursing.

Before he could even process it, you were now straddling his lap. In all of your bathing suit glory, he could already feel himself getting hard. He could tell you were impatient, just by how you clung to him.

You cupped his face, eyes closing as you kiss him slowly. The long drag of the kiss was passionate. Midas hand came down to squeeze your ass, pulling you flush against him.

Just by doing that, the immediate feeling of his cock growing harder, trapped in his slacks had you moan during the kiss. He smelt like aftershave, and his body-wash that you had no idea what the brand was but knew it was expensive.

The kiss then turned more eager, before you knew it, Midas’ tongue was already exploring your mouth, pressing itself against the roof of your tongue or sucking your tongue.

He had a bad habit of always kissing so rough. You felt him nip hard enough to break the thin barrier of skin of your lip. He pulled away, eyes wandering brazenly onto your kiss-bruised lips. He definitely had some sadistic tendencies. Midas chased your lips once more, making you moan when he pushed back against your tongue.

You rubbed yourself against him, the only thing separating you and him were your bikinis and his stupid fucking slacks. You wanted to rip off his clothes and you were so sure, he wanted to do the same.

Midas pulled away, eyes were low-lidded, stare intense and it felt like he was stripping you with just his eyes.

“I wanna fuck you so hard right now,”

“What’s stopping you?”

That set him off. The moment you said that, it was over. You stood up from your position, only for Midas to turn you around, roughly bending you over the table.

You wish nobody was cruising around in the ocean today. There was no space where there was a solid wall was obscuring the view, the room was just all full body windows. The thrill of being so out in the open did make you grow even more embarrassingly wet.

“Remember when I fucked you the first time like this in my office?” He basked in the view of you bent over, and so easy to access. You remembered just how rough he was with your intern-self. Your relationship back then was complicated, and he didn’t even know if he wanted a relationship with you.

It was a strict sexual relationship, if that made sense, which then slowly eased into an actual relationship. Which then included all of the feelings, and all the softness of his heart that you found so hard to believe actually existed to come to light.

“Yes, I remember,” You fared to say, voice shaky. Midas pressed his clothed erection against your half bare ass.

His fingers he then placed in front of your mouth. The sun glinted on his golden hands, he brought his fingers closer.

“Suck.” He pressed himself firmer, leaning forward to say in your ear. The fullness of his voice slightly startled you but you obeyed his commands. You came forward to take his fingers into your mouth yet he still coaxed you to practically push them farther.

You hummed, withdrawing his fingers before pulling them back in again, tongue dragging across the underside and the pads of his fingers. The hot wet feeling of your saliva covering his fingers had him breathing more intense than usual.

“Just like that,”

Midas breathed out, rolling his hips against your ass again as if imagining he was fucking you already. The way he was getting impatient made you moan around his fingers.

He withdrew them, pushing the fabric of your bikini, slowly, he stretched you out with one finger. Then his second finger, pumping them in and out with a steady pace. Midas’ eyes were glued at how wet you were and how you tightened at every movement of his fingers.

You began whining, not being able to do anything with your hands due to the fact Midas left hand was pinning them behind your back.

“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even done anything,” He laughed softly, not out of complaint but out of shock. The shock of pleasure made you jolt, as he curled his fingers in your cunt, the tip of his fingers pressing against your spot.

He continued, the squelching of your pussy had him quickly unbuckling his belt with the hand he was pinning your wrists behind your back with. At such an awkward angle, you turned around to meet his eyes for a split second. He was still fully clothed and you were in half a bikini.

The soft clinking of metal made you moan even more desperately, wanting him to hurry up and fucking put it in already. He pulled his fingers out, sucking and licking his fingers clean of your arousal.

“Let’s see if you feel just as good as you taste, yeah?” His voice was dripping with a tantalizing and warm tone.

The sound of Midas spitting on his palm and stroking his cock filled the room.

“Hands on the desk,”

You followed, resting your palms against the edge of the desk.

“Fucking take that off,” He shortly huffed, but not having the heart to not help you. He tugged down your bottom piece of your bikini, throwing it and leaving it on the floor.

He prodded his tip at your soaked pussy, before purposefully missing to part your labia; his slick length just brushing up against your clit to give a small amount of friction. You whined.

“Sorry, baby,” He laughed softly, even though he definitely did that on purpose.

That was definitely a first. He’s never called you baby. Never in the relationship he’s ever called you nicknames, especially something as simple as that. Only you’ve called him nicknames, not him. It made you feel special, because shit, who the hell is just casually getting called baby by Midas? Nobody. Ever.

Maybe he called his past wife that.

You didn’t really care when he was so close to being inches deep in you.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, alright?”

He didn’t even have to slowly go in when your cunt was soaked. You gasped out his name when, hearing him groan behind you. He bottomed himself out, balls deep with just one movement. Whenever he prepared you with his fingers, it never really prepared you due to the fucking size of him.

“You’re so tight,” He sighed sharply, not stopping to wait anymore.

He pulled himself out until he was fully out of you, before slamming back in. His momentum continued, settling on a neutral pace, keeping you on a level to not immediately cum. With every drag of his cock, a moan pushed itself out of you both.

“Come on,” Midas rasped out.

“Tell me, has anybody fucked you as hard as I do?”

You sometimes forgot how conceited he was about that. You remembered the first time you walked through his building and spotted his statue of himself made out of gold. You thought, wow, he must really love himself.

Well, you know you got your assumptions right.

He had every right to be that goddamn egocentric, he was hot, smart as hell and also knew how to fight. He got out of the underworld for Christ’s sake, of course his ego would be inflated.

You found it extremely attractive that he found himself this capable during sex, because he was right. Nobody has ever done it like he does.

A sharp pain on your rear end had made you instinctively whine.

Did he just slap your ass?

Your assumptions about him being sadistic were now proven to be true. His hand that slapped your ass was still on it, rubbing the swollen skin to alleviate some of the pain. His gentleness paired with his perverted dispositions had you feeling confused. You liked it.

“Are you having trouble hearing?” He kept his strokes to a steadying momentum as if to try and teach you a lesson.

His hand made sharp contact with the same spot again. You leaned more forward on the desk, elbows resting on the actual desk.

“I’m sorry—I, nobody has. Only you, Midas.”You were practically drooling, getting fucked out of your mind like this by your own boss was something you thought you’d never get to do. It was still something else working under him while being your boyfriend.

If there was a photo for the word, “cock drunk,” you’d be on the front page.

“I better be,” Midas found that answer particularly pleasing so his strokes picked up its pace. “Yes, don’t stop—please,” You gasped out, the sounds of skin smacking against skin filling the room.

Midas’ hand gripped on your waist, hard enough to bruise, guiding you with his pace. His free hand managed to snake its way to your clit, his large fingers pressing and rubbing circles against it. The pain but also pleasure tore another moan out of you.

The extra stimulation had you feeling like your legs were about to collapse beneath you. His pace picked itself up even further, his cock unforgiving and ruthless. Your breaths were now staccatos, short and cut off with every thrust of his hips.

“I’m close, Midas—God, I need it.”

“Fuck, yeah. You need to cum? Say it.” He sternly spat out in between breaths.

“I need to cum, please Midas. Let me—“ He smacked your ass one last time, and the feeling had you on the brink of cumming.

“I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take it, alright?” He leaned forward to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice hardly audible. “Yes, I’ll take it. Please. Just let me cum.”

His finger kept rubbing against your clit, yet he came first. He filled you with his hot cum to the hilt, groaning as he continued to give you your orgasm. “Shit,” He hissed, feeling you come and follow shortly with mewl. You tightened around his still semi-hard cock, and he had to pull himself out with ease.

You almost felt the weight of your legs take you down to the floor but Midas’ strong arm caught you, leading you to the bed and gently lying you down face up. Your chest heaved heavily, forehead damp with sweat, feeling the cool air hit your skin. Midas’ hair was slicked back awkwardly because of the sweat as well.

“Are you alright?” He worried, eyebrows knitted as his eyes wandered to your hips which were bruised.

“Were you trying to kill me?”

He breathed out a short laugh.

He said your name with a sigh. “That was one round,” His tone seemed to be about how he does go harder when it’s more than one round. He does, you know, you haven’t forgotten when you went specifically four rounds non-stop and you got sick the day after. He felt bad that morning.

You laughed at the ticklish feeling, feeling his nose nuzzling into your neck. “Okay, yeah, yeah,” You said with a smile and he pulled away.

His libido works differently and oddly enough, he never seems to get tired.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes playfully, standing up and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Where are you going?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at your sudden departure.

“The washroom, I need to pee your cum out, idiot,” You said, now farther away, but he still could hear.

“You want me to get a UTI?” You scoffed, shutting the bathroom door with a click.

“Of course not,” Midas laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck.

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Posts are gonna be kinda dodgy cuz Im slumpin’ but I'm trying to power through 🤞🏻

Plz mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Apollo x M! Reader Word count: 4,1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Modern au, Established relationship, Model! Apollo, Dom/sub behavior, Pet names, Sexting, Phone sex, Guided masturbation, Mutal Masturbation, Slight degrading, Dirty talk (obvi), Praise, Sex toys (vibrator), Anal Fingering, Anal penetration

Enjoy ~

Tossing your keys into the bowl by the door of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Stripping yourself of your jacket and scarf you shoot your boyfriend –Apollo– a text before getting ready for a shower.

Y/n: “Back home, today couldn’t have ended fast enough. Call me when you can. ❤️”

Leaving your phone by the bathroom sink you warm up your shower trying to not stay glued to your phone waiting for Apollo to respond –which has been really hard not to do any free chance you’ve gotten these past two weeks.

Apollo had to leave for a few photo shoot and a show. In the past you’ve gone with him and were able to not only watch him do his work but to travel and explore new places together —though your schedule didn't allow that to happen this time. Although these trips being longer than a week weren’t often, the time apart was never easier because of it. Even when you have to be apart for more than a day the two of you are always sure to have a nightly phone call, along with texts throughout the day.

As you were rinsing your body you heard your phone ding —it was Apollo’s text tone. Finishing up you quickly dry off to see what he had sent.

Apollo: “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll call you later. I have a meeting with my manager. What are you up to?”

Y/n: “No worries. I just took a shower and probably will order out tonight.”

Walking into your shared bedroom you hadn’t even thrown your dirty clothes in the hamper before you got another notification.

Apollo: “Oh, mind showing me? 😏”

Biting your lip you shake your head at his audaciousness.

Y/n: “Don’t you have a meeting?”

Apollo: “Yes but perhaps you can send me a little something as inspiration to end it sooner?”

You’ve always found it hard to deny Apollo, especially in person, but he does make an enticing proposal. Forgetting your task for clothing you go back to the bathroom and wipe the steam off the mirror. With your towel still wrapped around your waist, your hair wet and racked back, you snap a picture with your chest and loosely tied towel in view. Looking it over once more you press send.

Y/n: [Photo Attached]

Apollo: “What a tease you are.”

Y/n: “I guess you’ll have to get done with your meeting if you want more.”

Apollo: “I guess I will. I hope you don’t have anymore plans for the night because when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be too exhausted to move 😉”

Y/n: “Can’t wait.”

Just the thought of it was enough to make your cock twitch with excitement but you hold it back for now. Instead of getting properly dressed you decided to throw on your robe then put in your order for dinner.

~~~

An hour or so has passed since your last text from Apollo, with your meal finished you’re now sitting on the couch watching tv when you got a notification.

Apollo: “My meeting is over and I’m in desperate need. You think you can help me with that?”

You feel giddiness well up inside you when you read his message.

Y/n: “I’m sure I could figure something out. 😊”

Getting off the couch you make your way to your bedroom and into your bedside table, inside is a purple vibrator –Apollo’s favorite to use on you. Laying on the plush mattress of your bed on your belly, you open your camera app and begin recording.

All that can be seen on the screen is your slightly exposed chest, your lips and your tongue lewdly sucking the toy in your hand as if it was a cock. As you suck and spit on the phallic toy you are sure to zoom in and capture the spit dripping down your fingers –just how Apollo likes it.

Pressing send, you flip onto your back with your head propped against your pillows, anticipating your boyfriend’s response.Your cock is already painfully erect and you’ve barely begun.

Instead of a text you receive a phone call, your golden haired boyfriend’s face illuminated on the screen. Pressing the green button you hold the phone to your ear where you hear Apollo’s smooth voice.

“Babyboy, you look so pretty sucking your toy.”

“All for you, Lo. You like watching me suck on stuff?” You ask playfully, eliciting a low chuckle.

“Absolutely but I think I’d like to hear you play with yourself even more.” His forward words make you whimper. “Tell me, baby, what are you wearing?”

“Just my robe, it’s open and just barely able to cover my cock.” You hear a low curse on the other end of the phone making you giggle.

“Send me a picture. I want to see how hard you are for me.”

Doing as he says you take a picture of your barely covered member, your hand wrapped loosely around the base. In a silent moment between snapping the photo and sending it you know the moment Apollo saw it due to the low growl that rings in your ear.

“By the gods, Darling. I want you so badly.”

“Yeah? What would you do if you were here?” You ask, sinking further into the mattress, biting your lip. A soft chuckle tickles your ear.

“If I was there I would strip you of that pesky robe and admire your gorgeous body by running my hands up and down every part of you.”

“Uh huh.” You sigh, running your hand up and down your chest, imagining it was his. “What else?”

“I would then have you spit in my hand and start jerking your pretty cock in my hand till you’re begging for more. Then I would lean down and lick up all the precum that leaks out of your little red tip. I’d suck you off and massage your balls in my hand and when you’re just about to cum I’d pull away –just to hear you whimper.” He sighs hungrily. “ I always do love the way you sound when you’re all worked up for me.”

Listening to Apollo’s honey rich voice depict such naughty things, you begin to slowly jerk your cock creating soft breathy moans to play through the phone.

“Is my baby getting excited from just my words?”

“Uh huh.”

“Use your words, Darling. Tell me, what are you doing?” Taking a few breaths you collect your words.

“I’m stroking myself, imagining it’s you.” Your admission blooms heat to your cheeks but it's rewarded with a warm hum of approval.

“Yeah? Give your pretty cock a little squeeze for me and rub your tip with your thumb.” Doing as he instructs you keen into the receiver. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is your tip leaking?” You give another groaned ‘yes’. “Gather it on your fingers and lick them clean.”

Giving your shaft a few more tugs you milk the few drops of precum that’s beginning to drip down your length onto your fingers and begin sucking them clean, humming into the speaker.

“Does that taste good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You say.

“Good boy.”

“Where are you?” You breathlessly ask, your hand continuing to slowly stroke your member. A low rumble from Apollo’s chest meets your ears with his response.

“Well, my little dove, if you must know I’m in the back of my chauffeur’s car with only the dividing wall between us as I palm myself to your sweet sounds.”

An low uncontrolled groan is pulled from your lips at the thought of him pleasuring himself so close to someone else blissfully unaware of the erotic act taking place behind them. Your public figure boyfriend doing the unthinkable with a high likelihood of getting caught all because of his desperation for you.

You pull this from him.

Lust.

Hunger.

Depravity.

The very idea makes your hand move quicker on its own.

“Does that excite you, Baby?” Apollo asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You breathe, needing more you mewl. “Talk to me, please, Sir. I need to hear you.” The other end of the line rings with a dark chuckle.

“So needy. So impatient.” He tsks mockingly. “What more could you need, babyboy? You have me. I’m listening to you jerk your pretty cock. What else is there?

“Perhaps you need me to tell you what a dirty boy you are for making me pull my cock out in the backseat of my driver’s car? How I wish you were here to clean up the precum already leaking from my tip with your tongue. Would you like that? To taste me? Have me fill your mouth till I spill down your throat?”

You can hear a slight hitch in Apollo’s voice, a clear indicator that he is stroking himself as well. The shuffling of clothing and the soft shift of leather beneath him as he gets himself comfortable for your play. The next few minutes the two of you merely exchange fevered breath and cursed moans as you feel yourselves to the idea of each other.

“Baby, you have your toy with you?” You give a hum of approval. “Good. Turn it on for me, put it up to the mic so I can hear it vibrate against my ear.” Doing as instructed, you release yourself to find the vibrator you’d discarded on the sheets. Turning it on you hold it in front of the receiver and touch it with a soft moan.

“Give it a filthy suck for me.” Again you quickly obey, earning you praise. “Good boy. Make it nice and wet, pretend it's my cock you’re prepping for your little asshole.”

Slurping on the vibrating toy between your lips makes your cock twitch with excitement, more sheer white liquid spilling out.

“Run it up and down your shaft and around your tip, Baby. No cumming! Just edge yourself.” A shudder runs down your spine at the sound of Apollo spitting into his hand to wet himself.

Doing as he says you slide the tip of the toy along your length and around the flare of your engorged tip, coating the silicon in your drippings.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You squeak out, your eyes screwed shut —the image of Apollo’s godly naked form painted behind your eyelids.

“Rub it against your balls.”

The vibrations that go through your tightening sack makes your toes curl and another choked moan releases into the silent room air.

“Speak to me, Baby. How are you feeling? What does my naughty little boy need?” You are almost so lost in the shock waves the vibrations are shooting through you to comprehend the words your boyfriend said into your ear. Swallowing a moan and wetting your lips you find the words.

“I feel needy for more. I need you to- to stretch me out. I feel so empty, Sir. Please.” You sound pathetic but you don’t care and neither does the man on the other end.

Your confession is met with mock sympathy.

“Poor, Baby. Needs his boyfriend to fill him up. Play with his little hole, make it loose and well used, huh? Need me to spit on it, make it sloppy. Stuff in my fingers to prepare you for my fat hard cock?”

“Yes. Yes!” You gasp, teasing your contracting hole with the pulsing vibrations of the toy in your shaking hand.

“Fuck. You sound so cute.” He says almost to himself. “Baby, reach into your bedside drawer and get your lube.”

You instantly toss the vibrator to the side. Hitting the speaker button you place your phone on the pillows beside you to grab the tube of clear gel in your bed sit table.

“Put it on your fingers and rub it everywhere. Coat your pretty cock, your tight balls and on and around that needy little hole of your’s. I want to be able to hear your hand moving against yourself any way I tell you to.”

Squirting a generous glob of lubricant onto your fingertips, snapping the lid shut and tossing it next to your toy, you begin rubbing the cold gel against the hot skin of your erection and most intimate areas. The vulgar sound of your wet palm working yourself fills the air alongside your breathy moans and sighs.

One hand is squeezing your shaft with every stroke, as the other kneads the slick into your sensitive balls —with your fingers moving further south to tease your clenching asshole.

“You sound so beautiful, Darling. Sounding so slick and desperate for me. Tell me what you’re doing. Paint me an image to jerk off to.” His lust coated voice purrs into your ear.

You tell him of your sprawled out naked form, your robe lost on the floor –forgotten– and your working hands on your groin.

“I’m stroking my cock and massaging my balls with lube like you told me to and made my needy hole sloppy how you like it.”

“You teasing your little asshole with your fingers?” He intersects.

“Yes, Sir.” He tsks in disapproval. “I’m sorry, Sir. I -ah- I couldn’t help it.” You whine with a high keen from the duel stimulation of your hands on your genitals.

“I know, my naughty boy. Always so excited for me with little patience.” You whimper apologetically that Apollo knows is hollow from your pleasure-filled moans.

I should punish you for your disobedience.” He lets his words hang between you, interrupted by a lusty moan of his own. “But… I’ll let it slide this one time for me having to leave you in this sorry state.” You eagerly whimper in agreement.

“Yes, please. I tried waiting for you but I miss you so much, Sir.”

“I know, Sweet boy and you’ve done so good for me. When I get home I’m gonna worship you as you deserve for being so good.” His promising and praising words melt over you, sending a shudder down your quivering form.

“As you stroke yourself can you insert one of your fingers into your tight hole for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” You instinctively reply

Releasing your testicals you readjust yourself against the pillows to better reach between your spread legs. Gathering the slick dripping around your hole you prod it with your middle finger teasingly a few times before finally sinking it knuckle deep. A high pitch sigh escapes your lips.

“Good boy. Start slowly pumping your finger till you can press another one in.”

Guiding you through your ministrations of your own genitals with body melting praise and bone chilling filth spewing into your ear till you’re able to comfortably curl three digits within your tight cavity.

“That’s my boy. Play with your ass harder, I want to hear the squelching of your fingers stretching you.” A choked-gasping moan tears through your throat as your movements become more aggressive. Hungry. Needy. Your other hand gripped around the tip of your shaft, thumb pressed and rubbing against your profusely leaking head.

“Sir- please. I- fuck!” You cry.

Balls tightening, cock twitching and eyes screwed shut with muscles cramping with built up tension. You can feel your end nearing and it feels so good. You want nothing more than to erupt in this moment with your fist wrapped around your raging erection and knuckles deep in your own quivering asshole but that relief was pulled out from under you by Apollo’s commanding voice rumbling in your ear.

“Stop!”

You groan and whimper in frustration at your obedient body pulling away at his single worded command –body shivering, toes curled and chest heaving.

“Good boy.” His rich voice smooths over your pleasure deprived body. “You were so close, weren’t you, Baby?” A sniffled ‘uhuh’ was your response as a frustrated tear streaks down your heated cheek.

“I know, Darling. I’m sorry but I couldn’t let our fun end just yet.” He says sweetly through the speaker. “We haven’t even gotten to properly use your toy, have we?” He asks, a clear smirk in his voice.

“No, Sir.” You manage to say, through heavy breath.

“No.” He parrots. “And what a shame it’d be to not.” He chuckles.

“Pick up your toy and put more lube on it, I want my vibrator to slide smoothly into your pretty asshole. Make it nice and easy to fuck yourself with it.” You give a whimpered ‘yes, sir’ as you dutifully spread more gel along the length of the purple toy and more on your waiting hole.

“Vibrate it against your hole. And no touching your cock.” The second half comes out as a thinly veiled threatening command. If you had half a mind left you might tempt that and purposefully disobey Apollo’s words but your well trained body was running on autopilot. Doing everything to please your boyfriend. To do just as he says for the rich reward of his praising words.

Rimming your hole with the toy, it takes everything not to finally shove it fully into your gummy walls. But you’re good. You wait despite your pleading body.

After a small eternity of sending vibrating pulses through your hole that is clenching the prodding silicone tip, eager to suck it in.

“Please- I need it, Sir. Please.” You plead wantonly, as your other hand rubs against your exposed chest, pinching and teasing your hard nipples for much needed stimulation.

“You haven’t touched your cock? Or pressed into your needy hole without my permission?”

“No, Sir. I was good. I promise.” You cry, hoping your words ring earnestly in his ears, granting you what you need most.

A torturous moment of his deafening silent tongue, nothing but his low growls and a grumbled ‘shit’ to be heard in the speaker.

“Go ahead, Baby. Stuff your slutty hole with your toy. Pretend it’s my cock. Imagine it’s me fucking into you. Pressing your body into the mattress with my hips.” You can hear the staggering in Apollo’s voice, his hand moving audibly faster with the added wetness of his spit.

Inserting the toy that doesn’t fill you nearly as much as you need. With your eyes squeezed shut you try to imagine it’s Apollo’s cock but it's not and that knowledge only makes your desperate misery deeper. Your free hand still resists touching your painfully hard cock, opting to continue toying with your nipples. Touching the expanse of your heated flesh with your palm.

“Please, Sir. Let me touch my -ah- my cock. Please. Please.” You are so hot, it feels as if a fire has been set under your skin, you’re past the point of caring about begging. You’d gladly grovel and lick the ground under Apollo’s feet for the chance to get the relief you’re so desperately seeking.

Thank the gods he takes pity on you, his voice just as debauched as yours.

“Yes, Baby boy. Stroke your cock. Squeeze it hard. I want to hear your cries of pleasure in my ear as I cum. I’m so close, Darling.” He growls, his voice low and restrained.

“My cock is so fucking hard for you, Baby. I should be the one inside your fucked out hole, not that toy. I should be the one making you cry, seeing your cute face —all fucked out and euphoric. Fuck!

Can you hear how hopelessly I’m stroking my cock, trying to make myself cum?”

You can’t. You are barely registering the words Apollo is saying through the rushing wave of pleasure crashing over you. You moan an affirmative sound anyway with your helpless ‘please’ and whimpered ‘yes’.

The two of you are no longer sharing coherent thoughts, you’re merely urging the other to their ends with praise and gratified sounds.

“So good for me. Fuck. I need you. Crave you. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Yes, Apollo. I’m- I-.” You are unable to finish your declaration before your high overtakes your body.

The never ending pulsing of the vibrator invading your quivering walls, hitting that secret button deep within, doesn’t falter along with your persistent fist. In a moment of blinding heat, the imaginary cord within you snaps and splits you into a million deliciously destroyed pieces.

Streams of hot white spunk shoot from your flared tip, painting your panting chest. The hand holding the toy slows, as well as your moving fist milking the last drops of your pent up seed till your fatigued riddled body slumps —the toy still lodged inside you and hand grasping your exhausted shaft.

All that’s left with your tired-shaky breath is the soundtrack of Apollo’s impending end. His breath horse and haggard as his hellbent hand furiously jerks his cock till his finally silently roars an open mouthed groan of release.

The next few moments are filled with your collective gasping breaths, the low hum of the vibrator overstimulating your used hole and soon a warm and coughed out chuckle from Apollo. You can faintly hear rustling coming from his end as he —presumably— begins cleaning himself up.

Then a finalizing sigh comes through.

“Are you still with me, Darling?” He asks, humor lacing his voice making you tiredly chuckle in return.

“Barely.” You joke. “That was-.”

“Wonderful.” Apollo finishes. It was –considering what you had available in your current separation.

With gentle guidance you turn off and slowly remove the vibrator from your pulsing insides and manage to turn your slack body onto your side, bringing the phone closer to your face.

“I miss you so much, Baby.” You confess, a bittersweet edge ringing true in the end.

“I know.” He really does.

Basking in the afterglow of your intense high, you listen to Apollo’s melodic voice praising you and saying more promises that makes your cock tempted to twitch back to life sooner than expected.

“Be prepared, my darling boy, once I get back you’re not leaving that bed till I’m satisfied.”

“Sounds like the kind of torture I can get behind.”

“You should be very careful what you wish for, you might end up biting off more than you can chew at once.” A giddy feeling wells up in your chest but is interrupted by the sound of a knock coming from the front door.

You let out a disappointed groan, you didn’t want to end your flirtations yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“There is someone at the door but maybe if I just stay here they’ll go away.” You say playfully but are met with a disapproving Apollo.

“No, no. Be a good boy and answer the door.”

“Fine.” You sigh, willing your body to sit up sighing from a delicious soreness radiating from beneath you.

And as if on cue, just as you were about to pick up your discarded rope Apollo interrupts you.

“Naked.” The single word makes you stop in your tracks.

“What?”

“You heard me. Be a good boy and answer the door –naked.” You try to retaliate but his tone leaves little for argument. “You are my obedient boy, aren’t you?” He asks, teasingly, knowing it’ll spark your submissive need to please. Gathering your dazed courage you sigh out a coy ‘okay’.

Walking out of your bedroom on shaky legs you patter over to the door with a thrilling mix of shame and excitement turning in your belly. Peeking through the peephole you don’t see anything —it’s covered, leaving only darkness in your sight.

“I can’t see who it is.” You whisper into the receiver making Apollo chuckle.

“That’s ok, just open it.” Swallowing your resignation and in a push of sudden courage you unlatch the lock and open the door.

On the other side is a smug, and slightly disheveled, looking Apollo hanging up the phone, shoving it into his pocket.

“I told you it’d be okay.” He says smugly, stepping into the doorway to capture your nude form in his arms. The door quickly shuts behind him as you leap into his arms, his hands eagerly cup under your ass. Your lips are locked with tongues in a desperate battle for dominance as he slips off his shoes and walks the two of you back to your shared bedroom.

The wind is knocked from your lung when he throws your back to the mattress before him. Propped on your elbows you watch entranced and bewildered as your boyfriend undoes his tie and begins stripping himself of his pointless expensive clothing.

“I hope you’re prepared, my darling.” He says, crawling over your body that is moving further up the mattress, in nothing but his underwear with a very prominent tent already forming.

“I wasn’t lying when I said we’d be in here till I’m done with you.

And I intend to uphold that promise.”

I’m still not very well versed in writing Male x Male stuff, i hope this wasn’t too bad

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amysubmits · 3 months

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Hi Amy! I just found your blog and really wanted to talk to you if you've got time but I got nervous so here's an anon. So I'm in my very early twenties and in the last few years have been really interested and taken by the idea of d/s dynamics. I don't have a boyfriend and am not really comfortable signing up to any sites so that's not really the issue. But as I'm going on dates and stuff I do find myself looking for that character that would resemble a dominant guy. I didn't realize it but I am attracted to that energy. What I'm concerned about though is the reason...for that attraction. So I'm in drama school but we can't really afford it so I have 2 part time jobs rn. One is this modeling agency that sometimes gets me by. It doest do much in my country but once a month a few hundred if im lucky, do come in handy. The issue is that the people I'm around and the environment is very toxic. Not just in a photoshoot but mainly. I've had to shut my mouth and smile and "submit" to guys just to remain part of the project. I don't feel comfortable doing more provocative stuff so that's been an issue and my manager keeps pressuring me about it at every opportunity. The relationship w him is weird he's a nice guy in general but sometimes he's too pushy. I also had a bf in the past (the only one) we were together briefly but he ordered me around a lot, and we never talked ab any of this but he was very strict with what I wore ect. What I'm trying to say is, I've had very traumatic experiences w all these people and am really worried whether the dynamic between us pushed me to want it? Like if my desires are somehow influenced by my trauma? Have you had similar concerns? How did you realize this is what you wanted and that it is not a response to something? I hope you're comfortable answering, but if not thank you for what you're doing your page has been really informative and I've learnt a lot xxxxx

Hi there!

I would be happy for you to message me if you decide you feel comfortable at any point, but anons are okay too! It's a big part of why I leave them on, for people who feel comfortable sending asks but not asking questions or whatever on DM. :)

This worry you're sharing about wondering if your desire to be a sub or be submissive comes from your trauma is something that I think a ton of subs have considered or worried about at some point. You'll definitely get a different answer to these questions if you ask other people. In my view, this is one of those areas where the 'right' answer can vary from person to person. So, this is just my take of course.

I am trying to avoid writing an extremely long post, so if you want or need me to elaborate feel free to follow up. But in a nutshell...I think most people have "little t trauma" from childhood that caused them to adapt to try to find connection and feel safe (physically or emotionally) and loved from a SUPER young age, to the point where it's challenging to know what it even would mean for a lot of us to say X is me, but Y is my trauma. Like 50% of the population has an insecure attachment style, and that primarily develops in the first year of our lives. So then we're still babies but we're already trying to change our own behavior to feel connected to our mother or our primary care giver. When that's the case...I think it's really, really tough to know who or what you would have been without the trauma as it's baked into your personality and coping methods SO early that we can't remember anything else. And so...I guess my goal has been to try to do a combination of accepting myself while also looking as honestly as I can at who/how I am now and look to change anything that I want to change or think needs improved. And with that in mind...I couldn't begin to tell you if I'd be a sub sexually or personality wise if I didn't have trauma. I just think that's an impossible question to try to figure out. Instead, I try to look at whether what I crave is healthy. If what I want to do is healthy for me, then it's okay if it IS based in trauma. I mean, plenty of things can be caused by trauma but still be really good things. For example, I feel pretty confident that the reason I seek healthy, safe feeling communication with my partner is because I grew up with lots of yelling and conflict and meanness. But I think that desire to have healthy, loving, safe communication is a good thing so I don't feel the need to reject that desire I have, as it's good, regardless of the cause being 'negative' or sad. I've come to the conclusion that D/s and BDSM can be healthy things for me. That isn't to say that I think I could do anything I wanted and call it D/s or BDSM and have it be healthy. But I think that a lot of what I desire sexually and within my relationship is healthy, and I embrace those things. And when I find myself craving something that is less healthy, I try to avoid embracing those ideas, or avoid acting out those fantasies, or resist those behaviors. For me, one thing I have to fight against is the instinct to be extremely passive. Passive feels safe to me because of my trauma, and I can sometimes incorrectly convince myself that I am being a good sub by being passive. That isn't always true, so I have to really keep an eye on any passivity and make sure that I am truly submitting from a place of desire and choice, and not from a place of it 'feeling good' because my brain is telling me that inactivity to appease others is safe and familiar. We try to regularly re-look at the things we do and ask ourselves again if all the details of how we're managing our D/s and BDSM are healthy for both of us. We try to ask if we're reinforcing healthy ideas or unhealthy ideas. Sometimes it changes over time and we have to adjust.

With you being new and young, I'd also suggest that you try to be extremely careful with what you learn about D/s and BDSM, and triple check that it's healthy. Some people will claim that literally anything done in the name of kink is healthy as long as it's consensual. I think that is a really wild viewpoint, personally. I think consent is really the absolute bare minimum, but a lot of people will consent to things that are harmful to them emotionally, and I think that is unhealthy. Of course, what is unhealthy is extremely opinion based, and I think it also can vary a lot from person to person...something could be unhealthy for me to consent to but perfectly healthy for you to consent to if we have different life experiences, different traumas, etc. At a really basic level I'd suggest looking really closely at whether D/s and BDSM make you feel good in terms of things like...confident, loved, empowered, authentic, loved, safe, secure, etc - or if it feels outright bad, or 'good' but only in the sense that feeling bad feels somewhat good to you (this is true for some with trauma), or if it makes you feel small, inferior, used, scared, insecure, etc. And then also if/when you get into a D/s relationship look at whether the things you try seem to be inspiring positive changes and growth, or negative patterns. Maybe at first you happily agree to let your dom decide whether or when to cut your hair, but over time you realize that you feel less 'yourself' when you can't control your own hairstyle fully. If that becomes the case, then in my opinion, it would be healthier to go back to deciding your own hair.

Sorry this is so long. I hope it's helpful in some way. Good luck to you, please continue to look out for yourself! It can be a scary world out there for young subs. It sounds like you're doing a good job of trying to look out for yourself though...even in wanting to figure out what your answer to the questions you sent in this ask are. So, good work. :)

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etrosgate · 8 months

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heey eliza（＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

i interpreted this ask as the last 5 songs i listened to, but i guess it could be your 5 most listened-to songs right now? who knows! unrelatedly (or, well, relatedly actually) i keep seeing you tweet about enstars and was wondering if you have any song recs :)c

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

hehehehe. for general music, the 5 songs i've been into lately:

i can't stop listening to this gumi cover of nin's closer for some reason

kiss by buck-tick. since i've been very into shiki again

oops an enstars song snuck in here. it's lemon squash cheers by crazy-b and 2wink. perhaps i've been listening to my own cover of it 😶

ragequitted by black dresses. and the full album (forever in your heart) in general, i tend to listen to the full thing from start to finish instead of individual songs

don't forget about me by anomie train. one of my favorite synthv original discoveries. sometimes you just need a little song about a vsynth contemplating their eventual obsolescence

as far as enstars goes;

lets get the stuff i don't have 1 million words to say about out of the way first:

crazy-b's entire discography is really fun, but i could listen to the aforementioned Lemon Squash Cheers and Be The Party Bee! all day

i also love all of alkaloid's discography. it's just a style of music i really enjoy. can't really pick out faves

the tempest night by fine. so funky, i've played this so many times in the rhythm game

melty kitchen by ra*bits. extremely cutesy and i get the chorus stuck in my head all the time

stippling by double face. idk i just think it's really pretty

moonlight disco by getto spectacle. a classic.

marine blue rendezvous, kanata's solo. it's so soothing, i've definitely put this on loop and zoned out for a few peaceful hours.

i love listening to the cover of (RE)PLAY by eden and trickstar. even if the flute part is bizarrely prominent.

okay now i get to gush about my faves <3, eden (made up of sub-units adam+eve). their vocal performances are always really fantastic. and they tend to have really great choreography. in-universe they're one of the Big 3 most successful/popular units, and unlike fine and knights (sorry) they've really sold me on why. even if some of their songs will have me oscillating between "maybe this song isn't very good" to "this song is their best one" as i listen to it.

ANYWAYS, im about to talk way too much about eden.

something neat about enstars is that the va's are instructed to sing in-character, one of my favorite aspects of this is how jun's va sings from their earliest songs compared to now.

in Sunlit Summer (earliest in the the timeline, and a favorite of mine lol), hiyori and jun sound so similar it's genuinely difficult to figure out who's singing what by ear. and this is intentional!

at the point when eden is formed, jun is in a place where he has very little sense of identity, terrified to voice any personal opinion or desire, crafted by his former environment to be subservient. so in his early vocal performances he is literally imitating hiyori's vocal style, doing everything in his power to vanish into hiyori's shadow. early eve songs in general are very distinctly "hiyori" in sound, vocals and orchestration. (and ibara, as their producer, crafted in an inherent hierarchy of hiyori being the Center and jun Support at the beginning. which is reflected in adam too but that's off topic)

so it's really fantastic to see how much has changed as the timeline goes forward, such as eve's most recent song, Ruby Love, where Jun sounds distinctly like Himself (even though he retains elements of his inspirations like hiyori and jin sagami), is the center with hiyori playing support, and the song itself is a style of music very Jun. as part of an event where jun actually feels equal enough with the rest of eden to voice a dissenting opinion from everyone else! it's really satisfying to see.

tangentially related, jun's solo (Back-Alley Monologue) might be one of my favorite ballad's like, Ever. the performance is gorgeous and tender on its own, but every time i actually think about the lyrics about how eden saved jun from the worst time in his life, and how being with them is so much everything that he's ever wanted that it feels like an impossible dream. it makes me so emotional that my stomach hurts. if i hear this song in a vulnerable moment i might die.

another i really love is Deep Eclipse. it's pretty notable for being very different from the rest of the discography, a sweet and soft and kinda inspirational song (so different that many people who don't read eden stories think it's their worst song, that it doesn't suit them). this difference is important for a few reasons;

eden as a unit was created to be particularly artificial compared to most enstars units, with highly crafted stage personas and even a clause in the contract forbidding personal relationships between members. their unit concept is literally being The Antagonists who seek to corrupt the world into sin (particularly adam, where nagisa's stage persona as God is so different to his personality that ibara literally writes scripts for him to follow).

HOWEVER, instead what happens is all the members build a deep connection with each other, to the point that they become THE most important people in their lives, and they inspire each other to become better, happier people. i'm pretty sure every member (excluding ibara, because he's extremely repressed) has explicitly said that eden saved them.

and so Deep Eclipse is notable, for being a song where the Stage Personas are dropped the most, for being very emotionally honestly and vulnerable, and being about healing from their trauma (which, being enstars, is substantial). it's probably The biggest example of how the unit has changed from what it was supposed to be when it was formed. also the singing is really pretty.

okay that's enough of that i'll just do general recs for actual sound now:

ibara's solo Poison Strategy is an absolute banger. even if it's basically just a song about being The Poisoner.

cannot overstate how ibara's Concept in eden is literally the poisoner. and in real life. he loves to be evil.

i think Ruler's Truth is my fave adam song

i love every eve song. Sunlit Summer is my fave i listen to it everytime i want a sunlit summer. Trap For You is my fave, yaoibait aside it's soooo fun to listen to. Ruby Love is my fave, idc if its gay club music!

love Faith Conquest. i will defend hiyori's weirdly autotuned wail that sounds like he's dying.

lyrics aside, i really love the sound of Dance in the Apocalypse

on a non-eden tangent. i haven't really read any valkyrie stuff, but i do really love the ex-valkyrie songs, for how well they evoke the absolutely terrible fucked up state of the unit in that moment of time.

A Castle Built of Sand and Sacred Youth's Games are very clearly both about the imminent self-destruction of the unit, in a meta sense. the former in a bittersweet tragic mourning of everything good that original valkyrie had, and the latter dwelling in the misery of everything terrible about it.

Sacred Youth's Games especially, it's a song that sound like anxiety. the sharpness to the vocals in general, the vocal parts feeling like the ebb and flow of an argument that occasionally breaks into a shouting match and how the chaotic instrumentation sounds like it'll fall apart if one note gets out of place. all while still being convincingly like a professional song they would feasibly be performing in-universe

OKAY IM DONE

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mirsvintagesonytv · 2 years

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this is the same anon who sent the ask about verlaine.. also what happened to chuuya and the sheep? since you mentioned before chuuya didn't join the mafia, where is he when yosano takes over? did she had any plans of recruiting him? did the sheep betray him as well here? mori and dazai both thought it was the matter of time before the thing with the arahabaki and old boss happened. im really invested now and i need to know everything ekemek

Hello Anon!!! Thank you for the ask!! I'm going to answer this one first since its easier to articulate my thoughts for this question:

Okay so Chuuya joins the sheep. Because Dazai never joined the mafia and Mori is...well.. dead... He never gets roped into the mafia through the events of fifteen.

As another consequence of this, Chuuya comes across the homeless struggling Akutagawa siblings and they too join the sheep. They come to view each other as siblings (bc once again forcing my headcanons on you) and Akutagawa is incredibly loyal to Chuuya for saving his and Gin's lives.

When Yosano takes over he's in the sheep, naturally. Mori had records of the Arahabaki experiments which Yosano finds almost 5 years after her takeover, but doesn't particularly understand. All she really knows is there was a strong ability user that was supposedly created as a government weapon, which Mori was aware of and had future plans to recruit him as a valuable asset to the mafia. She begins to search for this said ability user privately with sub exec Randou (Rimbaud) not wanting to disclose her plans to anyone else.

However Rimbaud betrays Yosano, after figuring out where Chuuya is but not disclosing this to her, and going rogue, since he doesn't hold the respect he held for Mori towards Yosano, freshly 19 and a bit of a bitch if I do say so myself.

The fifteen stuff still happens, but slightly differently. Dazai is sent to build ties with The Sheep's leader for intel on a rumour about Arahabaki and the Mafia's old boss from multiple sources in his network of informants. He's mostly supposed to be doing intelligence work and diplomacy here for the ADA, but alas Soukoku shenanigans ensue, and he and Chuuya are roped into a scheme by Rimbaud. Rimbaud essentially sets himself up as a "witness" of one of the sightings of Arahabaki, luring both Dazai and Chuuya into his plans.

He'd essentially planned to find Chuuya using the information from Yosano and lure him out with the rumors of Arahabaki and some impending threat to the sheep (the old boss being sighted in Suribachi) and subsequently using Chuuya to lure Verlaine out, in order to find out what happened to his partner. This goes horribly wrong however, and ends up in Dazai's first murder of the AU (yay!)

This is resolved and Yosano finds out about Rimbauds betrayal and subsequently where Chuuya is, but at this point she has no intention of recruiting him straight away. The ADA and The Sheep are now on good terms, and Dazai and Chuuya begrudgingly become friends at some point during this.

About a year later, Yosano, who knew about Rimbauds real identity, broadcasted the fact that the mafia killed a french spy as a warning to her enemies, an act that draws Verlaine back to Japan, kickstarting au!stormbringer events.

Essentially Yosano makes a deal with Verlaine in which she'll hand over Chuuya to him (she's fucking lying like a liar) if he helps her with her plans which she purposefully keeps vague, and Verlaine assumes its got to do with bringing down the sheep.

Verlaine attempts to kill the sheep, which he succeeds in killing a few members, declaring he is there for Chuuya. The events of stormbringer aren't too different tbh, just Chuuya isn't a part of the mafia at this stage. He and Dazai team up along with new cyborg bestie Adam to get Verlaine to maybe fuck off, and while they're focused on that, Yosano takes the sheep hostage.

She offers Shirase a deal, that if they give up Chuuya to her, (knowing that he and Dazai will defeat Verlaine eventually) she'll let them live. Shirase weighs the pros and cons and decides to betray Chuuya, as he is a liability if people are going to continuously be hunting him for his ability. Chuuya leaves the sheep, and out of loyalty and disagreement with Shirase, Akutagawa and Gin leave too, following Chuuya, despite his protests that being with him could get them killed. Yosano attempts to recruit him then, and still Chuuya refuses.

She sets up an ambush in which she'd planned for either Akutagawa sibling to be either killed or fatally injured, and then bargain Chuuya's mafia membership with their lives. However Chuuya takes the blow for Akutagawa, almost dying, and Yosano forces him to choose between letting Chuuya die and selling them all out to the mafia. Akutagawa sells them out, not wanting to see his older brother-figure die, and gives up their freedom to the mafia. Akutagawa was never a part of the deal, but he and gin stay in the mafia for Chuuya out of guilt of surrendering Chuuya's right to choose, despite him reassuring them both that he doesn't care.

So yes, the sheep do betray him and Chuuya, despite not joining the mafia initially, joins soon after he turns 16 (I lied... sorryyyy but im a sucker for The sheep angst) Also if u see plot holes.... no you don't. this is still in the rough drafts stage so it will be ironed out when I eventually start writing the fic LMAO

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smutsonian · 3 years

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Mafia bucky with size kink, belly bulge, choking with vibration arm, sub space, daddy kink, creampie kink and squirting, breeding kink, maybe exhibitionism with Steve. This could lead to a part 2 as a 3 way with double vaginal penetration, no anal

that smile on her face

bucky barnes x reader

summary: mafia!bucky x reader ft. mafia!boss!steve and it’s basically just p0rn with a little bit of plot i guess.

warnings: smut, (whatevers written in the ask), violence, rumlow, not proofread, idk please tell me if I missed something.

word count: 3.1k

a/n: why was it so hard to write this fic vjhafvu im rusty with writing soz

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It was becoming too much for you. The palpable tension between the two brooding men and the looming figures of terrifying men on each side that serves as guards for both sides didn’t bring you any comfort and the fact that your boyfriend is a few feet away from you right now isn’t giving you any reassurance that this situation is under control.

Steve, your boyfriend’s best friend, stands face to face with an unknown man wearing an eerie smile on his face but his aura is producing anything but a positive vibe while your boyfriend stands beside Steve, glaring at the strange man. You thought you remembered someone calling him Rumlow.

You know about your boyfriend’s line of work but you never really got to witness his job with your own eyes. Life with Bucky has always been laughs and giggles, passion and love behind closed doors so you never really thought about the dangers that may come with his job. You thought you could continue to live happily and carefree with him until now.

When you saw Rumlow turning his attention to Bucky’s louring face and smirking at the emotion he’s able to get from your boyfriend made your stomach turn. You saw Rumlow’s hand rise from his side and time seemed to stop for you when you saw a gun pointed in your boyfriend’s direction. You saw your Bucky’s jaw clenching and you couldn’t help the small whimper escaping your lips when Rumlow turns the safety off with a deafening click.

Bucky’s eyes subtly searched your face but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were begging Rumlow to drop his gun and let your boyfriend be but the moment Rumlow turns to look at you, your stomach begins to feel more horrible than it already is. But you would do everything for your Bucky. You had to try.

“P-Please don’t…” You stutter, glancing at the gun pointing towards your Bucky then looking back up at Rumlow.

He mockingly juts his bottom lip out, pouting at you before tilting his head to the side. “No?” He asks.

You could only nod, ignoring Bucky who was trying his best to get your attention, for sure trying to make you stop talking to Rumlow.

“This your girl, Barnes?” Rumlow asks, scanning your form but nobody answers him.

Rumlow chuckles before putting the gun down, giving you a sense of relief before your breath hitches when the gun is suddenly pointed in your direction.

“Should I just shoot you then, little girl?”

Bucky’s form stiffens, as well as Steve’s and his guards, ready for an order to attack when Rumlow speaks up again.

“Are you willing to risk your life for this motherfucker?”

You didn’t know if it was your nerves making you dizzy but everything went by in a flash but in slow motion at the same time. You saw Bucky side-stepping quickly towards you, his metal arm raising as if to shield you both. A bullet makes contact with his metal arm before bouncing off of it and you stare at his arm in awe before looking at him with crazed eyes. He scans you for a quick second before he rushes you both out of the place, and onto a car before caressing your face with both of his hands. The sounds of guns being fired filling your ears.

“You shouldn’t have done that, baby girl.” His words are dark and it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know him. If he wasn’t giggling with you about a silly movie yesterday, you would’ve been frightened of him.

When you don't answer, he tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to focus on him instead of the continuous gunfire.

“Y-You’re arm… How did you know it would save us?” You stared at his face while your hand absentmindedly wrapped over his metal hand, caressing it gently.

His eyes flicker to your hand on his metal ones before looking back at you with an earnest look. “I didn’t. I just know that I had to protect you.” He says, chest heaving as he finally let himself show his emotions. Something that he only does with you.

“Y-you… You could’ve died, Bucky…”

“I will do anything to protect you, doll.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before the driver’s door opens and Steve crawls in, breathing heavily.

“We gotta fucking go,” was the only thing he says before stepping on the gas.

You did your best to ignore the blood splattered on his face and the white shirt under his black suit.

You lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder as he hugs you extra close to him, fearing that you might slip away from him and you bask in the closeness and warmth of his body. Your brain starts to fog up, and the only words running inside it are the words your Bucky said. You snuggle closer to him, humming unknowingly in satisfaction.

‘I will do anything to protect you, doll.’

Bucky Barnes watched you curling closer to him, your cheeks brushing against his arm as your eyes remained close, face finally relaxing as you go deeper into slumber. He smiled at your form, pecking the top of your head before pulling you closer to his body.

If someone told him that his heart would be palpitating because of a pretty little thing like you, he would’ve shot them in the head for poking jokes at him but now that you’re beside him…

“Is she okay?” Steve’s voice cuts Bucky’s thoughts off as Steve looks at him through the rearview mirror, quickly turning back to look at him then towards his girl with worried eyes.

“She’s resting. Calm for now.” Bucky’s jaw clenches at the thought of you producing tears for the likes of Rumlow. His heart skips a beat at the memory of that gun being pointed at you. His grip on the door handle becomes tighter while he tries his best to keep his other hand calm, the one that he’s holding you with.

“She’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to her. I know you won’t. I sure as hell won’t…” Steve gives Bucky a reassuring smile, mumbling the last words under his breath.

The car ride was silent throughout the ride, thoughts eating up on Bucky’s mind as he thinks of Steve’s words as well as what to do with you. How to make things up for you because he’s taking the blame for you being in a very dangerous position.

“We’re here,” Steve states, stopping the car and getting out before quickly going over to Bucky’s side, opening the door for Bucky and a groggy you. You’re still in Bucky’s arms, already squirming into consciousness while Bucky tries to coo you back to sleep.

“Need any help?”

“I got it,” Bucky answers Steve before carrying you inside the manor, Steve quietly following behind.

Once inside, Bucky feels you squirming more and he lets you go, gently putting you down on your feet. He looks down at your face that’s looking back up at him with a blank expression. He takes note of Steve’s form leaning on the doorway.

“Bucky…” He hears you mumble.

“What is it, princess?” Bucky notes the way your eyes flutters at the nickname and he fights a smile that wants to force its way onto his face.

“You almost d-died because of me,” Your sob breaks his heart and he’s suddenly on you. He’s eager to make you wipe the tears away. Eager to bring back the smile that always makes him swoon because this isn’t how he wants to see you cry.

“Don’t cry, princess. I’ll do anything for you even if that means getting hurt.” He continues to wipe at your tears but it was no use. You’re a broken dam right now.

“Daddy’s here, princess. Daddy’s right here.” He whispers, not caring if Steve hears him but he takes note of the way Steve’s form stiffens by the doorway. It wasn’t hard to miss because of his broad shoulders.

“You trust Daddy, right, Princess?” He pulls back, caressing your face and that’s when he sees it.

Your eyes are fogged, face wet with tears but the flow has stopped. You’re just looking at him with those foggy eyes filled with something so much intensity.

“Yes, daddy. I trust you.” He hears you whisper and he knows you’re deep in your space right now.

Bucky wipes your face with a cloth that’s conveniently in his pocket before walking back, away from you. You whimper at the loss of his touch but one word from him made you stop.

“Stay.”

Bucky feels himself grow proud at your obedience. He flicks a look at Steve before looking back at you.

“Take your clothes off for Daddy, princess.”

“Steve, you fucking stay there.” He doesn’t even glance at Steve but he hears his steps stopping. You didn’t even notice his words towards Steve because you were eagerly obeying his command, stripping out of your clothes with haste.

“Come here, princess,” Bucky motions you to come over and you do. He instantly wraps his metal hand around your throat, not clenching it at all. He just rests his hand on your throat, careful not to frighten you.

“You trust me, princess?” He asks one more time.

“Yes, yes I do, daddy.” You breathe out, nodding against his hold which he tightens. Bucky’s eyes flicker at how your thighs clenched together and hear the tiny moan slipping out of your mouth.

“You like this, princess? You like my hand around your pretty little throat?” Bucky tightens his hold a little more, eyes gleaming at how his hand is covering your whole neck now.

“Your neck is so tiny, I can easily crush it, princess. You’re not afraid of me?” Instead of being afraid, you whine, suddenly thrusting your naked hips towards him and he chuckles at you before letting you go.

Bucky glances at Steve who was fixing his pants, no doubt tightening uncomfortably at the scene in front of him.

Bucky stares at you, eyes begging for him to touch you but he ignores it before walking over to the long sofa and sitting down. He pats his lap as he calls for you which you eagerly obeyed, almost skipping your way towards his lap. You were about to straddle him when he stops you.

He turns your body with so much ease before pulling you down, earning an “oof” from you when your back hits his hard chest. He guides your legs so they’re resting outside of his legs. He easily spreads your legs with his and he dwells at the shiver your body makes when you’re completely exposed.

“Sit, Steve.” Bucky motions to the long sofa opposite to where the both of you are sitting and he feels you stiffening against him so he whispers soothing words in your ears. “I got you, princess.”

Steve walks towards the sofa before awkwardly sitting. Bucky could see how much his best friend was trying to control himself but, in the end, his best friend loses his inner battle for he looks at you and then to your cunt, before looking back at you.

“Don’t worry about Steve, princess. We can trust him. He did kill that awful man for you…” He chuckles at the way your body shivers, your stiffness has long gone now.

“H-he did?”

“Yes. Now let’s give Steve a little show, yeah? Show him just how fucking precious my princess is…” Bucky’s metal finger goes to your breasts, teasing each of them with equal attention. He pulls little whimpers from you here and there and he can see Steve squirming uncomfortably from across the both of you and he chuckles.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. You can touch yourself.” Bucky’s free hand goes to your core, rubbing his fingers on your clit, making your moans grow louder.

“But you won’t be able to touch my girl. You can just watch and you can be thankful that I’m letting you.” Bucky takes pride in how he’s able to make his best friend look so powerless when he’s the boss. Right now, Bucky is the boss though.

“D-daddy!” You’re suddenly shaking against Bucky as you reach your first peak, your juice covering Bucky’s fingers while his other hand continues to play with your hard nipples.

Bucky hears a groan from Steve, smirking how his friend has his hand down his pants pathetically.

Bucky continues to play with your body, pulling a few more orgasms from you until you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

Now that’s how he wants to see you cry. Only in pleasure and nothing else. Only the best for his girl.

“Daddy, please!” You scream at Bucky, your small hands gripping his flesh hand that was on your cunt.

“What is it, princess? Tell daddy what you want.”

“W-want more, daddy,” you whisper, almost shyly, and Bucky coos at your embarrassed face.

“You need to be more specific than that, princess. Don’t be shy. You’re so fucking beautiful that you got Steve and me so fucking hard, baby.” He turns your head to the side before pressing a hungry kiss on your lips, tongue lapping every corner of your mouth before pulling away, admiring the string of saliva that connects your lips.

“Tell daddy what you want, princess. Be more specific this time.” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it and earning another whimper from you.

“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you finally say, begging with your hips grinding against his hard cock that’s under you.

He hums in approval before easily lifting you up and positioning his tip in your entrance. He looks at Steve who was looking hungrily at your slit that’s ready to take his swollen cock.

A gaudy moan escapes from your mouth as Bucky pulls your body down his cock, your head instantly falling back to his shoulder at the feeling of his cock inside of you.

“Fuck!” Bucky hisses at the feeling of your warm and very tight walls hugging his thick cock.

“God, baby… You’re so fucking tight!” Bucky’s eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching him and he even whimpers when you start to grind against his lap, asking for more.

He gives it to you.

He stares at Steve’s face as he guides your body on top of his, bouncing you on his lap while thrusting his hips into you to reach deeper inside of you.

Bucky sees Steve’s hungry eyes staring at a certain spot as he bites his bottom lip. Bucky follows his gaze and he too, grows even more hungry, if that’s even possible, at the sight of your lower abdomen bulging out every time his cock thrusts deep inside your tight cunt.

“Princess…” Bucky groans, stopping you from bouncing, earning a whine from you which turns into loud cries of pleasure when he starts impelling you with his cock again and again. His flesh hand goes to press on your lower abdomen to feel himself inside of you.

The three of you groan at the scene and Bucky looks back at Steve, smirking and moaning at the same time. Seeing Steve hungrily looking at you but not being able to touch you gives him a rush. Especially when Steve is choking his own cock while he watches the both of you. Oh, Bucky loves showing people that you’re his girl.

“D-daddy, I’m gonna—”

“Fucking cum for me, princess.”

And you do. You cum with a loud cry, followed by Bucky’s loud cry as he felt your walls suffocating his cock which only gave him more motivation to pistol into you, riding your orgasm. His vibranium fingers find your clit, ignoring your tiny hands that wrapped around it.

“Too much, daddy!”

“Give me one more, baby! I wanna cum inside your pretty cunt,” he whispers into your ear before pressing his lips on your neck, sucking your skin with wet kisses. That seems to make you more compliant. You wanted him to cum inside you and Bucky chuckled at how your walls clenched around him at the thought.

“Oh, you’d like that, won’t you? Want daddy to give you his cummies? Want daddy to breed you? Get you all nice and round…”

“Y-yes daddy!” You let out a squeal when his fingers started buzzing around your clit.

“Yes! Cum inside of her, Buck…” Steve’s wanton voice catches both of your attention and Bucky feels your walls tighten around him when he sees you watching Steve beat his cock with his own hand, his girth swollen and ready to cum. And it’s all because of you. His girl.

Bucky doubles his efforts, metal hand vibrating against your clit, flesh hand pressing on the bulge that his cock continues to make on your lower abdomen.

With a few more thrust, Bucky feels his balls tightening and you must’ve felt his thick cock twitching because your walls tightened again and this time, it’s enough to make him burst his seeds into you so, with a loud grunt, Bucky pulls you down on him as his cock twitches inside you, spurting his seeds into your cunt while the head of his cock remains touching your cervix.

With his metal fingers still vibrating against your clit, you follow him with cumming as the mixture of the feeling of him filling you up with his cum and the intense vibration of his fingers on your sensitive bud.

Across from the both of you, Steve watches how Bucky is filling you up with his cum, and the moment Bucky’s excess cum starts slipping out from the sides of your slit, he loses it. With a whimper, Steve’s cum shoots out and his hands get covered with his thick white cum while a few lands on the floor. Steve licks his lips when he sees Bucky pulling out of you and using his metal fingers to push the fallen cum back inside of you.

Steve, still shaking from his orgasm, watches as Bucky picks you up after covering you up with his suit jacket and walking toward the stairs.

He stops to look at him though.

“Thanks for killing the bastard for her, punk.” And with a smirk, he leaves with you in his arms.

Bucky places you on the bed before cleaning you up. His hands are gentle as he wipes his cum off your thighs and your swollen cunt before getting in beside you and wrapping you up in a blanket.

“Thank you, daddy.” You slur before curling up beside him. He chuckles before pulling you closer to him.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, princess. I’ll do anything for you, okay? Seems like Steve will too,” Bucky laughs but doesn’t earn a reply from you. He looks down at your face, seeing you already fast asleep with a smile on your face.

Oh, how he loves that smile.

And he’ll do anything to keep that smile on his girl’s face.

a/n: i just wish I did this request justice :3

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dateamonster · 3 years

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if anyones curious, heres a big ol list of anime horror ive enjoyed that dont revolve entirely around cute children being harmed for shock:

paranoia agent: an awesome single-season show thats perfect to binge-watch imo. it follows the interwoven stories of several victims of the phantom figure known as shonen bat who takes the form of a child in rollerskates and attacks strangers with his beat up baseball bat. the only thing that seems to connect these victims is that they are visited by him in a moment of absolute desperation, and somehow their lives seem to improve after being attacked. to say anything else would ruin the mystery. give it a shot. this series owns and the intro music is iconic.

perfect blue: i feel like everyone who likes animated horror already knows about perfect blue but if not, you absolutely should. a suspense heavy, brain-breaking thriller about an ex-pop-idol who quits to become an actress, only to be haunted by a mirror version of herself who is less than happy with her decision. her grasp on reality starts to slip as the pressures of her new job and a string of violent murders slowly chip away at her sanity. definitely mind the content warnings for this one.

yamishibai: an anthology series of short scary stories presented with fun, simplistic animation. every episode is fairly short iirc so its very easy to just plow through the whole series. especially good if ur the type to enjoy a classic ghost story.

serial experiments lain: sort of hard to explain. this is another like Classic. it is about a highschool girl so i am sort of breaking my own rules here but like the vibe is entirely different then what you might expect. its a trippy, deeply weird series from 1998 about the ways technology may begin to encroach on our lives and shape our identity. i really love older media that speculates about the ways our relationship with tech might develop in the future. if you like scifi and psychological aspects to your horror, you will probably like this.

pet shop of horrors: i havent actually seen the anime so i dont know how well it holds up but i was obsessed with the manga as a Youth and id recommend at least giving the series a look. anthology-like with a connecting thread of a spooky pet shop where rare exotic and sometimes deadly creatures are sold.

lily c.a.t.: its alien except its not. scifi horror about the crew and passengers of a spaceship whos interstellar journey is thrown off course by a shape-shifting alien invader. literally if you like alien or the thing or anything like that, this is that but animated. i think the strongest thing about this one isnt necessarily the horror of the alien itself but the horror of being stranded, far from home and trapped in a confined space with a bunch of near strangers and a massive yawning void just outside your window. there are some moments in lily cat that just made me think about how huge and unforgiving not only space but the passage of time is and im honestly still a little freaked.

akira: i mean, obviously. i dont know what i could say about this that hasnt already been said except this is the movie that made me start getting into body horror. its beautiful, its horrific, its a fucking staple of dystopia fiction. i guess you could argue its more scifi/action than traditional horror in a lot of ways, but some of the stuff near the end (that i def saw when i was too young to be watching this) taught me a whole new definition of fear so. do with that what u will i guess.

there are a couple more i cant remember the names of right now so ill come back to this if my brain ever decides to start working again. almost all of these contain some really heavy subjects so be careful and seek out content warnings if you need to.

also i dont really care about subs vs dubs arguments but a lot of these are on the slightly older side and as a result some of the english voice acting work is... not great. either way do what feels right to you just keep that in mind.

#horror #recs #recommendations #anime

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scaramoucheslove · 3 years

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PLEASE expand more on that Zhongli brat tamer thing you posted 🥺

Brat Tamer! Zhongli x Brat!Reader (GN)

Listen to me

What to expect: Spanking, Size kink?(a bit), Choking, Teasing in public, Getting called “whore” once I swear, Zhongli as ur god, fingering? lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: AAA BRAT TAMER ZHONGLI NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION </33

(also im so sorry if this is shit even tho i spent so much time writing it?? hurr i apologize and i tried to make it as gn as possible! <33)

Zhongli loves an obedient sub that listens to him and obey his rules. You, were the perfect little baby for him. You were his obedient, perfect little baby. Sure, you’ve been accidentally bad a couple times here and there. But imagine if someday, you were curious enough to see what’s it like to test his limit. So, when you were acting out of the ordinary, of course he’d be suspicious.

It all started when you both woke up. He’d always wake up first, usually drinking tea at the dinner table and you’d always greet him. But today, you felt a little braver than usual and decided to just ignore him and went ahead to the kitchen to grab your breakfast. He raised his brow, but thought nothing much of it. You put your plate on the table and played with your phone while eating your food.

Zhongli cleared his throat, causing you to look at him with a confused look on your face. “Good morning” he said with a smile, a fake one if I may add. You ignored him and continued to play your phone and eat your food. You could see his smile fade away in the corner of your eye. “I expect a response, no?” you looked at him, and his expression seems blank. “Uh, morning?” you answered blankly before continuing to ignore him. He sighs in defeat, standing up to prepare a hot shower to cool him off.

Zhongli said he’ll be meeting up with a few people for a while, and of course you being you, decided to tag along. You were confused on what to wear—until you remembered your little plan to push his buttons. You smirked at yourself before thinking. You had an idea. You put on the most revealing clothes you’ve ever worn out in public just to mess with him. Once you were done getting ready, he doesn’t say a single word. His gaze was enough to make a person tremble, thus why you were averting his eyes the whole time. He simply grabs your hands and wrapped it around his and said nothing more than a simple “Let’s go.”

You finally arrived at the Teahouse after quite some time. The moment you two opened the door, all eyes were on you. You looked absolutely stunning. Your looks may even be enough to tempt a god. Zhongli clearly tried to ignore the situation and dragged you to the back and seated you both at the corner of the Teahouse.

The meeting overall was boring. Although it was pretty boring, you had to admit that hearing people talking about Morax and acting as if they know more than Morax himself was kind of funny. You yawned in boredom and continued to look around before your eyes landed to your boyfriend’s figure that was sitting right beside you. His eyes that are completely focused, the way he talks, and the way his tall figure is sitting straight, asserting dominance through small, simple things. You couldn’t help but feel excited just by looking at him. Your excitement caused you to land your hand on your boyfriend’s thighs as he was listening to some people talking and discussing about the geo archon. He looked at you, confused and you gave him a small, sweet innocent smile, in which he returned.

But what he didn’t expect was for your hand to go higher and higher, until he realized that your hand was basically almost touching his dick. Before you could do anything further, he slapped your hand away and came closer to your ear to whisper, “Behave.” That action alone caused you to shiver and it tempted you even more. Biting your lower lip, you decided to wait for the right moment. After everyone was done talking and discussing, they asked for Zhongli’s opinion. And just right before he gets the chance to talk, you took the chance and managed to place your hand between his pants without raising any suspicions. He flinched slightly, earning worried looks from other people and workers. “My apologies, I thought I saw something.” He said as he kept his composure. And surprisingly enough, they believed him. Thank god you were seated in the corner so that no one could see what was actually happening between the two of you. You palmed him through his pants slowly as he explained about his opinion. You could hear the slight shake on his voice and clearing his throat way more than he normally does, even though he looked completely focused and well composed. “Mr. Zhongli? Are you feeling alright?” someone said in which he responded with a slight nod, and a pinch to your thighs as a warning. You gasped quietly in surprise and stopped your ministrations before looking at him. His stare was menacing, daring you to make another move. In which you responded by looking the other way and pouting as you rest your hands that was palming him a few seconds ago on the table.

The trip back home was silent. You didn’t dare utter a word, not after all that. You looked fine and chill on the outside, But inside? You were trembling. Was it really a good idea to make your god angry? Is it even worth it? Your thoughts were racing as you asked yourself. But there was no turning back.

You walked inside the house slowly, trying to keep calm and collected. You knew you were in deep trouble the moment he shuts the door with a slam. You saw a glimpse of his beautiful, black hair with a gradient, glowing, neon orange color near the ends of his hair, which usually occurred where he’s focused like in battles, or if he’s really pissed. You didn’t really want to test him any further, so you just decided to follow his next commands and obey him. “What has gotten into you?” He asked, voice demanding for an answer. You turned to him, looking to the ground instead while fiddling your hands. He clicked his tongue and forcefully held your chin so you were met with his amber colored eyes. “Talk” He demanded. You were unable to form coherent words and ended up stuttering on your words. He shakes his head in disapproval and practically dragged you into the bedroom.

He lets you go once you’ve both reached your shared bedroom. You watched as he sat himself on the edge of the bed, looking down and letting out a sigh. The moment his eyes met yours, you immediately looked down, not prepared for his eyes to pierce through you so sudden.

“Strip.” He said lowly. Calmly. But you knew him. It’s always the calm before the storm. You stood there, silently, not moving in the slightest. You could feel the tension in the room. He was disappointed. Of course he was! He had all the reasons to be. He walked towards you slowly, observing the outfit you wore. One of his gloved hand stroking it smoothly as his other hand gripped your jaw gently and made you look into his eyes. “Tsk, I have given you such a simple task. But I know you humans simply cannot do anything yourselves.” He practically spat as he tore your clothes off with both hands. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly opened and you froze due to shock as he chuckled at your reaction.

His two hands grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you onto the bed roughly, a contrast to his gentle grip on your jaw earlier. You continued to freeze in your place and he took the chance to pin both your hands with one of his, as his big and strong body kept your smaller one caged. You tried to get out of his grip. But it was no use. No matter how much you try, he will always overpower you.

“Tell me, love. Were you being a brat on purpose?” He asked you with a teasing tone on his voice. You closed your eyes and gave up, exhaling the breath you didn't notice you've been holding while nodding your head slowly in shame and embarrassment. He chuckled lowly as he lets both of your hand go and flipped you over. You yelped in surprise as he positioned himself so that your stomach was on his lap and he places his hand to rub gently on your ass.

You cried out, “Zhongli please I’m sorry-“ “Now, now. It’ll hurt a bit. But you mortals really need to be taught a lesson to know their place.” He says as one of his hand stroked your hair and the other continued to move gentle motions on your ass. “Zhongli pleas-“ Smack. A loud noise echoed across the room as you jolted forward and you felt your eyes beginning to water. “Can you just listen to me, brat?” his voice sounded clearly annoyed. The room was quiet for a while, until he broke the silence. “Stay silent and take it like the good pet I know you are.”

The sound of your cries and sniffles could be heard in the rather silent room. You were sobbing, hands starting to go numb as you gripped them onto the bedsheets, your ass sore and red from all the painful and harsh smacks Zhongli has delivered. You were trembling. It felt like hours since he started and it never seemed to end. He eventually stopped and started caressing the spots he had abused minutes before. “I’m sorry my love, but If I don’t do this then… you’ll never learn from your mistakes.” He explained. You were still sobbing, but a part of you was relieved that it was over.

He got you off his lap and laid you down carefully onto the bed as you finally closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. That is until you feel a hand tracing your back and onto your underwear. You felt him come closer as he whispered in your ear “Seems like someone got excited. Well, it isn’t really a punishment if you enjoyed it. Don’t you agree?” you can feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

He flipped you over, your back now facing the bed. You hissed slightly at the sting because your ass still hurts from his ministrations. He gently spread both of your legs apart as he sat himself in between your now-parted thighs and pulled your underwear down, in which he threw across the room. You tried to cover yourself up but again, it was no use. You were now exposed for him and his eyes to devour. “But I’ll have to admit, seeing you in that revealing outfit where everyone can see really makes me…” he paused as he searched for the right word before continuing. “Jealous.” You prayed to the archons to make it out alive before answering him. “Oh? M-maybe you’re just mad they can probably fuck me better than you.” You’ve done it. You took back what you said about obeying him, but at the wrong time. “Getting brave now, are we? How ironic for someone who cried over a punishment moments ago.” he bitterly chuckles. “Well then, we’ll just have to see how hard I’ll break you tonight.”

He took off his gloves and immediately gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, combining it with the drool he managed to get at the corners of your mouth. He wastes no time as he inserts one finger into your needy hole. You gasped and held onto the bedsheets once more, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. God, his fingers were long. You can feel him filling you up as he kept pistoning one finger in and out of you. But then you started to whine for more. For him to fill you up more. “Humans are indeed greedy, but you’re my greedy little human, aren’t you whore?” you scrambled over your words before he used his free hand to wrap it around your throat and tightening his hold around it. “Answer.” He stopped moving completely and you whined as you finally managed to answer. “Y-yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes, my lord.”

#zhongli #zhongli smut #genshin angst #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #uhh this is dissapointing im srry #genshin impact zhongli #im so sorry u had to read this

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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A threesome with tom × reader × Harrison when they become roommates PLEASE could you include... spanking? 😸

im sorry if this is so bad sdhvcwdhcvps the beginning is a bit shaky but i finally sat my ass down and wrong something so i hope you enjoy!

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Warnings : dom/sub undertones, spanking, mild degrading and humiliation, tom and haz being little teasing shits

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Roommates With Benefits

Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader x Tom Holland

“And that’s pretty much it. Oh! And you could always just put Percy’s bowl and bed next to Tessa’s. I’m sure she won’t mind, very sweet girl,” Tom smiled, pushing the tips of his fingers into the pockets of his jeans as he led you back to the kitchen.

“We’d love another dog in the house! Just be warned if you ever leave, we might not be able to let him go.” Harrison winked, blue eyes shining with the light shining into the kitchen, causing heat to quickly rise to your face.

You chuckled light heartedly, leaning against the kitchen island with your head down, avoiding the intense stairs of the two brits on your body.

Everything happened so quickly. Being kicked out of your apartment after having trouble paying ridiculous bills, seeing the ad during your job at the cafe and immediately calling the number in hopes that the offer for a roommate was still open. It wasn’t usually something you did, especially without any background checks but you were desperate and in that moment, you were ready to endure anything if it meant you would have a roof over your head.

What you didn’t expect was a cute british voice answering the phone who was very cooperative and patient, answering all the questions you had. You called him everyday after that, using the excuse of asking more questions but ultimately you both ended up talking about anything and everything. It was an immediate connection that only intensified when you met him the next week in real life after your shift. Shaggy brown hair, soft brown eyes and a figure that made your mouth water, you didn’t expect such a sweet human to take on the looks of a model.

But he didn’t come alone, next to him was a taller but equally attractive blond brit, with clear blue eyes and a smile that made your legs weak. You were surprised how composed you kept yourself while talking to them and with a firm handshake and exchange of phone numbers, a beautiful friendship between the two was born.

At least, that’s what you tried to keep it as. Both men were naturally flirtatious, constantly complimenting you then pointing out how flustered you got like it was some inside joke. When you would meet up with them after shifts, sometimes one of them would take your hand while the other stayed attached to you to the hip, along with a lot of subtle touches that left goose bumps in their wake.

It came to the point where your coworkers gave you side eyes, dancing around the question of asking if you were dating anyone which only made you more flustered.

After a month of spending time with them, the week before your lease ended, they invited you to their flat to show you around, not so directly confirming that they wanted you as their third roommate.

However, as you entered the house, tension started to build in the air, tension that you only noticed apparently since Tom and Harrison went on with the tour like everything they did was normal. Constant innuendoes, especially when they showed you where the bedrooms were, stretching their arms in already tight shirts, staying close by your side with small touches to your back and arm.

It kept you flustered, while your purpose being there was to find a place to stay, you couldn’t deny that the two brits were attractive, irritatingly so. After the month of getting to know them, you developed a pretty obvious crush on the two men but you were too shy to say anything, too many negative consequences filling your head.

You were happy to maintain a friendship, even if that meant keeping the constant heat on your skin in their presence.

“How do you know if Tessa’s any safer? I might just take her with me.” you teased, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh really?” Tom raised a brow, walking closer to you behind the kitchen counter, “I feel hurt that you’re already thinking of leaving.” he leaned on his left elbow with his ankles crossed over the other, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“To- to be fair... Haz was the first to suggest it.” you stuttered briefly, coughing to hide how nervous you became.

“Yeah, cut her some slack Tom.” the blond snickered, walking up to you, standing on the other side, arms crossed and muscles bulging, “Don’t want to scare her off too soon now do we?”

“Oh I don’t think we’re scaring her off Haz.” Tom raised his hand, taking your jaw between your fingers and turning your head to face him, “Are we scaring you love?”

You shook your head no, eyes wide and body frozen with the contact.

“We’re going to need words darling,” Harrison said into your ear, his breath heavy on the side of your head, his hand landing possessively on the base of your neck, “Communication is very important for us in a roommate.”

“Is it?” you squeaked, trying to process being suddenly sandwiched between the two men. They’ve never been this forward, thoughts running through your head that made you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some relief.

Tom hummed, leaning up with his face right in front of yours, “So I’ll ask again... are you scared of us Y/n?” your name fell off his tongue like honey, sending a pang of pleasure down your stomach to your heat. You wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over again.

“N-no.” the pitch of your voice was high, enough to make you laugh if it wasn’t for the men so close to your body.

“Then why are you so tense, angel?” Harrison’s hand moved down your neck, trailing along your spine and staying in the curve of your back, right above your ass, “Anything we could do to help?”

“I could think of one thing!” Tom hummed, leaning in closer, brushing his lips along yours, “That is, if our lady allows it.”

“Only if you want to be our girl.” Harrison added, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck, “Just say the word and this never happened.”

“No!” maybe it was the sudden closeness, their hands on your body or the pet names that flowed so naturally off their tongue. Or maybe it was the build up over the past months, the fantasies than ran threw your head of this exact moment that all lead you to whimper-

“yes... please.”

...

“Ah- fuck.” Harrison groaned from behind you, his rough hands gripping your waist tighter as he pounded into you from behind, “God she feels so good around me... tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

“Wait till you feel her mouth mate,” Tom grunted, tightening his hands around your head. He looked down at your face, tears falling from your eyes, spit drooling from your mouth around his hard cock, some of it falling to the sheets beneath you. Out of his years of acting and traveling, he’d never thought he’d see such a beautiful sight.

“Oh I’m planning on it,” the blond responded, moving his hips impossibly faster, fingers digging into your waist, adding to the marks all over your body, “Not tonight though, don’t think the slut could think properly after this.”

Tom laughed at his friend’s words, continuing to bob your head on his cock, alternating between slow, calculated movements and a rough, punishing pace.

The humiliation only made you more wet and desperate for relief. You were right on the edge, have been since the night’s activities began. But the men wouldn’t allow it, constantly mocking and degrading you if the thought ever crossed your mind, threatening to not touch you for the rest of the week if you came without permission.

The fact that they planned to continue after this couldn’t even cross your head, mind too far broken down into just a toy for their use, begging and mewling for anything they gave you.

A harsh spank landed on your bum making a squeak erupt from your throat, muffled by Tom’s length. Harrison scoffed at your reaction, landing blow after blow, his hips losing rhythm as he neared his high.

“I swear she just gets wetter and wetter,” Harrison groaned, punctuating the last three words with a slap to your skin, “So fucking perfect around me I-” he groaned loudly, bending over slightly to reach deeper inside you, hitting a different angle that made you scream.

Tom was quick to pull you off his cock, one hand wrapped tightly around your hair, keeping your head up while the other moved quickly up his shaft. jerking himself off.

“Fuck, you look so pretty princess,” Tom moaned, “Ready to cum?”

You nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide as you kept your mouth open. The brunette grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up and spitting directly in your mouth, slapping the side of your face for you to swallow.

“Fucking beg for it then.”

But before you could respond, you felt pressure directly on your clit, Harrison’s cold thumb moving circles around the nub, pushing you further and further to your orgasm.

“Please! Please let me cum! Please Tommy!”

But the brit only laughed, “I’m not the one you should be begging too love,”

Tom loosened his grip of your hair only for Harrison to take over, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“Go ahead angel, beg so you could cum all over my cock,”

“Please... please Harrison,” you could feel the energy slowly fading from your body but your will to get off was just as strong, “Please let me cum,”

“Go ahead angel,” Haz grunted in your ear, “Fuck I’m gonna cum with you, bury my cock deep in your pussy, stuff you full,”

Without a second to lose, you let yourself go, finally getting that release you’ve been craving for that entire night. The feeling of the blonds cum filling you up made it more intense, along with his thumb still locked in place on your clit. It was an overload of pleasure, black spots clouding your vision but you still hyper aware of everything going on.

“Open your mouth pretty girl,” you heard echo in the back of your head. Without fight, your jaw slacked open, the taste of Tom’s seed hitting your lips, spreading across your mouth.

You were in pure ecstasy.

It took you a while to come back after such an intense moment, tangled in Tom’s arms while Harrison worked on cleaning your body, both looking down at you with admiration and awe.

“What do you think Haz? She good enough to live here?” Tom mumbled, softly petting your hair as you nudge your cheek against his chest, bathing in the attention.

The blond snickered from behind you, crawling over your body and leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, “She could live with us for the rest of her life after that mate,” you raised your head slightly at his words, eyes wide and blown. He gently took your chin between his fingers, pressing a kiss to your puffy lips.

“Free of fucking charge.”

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #harrison osterfield smut #tom holland smut #harrison osterfield x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #tom holland x fem!reader #harrison osterfield x fem!reader

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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mgg request: snuggling on the couch and getting bored. so u start playing with fingers, and then u just decide to suck them. u feel him slowly start to grow hard, so u suck harder and grind into him. next thing u know u are straddling his thigh. he makes u get off on his thigh a few times before he will let u ride him. once u start riding him he switches the hand from ur mouth to ur clit, thinking youre done sucking his fingers. however u grab his other hand and start sucking. im a WHORE (SORRY)

what do you do when one of your fav person in the whole world send a blurb idea? you give them your all of course, seriously i went into town for this one and i hope you like it love! shsjsk as always thank you for requesting and being my fellow mgg whore! enjoy!

WARNINGS : um.. SMUT! filthy detailed smut, its literally pwp, oral fixations, daddy kink, name callings (degradation), condescension, orgasm control, over stimulation, thigh riding, Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, mention of wedding, slight breeding kink, mention of exhibitionism, just whole lotta filth y’all no joke, mgg got me feel some type of ways by that i mean constantly whoreknee.

MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORK.

It was a particularly sunny day, right from the moment you woke up this morning, you could feel how terribly hot it was but you quickly diverted your thoughts as soon as your eyes landed on the sleeping figure next to you, and you instantly felt the need to grip your pillow tighter, biting your lip at the sight.

Quarantine days is both a blessing and a curse for you and Matthew, the amount of time you get to spend together pleased you both to no end, the endless talk about certain things, the late night food deliveries, cooking together, even making stuffed animals together which is one of your favorite things to do with him because you love them cuties so much. But what’s so great about quarantine is of course the sex, the endless amount of sex all over the house, You’ve done it in the shower, bedroom, kitchen counter, dining table, on your living room, even the car multiple times after grocery runs— time doesn’t really matter either, it could be at night, mornings, afternoons, even god damn 3 am. If Matthew is up for it then i’m up for it, the same goes for Matthew too, if You’re up for it then he’s there in an instant. So lets just say that you’ve been needy all the time.

There he was, laying down on our bed, with only a flimsy boxer that barely covers half of his thighs— the sweat glisten across his chest and you can see the purplish marks you’ve managed to gave them last night are still prominent, the longer you’re looking at him, the more you want to wake him up and just fuck like rabbits all day.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Matthew chuckled as he opened his eyes to meet yours, licking his lips and press his palm on top of your cheeks . “Good morning too creepy stalker, how long have you been awake?” he said as he caressed your skin gently, you can feel his thumb pressing over your soft skin.

Before you were about to answer, your eyes catches a glimpse of his long fingers— now Y/n has always been fascinated with his fingers, there’s just something about it that gets her going, the memories of what it can do always floods her thoughts, like that one time where he fingered her in the middle of his annual family dinner, or that one time he had to make sure you were stayed quiet where he fucks you on a trailer with his cast mates all around, or the random times when he choke you, or stuff his fingers down your throat, or curled them up inside your cunt, everything about that man— your man is perfect down to the last detail.

“Someone’s thinking about something hm? care to share baby?” He keeps his thumb on the edge of your lips knowing damn well that if it inch closer upwards, you’ll surely suckle on the digits— and he won’t have that, not yet.

“definitely not thinking about you old man...” now that, that pushes his buttons like nothing else, your age gap is something very.. peculiar about you two, not far enough that its illegal but far enough for people to raise an eyebrow when they found out— not that you care about stereotypes, neither does he, you both love each other and you’re not breaking any law that’s enough. It even fuels up your relationship, makes everything much hotter, when it feels slightly wrong in the eyes of others.

“ah.. so if i push my fingers down your pretty little cunt, i won’t find you soaked through for me?” she clenched her walls around nothing at that, feeling her wetness dampening the small panties she’s wearing— god she wants him right now but its so good to push his buttons like this. So you rolled your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out before getting up and went to the shower.

You expected him to come chase you, but to your half disappointment half excitement— he went downstairs, sitting on the couch, and enjoying his morning tea. You knew what that meant, he’s mad, mad and turned on. Perfect. After you finished showering, you went downstairs to where he’s at, dressed in one of his oversize thin sheer t-shirt with no panties or bra underneath.

You instantly straddle his hips as you sat down on his lap— directly on the bulge in his boxers before you purr in Matthew’s ear “I’m sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to be such a tease, i just! want you!” you whined, tone bratty as you huff and pout your lips.

God Matthew is a patient man, but when it comes to you looking fuckable and needing to be taught a lesson like this, he has no fucking choice but to give you one.

“You knew better than to push me like that, little girl. Such a mindless baby.” he scoffed, his tone sending warmth down your cunt and you whimpered, before grabbing his wrist to press his thumb on top of your lips and suckle on it— its both calming and exhilarating.

“you and your oral fixations, what an innocent looking baby— but you’re not aren’t you? knowing full well how to get daddy going, so you came down the stairs wearing my shirt and nothing else. Act like a big girl but when i get my hands on you, you’ll just squirm and purr like a dirty little whore.” He can’t blame you- he surely can’t blame you that you begin to grind your bare cunt on his lap as you suck his thumb harder after he said those things.

He lets out a laugh as he sees how desperate you’re for him, grinding your cunt on his thigh practically riding it, as your cute little mouth almost gag on his thumb. Perfect little thing. Your eyes shot up to see his when his fingers goes up to pinch your nipples alternating between the two, pinching and tweaking it knowing how sensitive you are.

“Mmm! daddy!” You moaned through his lips, arching your back and move your hips faster, feeling him bounce his thigh couple of times just to hear you yelp. “Here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to ride my thigh until i tell you to stop and maybe just maybe i’ll let you ride my cock, we have all day baby, this is what you’ve wanted isnt it?”

You whined out loud as your eyes brimmed with tears in clear desperation, you and Matthew have done this long enough to know that Matthew has a patience that goes on for miles. He could wait even though his cock is practically bursting, he could wait until he sees you all limp and overstimulated— and being a sensitive girl that you are, you know that you’ll be a mess once he’s done with you.

“oh and baby, you can cum whenever you want to..” He said, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he unlocked his phone and scroll down, not paying attention to where you’re literally riding his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a bitch in heat.

The dismissive attitude should offend you, but if it does anything, it riles you up even more— the way he can stay calm when you’re a mess that has come over and over again just by grinding against his thigh turns you on to no end. You continued doing as he commanded and you’ve been doing it for more than 45 minutes (you could swear its actually an hour) when he decided he’s seen enough, pulling out his thumb from your lips before using it to found your clit and give it a slap, rubbing the over sensitive button fastly. “Oh! oh Matthew! mm- ah i’m please need your cock!” Your body shake on his thighs as you let out your 5th orgasms this morning, your toes curl and your head slumped against his shoulder as he praises you “That’s it, my good girl Y/N, i love you.”

As much as you love your daddy, your Fiancé is the one who truly owns your heart and soul, so you droopily gaze your eyes at his underneath your lashes, grabbing his other hand and suckle on his other thumb earning yourself a chuckle from Gube. “Your mouth always needs something to fill it up, doesnt it kitten? greedy little thing” He shakes his head as he use his other hand to pull out his cock, you never knew that cock could be pretty until you met him, His cock always makes you want to cockwarm him all the time— the skin is veiny, its not too long but its big.. stretches you out so good that has you limping the next day, and the tip is ruddy red- pre cum spurting from the top. Fuck, you want him to pound your throat then and there.

“Shh shh, sweet girl, let me do all the work this time yeah? just suck sit pretty and suckle, be my good doll.” He whispered before pushing his cock into your warm wet tight cunt, causing you to jolt at the over sensitivity and moans out loud, “Thats it, take it little girl, being such a good girl for me.” He rasped before laying you down on the couch and pound his cock into you in a fast pace.

“You’re so tight, Y/N” at hearing that your walls clenched around him as you starting to feel the familiar tight knot on your belly, you’re so overstimulated that it doesnt take you long at all to cum all over his cock, letting out choked out whimper and sobs “That’s it, keep coming pretty girl, gonna be good and let me finish inside- fuck right?”

You nodded your head drowsily, holding onto his wrist for dear life as you get fucked with a brutal pace, his thumb falls out your mouth and you begins to whimper, “M-matthew! please”

“I know, i’m close baby, just take it a bit more yeah? cum for me one more time, Y/N c’mon” his voice is strained, signaling that he’s close. you whimpered out that “cant- cant too much!” and Matthew’s thumb instantly went to rub your clit sending you over the edge quickly. “i know you have it in you, pretty girl. come on more— fuck thats it, thats it baby good gi— Ah fuck!” You cum all over his cock, him following not long after, releasing himself inside of you, filling you up as you shake and try to catch your breath.

“I love you— so fucking much Y/N” he whispered as he begins to pull out slowly and watch the cum drip out of her cunt, making him go feral and push his cum back in. “gotta stay full okay? who knows.. maybe i can knock you up before our wedding.”

Oh.. and you thought he won’t be up for round two.

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#mgg smut #matthew gray gubler imagines #matthew gray gubler smut #spencer reid smut #insufferableblurb #mgg fluff #dom!mgg #daddy!mgg #slutforthegubes

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noriyoshi · 3 years

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Ice Ice Baby - kjk (m)

pairing: sub!junkyu x gender-neutral!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.5k

warnings: oral (male-receiving), ice play

synopsis: trying out ice play with Junkyu for the first time.

a/n: inspired by a convo i had a while ago with @nari-nim! not proofread bc im sleepy rn so sorry... also i feel like i really like writing junkyu receiving oral? idk he’s very cute and we should all think abt sub!kyu more often <3 feedback is always appreciated!

Junkyu laid with his back on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching him closely. He watched back with a cute little pout forming on his lips. You hadn’t even touched him yet but he was already fully hard. You were going to have fun with him tonight.

You lean towards the night stand and grab a cup filled with ice that you had prepared not long ago, pulling a cube out. Junkyu’s eyes never leave your figure, following your hand as you bring the ice cube to your lips. You suckle on it for a moment, coating your tongue with the cool liquid as it begins to melt. Once you’re satisfied you place it back in the cup and lean down to kiss Junkyu. Your lips ghost right over his and he can feel the cool puff of air leave your lips. You kiss him slowly, your tongue entangling with his, countering his much more desperate pace.

You kiss him until your mouth goes warm again. Just the feeling of his plush, pink lips against yours makes you feel like you’re in heaven. You tease him; pulling his lower lip between your teeth, your tongue licking in his mouth before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hovering just out of his reach. He cranes his head up but you pull back again much to his dismay. He wants to kiss you so badly but he knows moving out of this position you’ve placed him in will result in a punishment.

You sit up again, turning slightly and shifting your knee up onto the bed for a more comfortable position. As you face him, you lean on your left arm and bring your right hand up to his cheek, caressing the soft flesh. Your thumb traces his lips which fall open, begging for you to put it in his mouth.

You oblige and coo at him as he sucks on your thumb. “You’re okay with this?” you ask, tracing your free hand over his abdomen and watching his muscles contract. He groans against your finger as you continuously graze your nails lower down his body. The boy nods eagerly. “Please.” he begs when you pull your finger away. Please what? you’re tempted to tease him. But he’s been so good for you today, you think you’ll go easy on him.

“Let me know if you want me to stop.” is the last thing you say.

You take the melting ice cube into your hands once more and drag it down Junkyu’s chest in one long, drawn out line. He clenches his teeth at the feeling, watching you as your tongue laps up the wet trail. You drag the ice cube over his chest, your tongue always close behind. Junkyu feels insane at the heavenly feeling of your warm tongue tracing over the remnants that the cool, stinging cube left behind. He bites his lip, relaxing as he gets used to the contrast in temperature. He doesn’t get to rest for long though because the feeling of the ice cube tracing over his hardened nipple has him gasping.

Unlike the other times, you don’t trace your tongue over it just yet. You opt to continue swirling the cube around, until Junkyu’s nipple is pink and perfectly taut. He begins to fidget at the cold feeling so you oblige and suck his nipple into your mouth.

Junkyu’s mewl could put a whore to shame. His back arched into you as you bite down on it playfully before letting it go. “Y/N” he moans pathetically. “Hm?” you hum against his chest as you repeat the action with his other nipple. Junkyu cries out when you bite a bit harder this time, bucking his hips into the air helplessly. You continue the action, alternating between biting down and flicking your tongue. Once you’re satisfied with one, you do the same to the other until Junkyu is crying for you to stop.

“I’m g-gon-gonna cum,” he wails.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head. “Not yet. You can wait a little longer for me, can’t you?”

He nods. “What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.”

You look to the cup and grab another ice cube. The temperature in the room is a lot warmer now and they’re beginning to melt. On the plus side, it’s that much easier to glide them against Junkyu’s skin, watching as it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

You suck on the cube again, your tongue exceptionally cold as you straddle the lower half of Junkyu’s body and kiss your way down. Once your face reaches his hips, you suck the ice cube again, your tongue tracing over Junkyu’s cock. You could see the vein pulsating, more precum dripping down his cock at his excitement. “Fuck,” he groans absolutely reeling at the feeling of finally being touched where he needed it most. You play with the ice a bit more, warming it in your hands and letting it drip over his length, your tongue always licking it up right after.

Junkyu watches as your left hand wraps around his length, spit dripping from your mouth down the shaft before giving a few weak tugs. Your tongue traces around the head, your eyes meet Junkyu’s for a fleeting second as you look up. His face is flushed, his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. He’s watching you with such a dazed yet intense look, you can feel your insides tingling. You place the rapidly melting ice against the head of his cock. Junkyu whimpering at the cold feeling.

His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a huff. You wrap your lips around his length and sink down until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh, fuck,” he moans out. You began bobbing your head, putting one hand on his thigh to steady yourself and the other to help you blow him. His hands grip the sheets to keep himself from tangling in your hair. It takes everything in him to keep still as you continue to blow him.

You lick from the base of his cock to the tip, making sure to trace your tongue over the vein. The more you get into it, the more Junkyu does too. You can tell that he’s not going to last much longer because he’s thrown all precaution to the wind. He’s no longer cautious of any sound he might make or about keeping as still as he can. He’s rolling his hips up trying to get as much of your mouth around him in one go as you can. The obscene sounds of you swallowing around his length and the fact that you’ve been teasing him for so long already have him on the edge of an orgasm.

“Shit, that feels so good,” Junkyu moans.

You’re swirling your tongue around Junkyu’s shaft and bobbing down as much as you can when Junkyu’s hips buck up. You moan and gag at the sudden intrusion; Junkyu’s eyes roll to the back of his head. You pull off of him, your saliva thickly coating his dick as you stroke him. The ice has long melted and your cold, wet fingers are now warm too.

You fish out the last ice cube from the cup which is now mostly water and use it to stroke Junkyu to orgasm. He’s thrashing underneath you, pleas to cum and whines of how good it feels spilling from his lips. He’s so close.

You change positions and straddle him again, your hand coming between your bodies to stroke him fast while the other fondles his balls. Your lips get to work marking his neck and chest, reddish spots blooming on his sensitive skin. He becomes overtaken by the pleasure of your mouth and hands on his body, his hips begin to speed up in time with the movements of your hand. You continue this movement until moments later Junkyu is spilling all over his stomach (and yours). You stroke him through his orgasm, continuing until the tears in his eyes are spilling over and he’s gripping at your wrist, body trembling at the oversensitivity.

“You did so well, kyu.” you pat his head, running your fingers softly through his hair as he steadies his breathing and comes back from his haze. He looks at you with the cutest smile, it’s tinged with sleepiness and you know he’ll doze off any second.

“Was that good? It wasn’t too much was it?” you walk over to the bathroom in the other side of the room and rinse a towel in warm water. Junkyu’s drinking water from a bottle you had put on the nightstand as you approach him.

“Was so good,”

You clean him up with the towel, discarding it into the dirty clothes bin when you’re done.

You drink some water yourself and you both get changed into pajamas before assuming your positions in bed, this time in your usual cuddling positions.

“Good night, Y/N” he yawns, snuggling into your chest.

“Sleep tight, baby.” you wrap your arms around him and the both of you doze off into a deep sleep.

#treasure smut #junkyu smut #kim junkyu #treasure scenarios #treasure drabbles #junkyu scenarios #junkyu #junkyu drabbles #i have sub!kyu brainrot now so i love it here #also will try to post a hyunsuk thing im doing soon #and maybe smthn else but #i have finals soon so i might not have much time :/#we'll see

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saintodo · 2 years

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(^≗ω≗^) anon AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH irtuwiotuweituwr i know what you mean normal gojo is pathetic but in a way that makes me wanna put him on his place (lovingly) but catboy gojo? oh lord i just wanna be mean for the sake of being the one to wipe his tears away🥺he's pathetic in a way thats adorable iyroweyriw

aaaahhhh me too my back really hurts but alas let us just see how this will go😔also ik what you mean by public seggs its its... okay but like please go somewhere private?? oiruwieruwor ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF THAT UNCOMFY SHIT SO--

Imagine nanami being your co-worker who you are in good terms with in and outside of work becoming more and more smitten w your widdle kitty despite the circumstances (your satoru being a lil shit and nanami being well not) each day that it reaches a breaking point which he feels guilty for and originally thought of ignoring it but then felt guilty after learning that you and satoru just got upset about him ignoring the both of you so instead he just asks your permission (bc his mama raised him right obviously 🙄) and ofc who are you to deny such a lovely future househusband💝 coworker?

so here you are in the comfort of your home with your little kitty bare in your lap and his legs stretched apart revealing his cock and hole which you toy and treat so fucking well that your precious kitty keeps on creaming lots and lots and with nanami in front of the show and his cock free thats looking red and leaking but can't touch even himself and can only watch as you continue to fuck your kitty in front of him because obviously you need to show how to handle such an obnoxious kitty right when your not around right? and what better way than a demonstration? of course he'll get a hands-on experience but only if he gets how to treat your kitty in that head of hi (if he can even think straight that is huehue and of course you'll show him that you can treat him just as well too he needs to work really hard for it first though but thats for another time later💕)

im just gonna put everything under a read more so this doesn’t take up too much space!!!

♡ word count: 660

♡ warnings: gn!reader, sub!gojo, hybrid stuff, talk of public sex and exhibitionism, vouyerist nanami??, some sexual content

normal gojo and catboy gojo are both infuriating menaces, but catboy gojo is a CATBOY!!!!!!! he is so cute. i like the thought of hybrid catboy gojo who actually transforms into a kitty. i want him to curl up on my lap and let me pet him while im watching tv. when he’s in his more human form, he has fluffy white cat ears on top of his head and a matching fluffy tail that he swings in your face when he’s trying to get your attention.

i can understand the appeal of public sex but i get anxious super easily and i would just be STRESSED the entire time of getting caught which would make the experience not fun ://

ok ok now let’s get into the goodies. THIS CONCEPT IS SO TOP TIER !!!!! g*d i love imagining nanami slowly liking catboy gojo even though he cannot comprehend it. and he feels so guilty because you’re his coworker and friend, and he likes your hybrid. (he likes you too but that’s too much for nanami to admit.) so he begins to distance himself from you, making excuses for why he can’t talk right now or can’t hangout after work is over like you normally do.

and you cannot figure out why all of a sudden, nanami wants nothing to do with you. it’s only when you complain about it to gojo that you start to think you know why. so you confront nanami one day during your lunch break (of all times) and just bluntly ask if he likes gojo. he’s caught off guard, but doesn’t deny it. he can’t lie to you about something like that- you have a right to know. he stiffly apologizes before you wave it off.

he’s surprised by how...relieved you appear.

“oh, good. i thought you hated me or something, kento.” you slump back into your chair, weight sagging. “well, if that’s the only thing that’s been bothering you…” you place your elbows on the table and fold your hands together, leaning your chin on top of them. the corners of your lips curve into a seemingly innocent smile, but the gleam in your eyes says otherwise. “you wanna come over and watch me play with satoru?”

whatever nanami thought you were going to say, it surely was not that. he doesn’t say anything, only raising a slight brow.

“you don’t have to answer that right now if you don’t wanna. but you can come over to my place at seven on friday if you’re curious,” you shrug before taking another bite of your bento. the rest of your lunch break passes in silence. nanami’s thoughts revolve around your words while you look completely at ease, happily munching away on your rice.

when friday comes, nanami knows he made the correct decision. he’s unsure what will happen from this point forward, but that’s something to think about later. right now, all he can think about is how pretty gojo looks spread out on your lap.

he’s impressed by how well you’re able to tame the hybrid. normally gojo is so mouthy and bratty, but now, he’s reduced to nothing but a puddle of pleasure as you curl your fingers to prod at his prostate.

“isn’t he pretty, kento?” you murmur as you trail kisses down gojo’s neck and shoulders. the hybrid’s hips jerk when you run your hand around his length. he moans when your fingers brush over his red and dripping head, leaking from how many times he’s cum already.

from across the room, nanami sits in a sitting chair and observes the scene laid out in front of him. his cock is hard as a brick in his slacks, and he shifts in his seat to slowly loosen his belt with his thick fingers .

“maybe, i’ll even let you touch him another time,” you muse as you bite down onto the curve of gojo’s shoulder, marking him as yours.

#fjaksjsjaldisldjsj i cut myself off because i rly wanna write a fic about catboy gojo and nanami and reader #saint.anonymous #around the hearth #saint.gojo satoru #saint.nanami kento #shrine.jujutsu kaisen #catboy gojo #saint.(^≗ω≗^)#I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL NONNIE <33 #tw hybrids #tw dom reader #sin too much

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