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The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you...” He looks shocked that you knew.

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry.

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?”

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily.

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles.

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth.

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut.

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder.

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor.

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris.

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel.

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely.

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace.

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs.

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body.

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt.

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want.

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching.

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you.

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip.

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh.

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.

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meiliarotten · 9 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 1: Bitte (Begging)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader gets to dominate for once and by God is she gonna enjoy it.

Tags: Edging, hair pulling, dom/sub, dominant reader

Word Count: 2.7k

The Masterlist

It wasn’t that the sex was unsatisfying. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Medic was attentive to your reactions, and he always found ways to make you beg and scream and writhe beneath him. In fact, it was practically routine at this point.

That was the real problem. The routine. There wasn’t really any variation to be had. You couldn’t be content with the same thing forever. Even if it was satisfying in the end, you needed a bit more to feel truly fulfilled. The buildup was important to you, and recently that essential factor had become mundane.

You were growing bored, and that deeply concerned you. Sex should never be boring. That was a rule to be lived by, and so you vowed to yourself; the next time you and Medic were together, something was going to change. You figured it was about time the two of you switched roles.

As luck would have it, your opportunity presented itself that evening. Medic caught you off guard in the halls, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. Immediately, he was ambushing your neck with kisses and running his hands over your hips, making his intentions clear. Once the two of you were in the privacy of his quarters, you would make your intentions clear as well.

Slowly, the two of you made your way to Medic’s room. With how many times you had paused to kiss or grasp at each other along the way, it was a wonder how you had managed to get there without getting caught by someone wandering the halls. Once in the room, Medic wasted no time guiding you to the bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

He pressed his lips roughly against yours, taking advantage of your surprised moan to slip his tongue between your lips. You shivered as you felt his hands begin to explore beneath your shirt. The feeling of his tongue against yours and his deft fingers trailing up your spine clouded your thoughts. You finally pulled away before you could lose track of your plan. It was now or never.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Medic asked, immediately noticing that you had something on your mind. He was perceptive like that.

“I want to be in charge this time,” you said, meeting his gaze with a determined glint in your eye. The look you were met with was doubtful, but it only bolstered your conviction. If he doubted your ability to take control, then it would only make it sweeter to prove him wrong in the end.

“Very well,” Medic said after a moment. He leaned back on the bed, pulling you along so that you were sitting atop him. You wavered for a moment when you saw his expression; so perfectly smug.

Oh, you recognized that look. He expected you to give in. He expected you to ride on top for a bit only to then be flipped over and fucked senseless like always. Admittedly, you had done it that way a few times before, but if that’s what he thought was going to happen tonight, he was in for a surprise.

Quickly, you unzipped Medic’s fly, pulling his waistband down just far enough to release the beginnings of his erection. Wasting no time, you gripped his cock, intent on stroking him to full hardness.

“Easy now,” you whispered when he tried to thrust up into your grip. You placed your unoccupied hand against his hip, a gentle warning that he should keep himself still.

You watched him try to restrain himself. The moment he was fully hard, you stopped using your full hand to jerk him off. Rather, you gently teased him by dragging your fingertips up his shaft, letting your thumb rub over the head every so often.

“Don’t come just yet, doctor,” you warned, suppressing a laugh at the way he bit his lip to keep from moaning, only allowing soft gasps and sighs to escape every now and then.

“Meine liebe, please,” Medic begged, but you could tell he was just humoring you. His plea was just for show, and it wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to beg you for release. You wanted to hear him whine.

“No, not yet,” you said, returning to a full handed grip, but moving agonizingly slow. When Medic bucked up into your grasp again, you immediately removed your hand. The genuinely needy whine that you got in response made it somewhat difficult for you to keep up the cold, domineering gaze you were trying to maintain.

“None of that,” you ordered. “I’m in charge tonight. Do you understand?”

“Liebling,” Medic said gently, trying to appeal to your more affectionate side. But there would be none of that tonight. You took hold of Medic’s chin, mirroring a gesture he had used on you multiple times. His look of surprise at the tables being turned was quite rewarding.

“Do you understand?” You asked, more firmly this time.

Medic seemed rendered speechless for a moment, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of that. After a few moments he finally managed to answer you.

“I understand.”

“Good,” you responded curtly. You glanced aside, thinking about how to proceed. Medic looked up at you curiously, waiting for your next move. After pondering for a moment, you decided you knew exactly what needed to happen next.

“I want you on your knees,” you said, rolling off of Medic’s lap and motioning to the floor.

Medic blinked for a moment, actually looking quite surprised, “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself again,” you said, taking him by the tie once again and pulling it once as a warning. You couldn’t be sure, but you could have sworn you heard him whimper at the action.

He obeyed, albeit hesitantly, and dropped to the floor in front of you. You stood, quickly dropping your pants and underwear before sitting back down at the edge of the bed. Taking him by the tie again, you pulled him forward slightly. Medic’s breath hitched as you did so, understanding your wordless command.

He leaned forward between your legs. You bucked your hips forward before he even had the chance to make contact for himself, eliciting a surprised grunt, which quickly turned into an eager moan as he delved his tongue into you. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you forward a bit as he flicked his tongue up against your clit.

“That’s it, right there,” you sighed, sprinkling words of praise in between your firm instructions.You released your grip on the tie only to weave your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly just to see if you could get a good reaction. Medic groaned in response, and the vibrations against your clit made you gasp.

A few more well placed thrusts of Medic’s tongue, coupled with the way he moaned against your clit, had you coming within the next few moments. Medic caressed your shaking thighs, patiently waiting for you to ride out the waves of your release.

“Fuck, that was good,” you muttered as the aftershocks finally subsided. You finally released your grip on Medic’s hair and he pulled back to look up at you as you basked in the afterglow.

“Danke, I love making you feel good, meine liebe,” Medic said in a sweet tone, clearly hoping you would reward him for his efforts. Part of you almost wanted to give in, pull him on top of you and let him do as he wished, but you resisted. You still weren’t done with your fun.

“Up here, now,” you ordered, softly but firmly, patting the empty space next to you on the mattress.

Medic obeyed much less hesitantly this time, only pausing to remove his own pants completely, discarding them next to yours. He climbed up onto the bed with an eager grin, sitting next to you and looking at you expectantly, awaiting further instruction. You couldn’t help but smirk at how quickly you had been able to tame him.

“Now, if you promise to behave, I’ll let you finish too,” you said, reaching out to caress his cheek.

“I promise,” Medic said, and this time you were definitely sure you heard a whimper in his voice.

You gripped his cock again, not yet moving your hand. “Be good, or I’ll stop again,” you warned, before proceeding.

You watched Medic resist the urge to thrust into your grip as you stroked him. You whispered praise into his ear, knowing it was a weakness of his. It was cute to see his face flush at your words and actions, and you loved to hear him moan at the sensation of your hands on him. However, the moment you heard those sounds start to reach a peak, you stopped. You let your fingers trail up the shaft, allowing for some stimulation, but definitely not enough to push Medic over the edge.

“You said you would stop teasing me,” Medic groaned, looking at you with a combination of confusion and indignation.

“No, I said you could come. I never said when,” you corrected him with a devious smirk, pausing to press a kiss to his neck. You heard him mutter to himself as you continued to deny him any gratification.

“Mein Gott, darling. How long do you plan for this to go on?” He asked.

“That’s for me to decide,” you said. “You did say I could be in charge, after all.”

You continued this cycle of denial a few more times, letting Medic get to the edge before stopping to press teasing kisses to his neck and face as he whined. You loved it. You loved watching him squirm, and you loved that you were the one doing this to him.

You couldn’t deny that you were impressed at his restraint. He listened to you well, keeping his hips still as you stroked him. Of course, the threat of you dragging this out longer was probably enough incentive for him to behave. Still, it must have been quite the feat of self restraint.

“Schatz, please!” Medic groaned at one point after you had let him get particularly close, almost too close.

You cut off his desperate plea with a kiss. He moaned as you slid your tongue between his lips. You traveled down his jaw and neck, relishing the sound of him begging and pleading for more, for release.

“Patience, Medic,” you said, playfully chastising him for his restlessness.

“Bitte, liebe, I need to-” he never got to finish his sentence, as you cut him off once again, this time not with a kiss, but with a firm tug on his tie.

“Not until I say so,” you gripped the fabric a bit tighter for emphasis. Your other hand trailed down his body to start stroking him again.

Precum leaked and dripped freely down the length of Medic’s cock at this point, becoming slicker with each pass of your hand. You carefully alternated between tantalizing him with the tips of your fingers and stroking him in earnest. You practically had this down to a science at this point, listening intently to the intensity of Medic’s moans, knowing how he sounded when he was close, and therefore knowing just when to stop. All this was done to the tune of desperate begging.

Every “please,” and every “bitte” was music to your ears, and you made sure he knew it, whispering your approval in his ear and making him shiver. “I like that, keep saying that.”

“Bitte darling, please…”

“Please what?” You asked, pausing to look him in the eyes. A more gentle smile replaced the smirk on your lips, giving him a hint of hope that you may have mercy on him.

“Please let me come!” He gasped with a shuddering breath. His hands gripped the bed sheets as he watched you stroke him so agonizingly slow. Just enough to keep him on the edge but never enough to push him over it.

“Only when I say so, liebe ,” you whispered, your voice dropping lower as you made an effort to tease him in his native language, something he had done to you several times before. The hitch in his breath told you that you had hit your mark, and you laughed softly, using your unoccupied hand to trail along his thighs and and hips.

It was an intoxicating sight to see the man who you had let dominate you so many times moan and plead for your touch. You weren’t sure how long you had kept him on the edge at this point. It was such a lovely view, part of you didn’t want it to end.

“Darling, bitte, let me come!” Medic sobbed, managing to form some kind of coherent sentence through his desperate moans. “Bitte, mein herrin!”

You sighed, looking over the mess you had made of your dear doctor. As lovely of a sight as it was, it had to end eventually, and you decided you were satisfied with your work.

“Guter junge, liebe. You can finish, go on,” you whispered, grasping Medic’s cock and stroking him fast, finally intent on letting him come.

And he did so almost immediately, teeth clenched and hands gripping the edges of the mattress. Gasping and moaning in a delirious blend of English and German, he came undone in your hand after aching for release for so long.

Medic collapsed back onto the bed, a euphoric grin spreading across his face. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you cleaned your hands off, admiring him splayed out and satisfied all thanks to you. Laying down next to him, you loosened his necktie- now severely wrinkled thanks to being repeatedly misused as a leash- and removed it, tossing it aside before undoing the top few buttons of his shirt to allow him to cool off.

“Danke liebling,” Medic finally said after taking a few minutes to lounge in the afterglow. “That was far better than I anticipated.”

A wide smile stretched across your face as you took the praise to heart. You shifted a bit closer to throw an arm over Medic’s chest. His arms wrapped around you in response, pulling you close against his warm body with ease.

“I must ask, did you study German just for this, liebling?” Medic asked.

“Honestly, I didn’t learn much. Most of what I said was just repeating things I’ve heard you say,” you admitted, “Hopefully it wasn’t too bad.”

“Not at all. In fact, your accent was quite good,” Medic said, his face growing flushed now as he recalled how you had spoken to him. “It was incredibly erotic as well, I must admit.”

You grinned at that little confession, but you also couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you were able to focus on my accent in the heat of the moment,” you said, words dripping with sarcasm. Medic only scoffed in response.

“Don’t scoff at me! I’m serious!” You said, although the giggles that you failed to suppress implied otherwise. “Honestly, I rather liked being the dominant one for once.”

You craned your neck upwards, breath tickling Medic’s ear and making him shudder slightly. A bit of that dominant tone you had made use of earlier began to shine through again. “I might ask for it more often, especially if it means I get to see you desperate like that.”

“I obeyed without question because it was your first time in charge, liebling. But after seeing the skill you displayed today, I might put up more of a fight,” Medic said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You will have to put a bit more work in to make me beg like that next time.”

While you were a bit put off at the fact that Medic had basically just admitted to going easy on you. However those feelings were eclipsed by the promise of a ‘next time.’ You weren’t sure how to respond for a moment.

“What’s wrong? Is mein herrin afraid of a challenge?” Medic asked, apparently interpreting your silence as reluctance. He couldn’t be more wrong.

“No. In fact, I look forward to it,” you said, gently biting Medic’s neck to emphasize your point. He grabbed your chin and kissed you hard in response, only parting from you to whisper in your ear.

“You did well today, but I hope you know that I am going to get you back for all this teasing, meine liebe. Next time, it will be your turn to beg .”

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #tf2 smut #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #medic x reader #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 #merc x reader #tf2 x reader

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meetmyevilways · 2 years

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Finish it

Darkling x Reader

The prompts are taken from the-purity-pen's List.

Kinktober Masterlist

Prompt: 14. Temperature Play || Bath/Shower || Swallowing

Plot: You are the Darkling’s personal healer but you’ve both come to care more about the other than intended and he doesn’t handle the best way when he sees you hurt…

Warnings: at the end, so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post

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Another attempt on his life.

Since the Darkling took over as the king many had tried to kill him in various ways. All had failed, they had no chance to begin with, but they could do some bothersome damage that made him need a healer.

You were chosen many months ago, tested for your power and loyalty before your place solidified by his side. You were there to heal him but he witnessed your talents in battle too. At that time he was impressed, now he was radiating nothing but anger.

Aleksander insisted you get your wounds taken care of before you could tend to him. He was so angry with you for putting yourself in danger that he could barely look at you.

When you entered his chambers, he was sitting in the tub, the water black from his cursed blood.

He didn’t speak as you cleaned his wounds but you could see his reaction to your soft touches as you slowly made all injuries disappear.

When you were done he was still glaring ahead, not sparing a glance at you so you thought it best to leave but he had other plans.

Just as you were standing, half turned to leave, he pulled you into the tub. The scene becoming a mockery of a cherished memory from the beginning of your relationship as you hear his demand.

“Finish it!” He almost growls as he pulls your hips flush to his own, and for the first time since you’ve met him, you feel fear in his presence.

With trembling hands, you find his hardened cock beneath you and pull your gown up to your middle, out of the way. A shaky breath leaves you when the tip nudges at your entrance, followed by a sharp intake and a silent scream as he impales you on his lenght.

You cry out as he takes out his anger on you, he wants it to hurt, you can feel the dark intent to punish you for disobeying his order.

His grip is bruising on your hip as he holds you in place for the painful snaps, hammering his way too big cock into your unprepared body until the pain bleeds into pleasure. His other hand holding you by your nape, his burning stare fixated on you, daring you to look away but soon enough your eyes become unseeing as your orgasm hits you.

The Darkling doesn’t stop at your weak whimpers or even after the next time you convulse around him. His unrelenting pace gets you to come three times after the first and most painful one. Every snap of his hips feels like a stab in your womb, your walls raw and your body plaint because of him but he doesn’t stop.

He drags out the last one, it feels like he’s been fucking you for hours, and maybe he has, although he doesn’t show any signs of tiredness. The water is cold around you and at least half of it landed on the floor by the way he moved your bodies as he kept using you.

He starts to quicken the pace and then lose the rhythm you know he’s close so you silently beg that this would sate him now as you are not sure you could take any more of this. When he began he was holding you to guide your movements, now he has to hold you up because you had no strenght left to do it yourself. Oddly, you still feel safe with him to let go like that.

You don’t have time to wonder over that because a few, precise, hard thrusts has him coming deep inside you, triggering your own high that makes your body tense and has your eyes rolling back while you helplessly take every drop of his cum that he not only pumps into you but pushes in with a few more punishing push of his still hard length. That triggers another, violent orgasm that leaves him impossibly more wet as your body rewards him for what was intended as punishment.

When you come down from your high, exhausted and hurting all over, he is still inside you and for a moment you tense, afraid he is not done but he holds you gently soothing you with gentle words that almost sound like an apology.

You sit there like that for a while, trying to get over what just happened when he speaks.

“I loved another, a long time ago. She was so much like you. I can't lose you too.” His words were meant to reassure you but they cause more pain than his earlier treatment ever could. He could tell though, the track of thoughts that led you to believe that you were only a replacement for him.

Aleksander guided your gaze to him by your chin, holding your face in his palms, caressing lightly as he let you see his darkest and most vulnerable state for the second time since you have known him.

It should have scared you, especially after what just happened but you loved your king too much to care about the dangers. It was rather silly, that the thought of his affection turning out to be insincere scares you more than anything this powerful, dark saint could inflict on you.

“You misunderstood me, milaya. You know I lived many lifetimes before I met you.” It wasn’t phrased as a question but he waited for your nod before continuing. “I loved very few before you,” he planted a light kiss on your lips with a sad smile that did not reflect any emotion in his eyes “a part of me died each time I lost one of them.”

Another long silence as his well-practised mask slips back into place for a moment, then a struggle to open up to you again. “I love you with all my heart, and that’s something you should fear rather than cherish but I’m too selfish to let you go…”

“I’m here.” You interrupt him with a strained voice. For the first time, you return his caress, more confident in your feelings than ever. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

He gives you another sad smile, this time his dark eyes shine with love and grief for you.

Aleksander is attentive in the next few days, keeping you close through the day and even closer during the nights. This attention only gets more intense after he makes you his queen.

Some people still call your king a monster but you know the man beneath all that darkness and you accepted all of him, knowing your life will be difficult sometimes but trusting that that passionate and probably little twisted love of yours would be just as eternal as your Darkling.

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Warnings: dubcon, um… well… not really healthy relationship, blood, injuries, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected PiV, self-doubt, unexpected dark fluff (that's a thing, I just made it so) and happy ending?

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #the darkling #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #dark fic

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Lukanette~Panties&Lingerie

Summary:

Marinette is making a new fashion line inspired by Paris' Heroes with a special line of lingerie to match. She gives Luka a sneak peek.

Ao3 Tags:

Lingerie, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, they deserve better, post-identity reveal, Post-Hawk Moth Defeat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Deserves Better, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Deserves Happiness, Luka Couffaine Loves Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Deserves Better, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Has Me Salty, Not Canon Compliant, Snake Luka Couffaine | Viperion, Snake Tongue, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Lesbian Chloé Bourgeois, no one is straight, Miraculous Ladybug Salt, Sex Toys Under Clothing

Notes:

Now for the one I am most reluctant to put on this hellsite because I've heard the anti horror stories. Antis? Treat this like an early 2000s yaoi. Don't like? Don't read!

They both deserve so much better than how cannon is treating them.

I am not straight. I do not know how to write straight sex. This was an adventure.

They are adults, and also I like the idea of them getting some of the traits from their animal the longer they wear their miraculous so :)

“How are you so talented?” Luka smiles at Marinette as he hands her back the few designs he’s been permitted to look at.

Marinette’s cheeks darken as she bumps him with her shoulder. “They’re just drafts for the Hero series.”

“And they’re only the drafts?” He looks at he in awe making her giggle.

“I’m thinking of trying a special sub-line this time, too.” She hums, a dash of mischief in her voice as she pulls a few new ones from the folder as well.

Luka tilts his head at the look in her eyes but takes the papers to look at and almost chokes on his spit. In his hands are sketches for what appears to be a his and hers lingerie line of what will probably be all the heroes who have worked alongside Ladybug, and he suddenly understands why Marinette spent so much time having him, Ivan, Mylene, and Alix transform through whatever miraculous hadn’t been used by the opposite sex. She must have been seeing how they would manifest between the different styles, sexes, and body types.

Help in his hands were the designs for what looked like the mouse, the fox, and the dragon. Each was in the colors of the appropriate kwami with their accent colors appearing like they will have a shimmer to them. He looked over the lacey hood and rope...whip?...the tail of the mouse, the obvious fox play aspects in orange, and the elegant Chinese inspiration for the dragon until something occurred to him and his head snaps up to look at Mari.

“Is there a snake design?” He asks wide-eyed, suddenly realizing that was the exact reason for her behavior as he sees the smug look on her face. His mind races through possibilities of how Sass’s colors will play with her eyes and flops back against the couch with a groan. “Please tell me you already have a test run made.”

“Hmm. Maybe.” Marinette smirks, slipping the designs back in her portfolio carefully. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Luka sighs dramatically, sinking further into the couch. “How did I get such a talented, pretty, and beyond amazing girlfriend?” He asks, just to see the pink dust her cheeks at the praise. Even after all these years of him desperately trying to fix the damage her so-called friends caused, she still can’t handle genuine compliments. At least she’s stopped denying them.

“Flattery will get you nowhere this time.” Marinette giggles as she flops equally dramatically across his lap. “At least not any faster anyway.”

“So you do have one ready?” He hums with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Well of course I’m going to use my favorite hero for my pitch to the boss.” She smiles slyly, playing with a button on his shirt. “By the look of things, it might be done by Friday.”

Luka’s eyes lit up at her hidden meaning. “Just in time for date night?”

“Might be literally just in time if the dark teal shimmer lace doesn’t stop catching.” She pouts, looking at the bangle around his wrist in annoyance. “Would be a great time for someone to let me borrow him for Second Chance, but nOooo. Someone is too attached to their holder.”

“Itsss not my fault he’sss the besst holder I’ve had sssince the American Revolution,” Sass smirks from where he has landed on Luka’s shoulder. “And while you’re a fantassstic Ladybug and an amazing Guardian, you put too much on yourssself which is not a good thing for timeliness. Even if itsss jussst fussssy fabric.”

Marinette pouts up at the small snake, trying to use her puppy eyes.

“Thossse only work on Luka.” The snake snickers as he flies out of range of the pillow thrown at him in embarrassment.

“Sssshush you! They do not!” Luka huffs at his kwami while trying to ignore the hiss that slipped out even as his ears turn pink.

Marinette and Sass look at each other before looking back to the guitar player with deadpan expressions.

“What?” Luka sighs, knowing he’s already about to get tag teamed.

“Hey, Marinette? Remember that one egg disssh?” Sass hisses.

“The kind of smelly one that tastes really good, but someone won’t let in the house?” Marinette hums innocently. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I sssudenly got a craving for it and had to ussse Sssecond Chanccce too many timesss today. Think we can have it tonight?” Sass sighs with dramatics more befitting of Plagg than the snake.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” Marinette grins before looking at Luka with her earlier puppy eyes. “Pleeeease, Luka?”

“Absolutely not, Marinette!” Tikki scolds as she zips into the room. “It took all weekend to get rid of that smell last time!”

“Tikki’s right. It does smell really ba-” Luka started to try but saw the girl’s lip wobble as she clasped her hands together. “Mari…”

“Please, Luka?” She pouts.

“Come on, Luka! Be strong!” Tikki tries to help despite knowing they’ve already lost.

“Mari, come on. Those won’t work…Not the whimper.” He sighs, letting his head flop back on the couch again. “What happened to the shy awkward girl on that boat all those years ago?”

“She got the world’s best boyfriend who showed her her worth?”

Luka sighs again. “I’ll open the windows…” He relents, ignoring Tikki’s groan and Mari and Sass’ celebration.

“I told you, Luka,” Sass smirks, ducking behind Marinette before the next pillow could get him.

“Ssshush you.” Luka hisses despite smiling fondly at the two. “Menacesss. The both of you.”

Marinette giggles, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling him up from the couch with her. “Come on, help me cook.”

Luka just smiles, letting himself be pulled to the kitchen as Tikki, Sass, and the non-permanent Kwamis zip around to open windows.

I ended up smelling foul the rest of the night, but the happy hums from Marinette and Sass were worth it.

~~~

“Mari~!” Luka calls from the entrance. “We’re gonna be late for the reservation! Should I cancel and we go to a cafe instead, or are you almost ready?” He had gotten used to changing plans a while ago when he found out she was Ladybug and they decided to try again so it didn’t really bother him.

“Coming! Coming!” Mari yells, jumping down the two entrance steps and struggling into her flats. “Sorry, the clasp broke on my purse and a certain dragon stole my spares because they looked like treasure.” She huffs, calling the dragon out despite knowing he’s across town with Kagami and probably did it the last time they visited. “Let’s go.” She smiles.

Luka chuckles at the kwami’s antics, offering his arm as he opened the door. “Find a substitute?”

“Yeah, luckily the Chat purse matches well enough with the teals of my dress.” She smiles, taking his arm as they leave the apartment. “Guessing you got us in at the hotel?”

“Mhmm.” Luka nods as he opens his jacket for Sass to fly into the pocket. “The fame has its perks, but it’s also nice that Chloe finally calmed down after she went away to college.”

“You’re telling me. She spoils Sabrina rotten now that they’re together. I thought the poor girl was going to combust.” Marinette giggles as they leave the building, hand in hand.

“Still wild to think that all those years, she was just pulling on your pigtails. You seriously had everyone in your class enamored with you didn’t you?”

Marinette flushes at the reminder, hiding her face in her coat. “Oh shush, Mr. Chat Noir’s Bi-Awakening.”

It was Luka’s turn to flush now as he laughed. “Fair enough. Probably would have asked to go for it if his two sides weren’t so horrible to you.” He smiles lovingly down at her.

“He’s in therapy after the Hawkmoth stuff so maybe one day.” She giggles, hip bumping him. “As long as you let me show Kagami how Adrien should have treated her.”

Luka chuckles at the mischief in her eyes. “I almost feel sorry for my fellow reptile if you get ahold of her. I thought you already started on her?”

Marinette slumps, pouting. “We’re still working on the being emotionally stunted. What’s with rich parents messing up their kids so much?”

Luka shrugs with a frown. “Almost glad it took my dad 16 years and me getting akumatized again to show up if that’s the result.”

Marinette frowns up at him, bumping their shoulders. “At least he’s trying now?”

Luka smiles at her, bumping her back. “Yeah. It still feels like babysitting when we hang out, but it’s nice to see him and Juleka finally bonding now that Roaar’s helping her. Good choice as always by the way.”

Marinette beams up at him, and his smile turns fond as they enter the restaurant and get seated. As they separate to go to their separate seats across from each other, however, Luka finally realizes Marinette had slipped something into his hand while they were walking. His brow furrows as he looks at her, only to be met with her mischievous look from behind her menu.

“Uh, Mari, what is thi- Oh.” He turns the small rectangle in his hand as he begins to question her before he finally sees the brand name on what he realizes is a remote and it finally clicks what he’s holding. He looks back up at her with a smirk. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be the one with the fox?”

“Nah, Nathaniel is doing much better with it than I ever could.” She giggles, waving him off. “Though Trix and Marc are probably going to be the death of him.”

“Probably.” He hums in agreeance as he slips the remote into his lap so she can’t see it. “So how is your new pitch going?”

“Almost done.” She sighs, looking through the menu. “I got the one project done today finally.” She hides the smirk behind the menu as she watches the meaning click and his head snap up to look at her. “I’m wearing it now.”

Luka’s eyes spark in interest as he looks her over. “Oh?”

“Mhmm. Looks kind of like your original suit if it was lacey and showed off assets.” Marinette hums.

Luka groans under his breath while giving up on the menu. He’ll just end up ordering the same thing as a few months ago anyway. “What day is your meeting again?”

“Monday, so it needs to stay in one piece.” She warns, looking at him mischievously. “But it is washing machine safe.”

“Perfect.” He smiles before pressing the remote in his lap.

Marinette slaps a hand over her mouth to hide her squeak as she pretends to glare at him. “Getting right into it, huh?”

“How can I not when you’ve given me such a nice new toy?” He smiles at her innocently. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave when the waiter comes...As long as you do that is.”

His smile may look innocent, but the tilt of his head and the look in his eye sends a shiver down her spine as she suddenly feels like a mouse cornered by the snake. Marinette squirms in her seat with the toy not being the only thing getting to her. “And if I don’t?” She squeaks.

He just smiles as suddenly the vibration between her legs shoots to the max setting for about three seconds before dropping back down to a 2. It’s enough to make her have to cover her mouth though as she leans her head on the table.

“Understood?” He asks, brushing her bangs from her face when she looks up at him with a pout.

“I made a mistake didn’t I?”

“Maybe.” He chuckles before smiling at the waiter who comes to take their order.

The night continues with them laughing and teasing each other as they talk and each; only broken up occasionally when Luka sends the remote back to 10 for a few seconds before bringing it back down to the next highest setting.

By the time they leave the restaurant, the toy buzzing away inside Marinette is at a 7, and her legs feel ready to give out on her as she clings to Luka’s arm on the way back.

“Evil.” She pouts up at him as he holds the door open to their apartment building. She barely hides her moan as she enters the building and Luka raises it again in retaliation.

“Maybe a little.” He hums as they go up the stairs. “You did start it though.”

Marinette huffs, unable to deny it as she stumbles on the stairs a little.

Luka just chuckles at her pout, ruffling her hair a little as he unlocks the door and opens it for her.

What he forgot during his teasing, however, is that he just so happens to be dating Ladybug who despite her small, clumsy frame, is a lot stronger than she looks.

Marinette smiles, accepting his act of chivalry, but ass shoon as she’s over the threshold, it’s his turn to yelp as she pulls him inside and pins him against the door.

“I keep forgetting you can kick my ass.” Luka groans as he thumps his head against the door behind him. “Fuck it’s hot.”

“One of these days you’ll learn.” She hums as she starts manhandling him out of his coat despite the still very present size difference.

“Nah, the surprise is half the fun,” Luka smirks as he helps her get his coat off to let Sass out before picking her up so her legs can wrap around his hips as he carries her further into the apartment.

Marinette moans at his own little display of strength and is delighted to find him just as affected when she starts grinding herself against his front, causing him to almost stumble.

“Mariii~” Luka groans as he catches his footing and hurries the rest of the way to the room before she can do something else.

“Luka, please. Bend me over the counter for all I care, just get inside me now.” She moans in his ear before continuing to kiss and suck at his neck.

“Shit, Mari, you’re gonna kill me.” He moans before kicking open the door and dropping her on the bed. “Come on and show me the pretty lingerie you worked so hard on while I get out of these skinny jeans you insist I wear every date night.”

Marinette whines at being put down but hurries out of the coat on Viperion inspired dress to reveal her masterpiece underneath.

Luka’s breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. The sight of aqua lace dancing around her shoulders in a much daintier version of his shoulder pads and coming to rest in a point between her breast. The sight of that aqua connecting at her sides to the shimmering teal that she had fought so hard with to apparently craft the underwire before snaking down her sides and leaving her belly exposed. This teal then melted back into the aqua to create the panties which, now that he looked closely, had an open crotch. He groaned at the outfit, finally kicking his pants off and throwing his shirt somewhere before he crowded her into the bed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Mari?” He whispered as he trailed his fingers along the lace at her sides. ‘Open back, too.’

Marinette smirked a little as she palmed at the erection hanging between his legs hand his head dropped into her shoulder with a low moan. “I have an idea.”

“Which one of us was the evil one again?” He chuckles as he nips at the spot behind her ear that makes her gasp and squeeze him.

“Ah! Um, I think it’s a tie by now.” She says in a breathy giggle, moaning when his fingers travel between the open crotch.

“Any specific reason for this design choice?” Luka hums as he starts kissing down her body.

“Mmnm uh remember that one time we did it transformed, and turns out more than just your mouth turned reptilian?” Marinette blushes even as she tilts he head to give him more room.

“So these are like an inside joke? Others will just think it’s to tease, but you’ll know it’s from when I made you cry on my cocks?” He smirks and lets a finger slip inside. “God, you’re already soaked.”

“LUkaaa~!” She moans, trying to grind herself down on his finger.

“Shh, I’ve got you, Mari.” He chuckles as he dips the finger in and out while moving his head down to her exposed breast and sucking one of the pretty pink buds into his mouth.

“MmNm! More~! Please, Luka! Even one more!” She whines as she tries to get him deeper before moaning loudly as he sucks on her nipple.”AHh! Luka!”

“Mmm.” He smirks as he sucks and licks at the bud in his mouth. Suddenly he’s a little less annoyed at how long extended use of the snake miraculous has made his tongue as he flicks the forked tip before wrapping it around the nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, pulling the most beautiful notes from his Marinette’s mouth.

“Oh gods, your tongue!” Marinette moans, fingers latching into his hair to pull him closer. She’s so distracted that she doesn’t even realize he’s slipped a second finger in to retrieve the egg until she’s practically screaming when he starts teasing her clit with it. “Luka! Luka, please! More! I need more, please!” She whimpers as she grinds down on the egg sending electricity up her spine.

Luka hums around the bud in his mouth before switching to the other one and bringing the still buzzing egg to the one he just left and causing Marinette to arch off the bed.

“LukAaa~!” She whines, wiggling to either escape or get more, she doesn’t even know.

After a few moments of enjoying the small windows she left him at the top of the garment, he moves his face down to enjoy the main one. As he settles between her thighs, he makes sure to make eye contact before letting his tongue lull out to its full past chin-length.

“Thanksss for the dessssert.” He smirks before his tongue disappears inside her and she screams.

“LUKA~! AhHhhh~! Your tongue! Please, Luka! Gods! AhhhHhh~!” Marinette moans as her hands twist into his hair to bring him closer as he eats her out like a starving man.

He’s now beyond grateful for the long tongue as he presses it against her G-Spot while assaulting every last spot that makes her thighs tremble and clamp around his head like she plans to crush it. ‘God, I love her muscles.’ He moans into her, making her moan louder.

Within minutes he has her begging like she’ll die if she doesn’t get to cum soon, and all it takes is another flick of his tongue against her G-Spot and the egg being pressed to her clit, and she’s cumming hard across his face, clinging to his hair like she plans to drown him.

He would die happy even if she did.

She continues to grind against his face as she rides out her orgasm, before deflating into the mattress as a broken mess.

“You good, Mari?” Luka asks as he licks his face clean.

“Remind me to buy Sass more eggs for gifting you with that.” Marinette chuckles, shaking as she tries to sit up only to collapse once more with a pout. “I wanted you in me though…”

“I mean, that can still be arranged.” Luka laughs, gesturing to his still hard dick.

Mari licks her lips before making grabby hands at him. “Put me on your lap, and fuck me like you did in that alley after patrol last week.” She demands.

Luka groans but, after rolling a condom on, quickly moves to obey, pulling her into his arms as he kneels on the bed. “As you wish.”

Marinette wraps her arms around his neck and buries her head in his shoulder. “I’m more than ready.”

Luka chuckles at her eagerness as he eases her onto him, reveling in her quiet moan even though he’s in a similar state, moaning low as he’s swallowed by her tight heat. Once she’s fully seated, he stays still, trying to let her adjust, but Marinette apparently has other plans as she tries to bounce herself on his cock.

“Shit.” He curses as his head falls forward. “Now. Gotcha.” He huffs out a laugh before planting his feet more firmly and thrusting into her.

She lets out a squeak at the sudden action, but it quickly turns into more moans and pleas as he starts up the brutal pace he knows she craves.

“Why have the muscles if you’re not gonna use them. ” She had once said when he had tried to be gentle. The only times he managed to get away with that without being flipped on his back and rode within an inch of his life was whenever he had her tied up.

He’d be lying if he tried to say he wasn’t into it though.

“LUKAAAAA~!” Mari moaned in his ear as she clawed at his back, desperately trying to meet his thrusts.

“Gods, I love your sounds.” Luka groans as he snaps his hips harder and faster, changing the angle enough for him to tilt her back a bit and attack her chest again with his tongue.

“LukA~! Gods, please! More! Faster! AHhNngh~!” She cried out as she gripped his hair for leverage.

Luka hummed around the sensitive bud in his mouth, before licking a stripe up to her mouth and dominating a kiss with ease.

Marinette whined as she tasted herself on his tongue and her legs trembled again as another orgasm approached and she clawed at his shoulders once more in a warning.

Luka is by no means far behind, desperately holding back his own orgasm to let her cum again, but he doesn’t have to wait very long as soon enough her walls are clamping around him like a vice and milking him into the condom.

Marinette shudders as her second orgasm wracks through her body, moaning loudly as she feels his hips still and warmth fill the condom.

Soon enough, Luka is pulling out and tossing the tied-off condom into the nearby wastebasket so he can collapse onto the bed and pull Mari onto his chest.

“How are you so perfect?” Luka whispers into her hair as he spoils her with kisses.

“I could ask the same about you?” Marinette hums as she curls into his chest.

“I guess you just bring out the best in me.”

She wants to argue that he was like that before they even met, but she knows it will just end with her as red as a tomato if she tries to out compliment him.

“And you with me.” She smiles, kissing his chest. “I love you, Luka.”

“I love you, too. My perfect melody.”

It’s not long before they drift off to sleep, cuddled close, and with love-struck smiles on their faces.

Yeah, it was perfect.

#pro lukamari #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukamari #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous salt #miraculous smut #get adrien therapy then we'll talk #kinktober #kinktober 2021

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qtipcottonbuds · 1 year

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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝟮𝟴 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙆𝙄 [DEEPTHROATING]

this is from last year, something I didn't finish 🕴🏼but here it is now yes yes !! dis is a bit short though - it’s more like a ramble ish thing.

warnings ;; deepthroating, oral sex, possible mild language, hinting towards facials, werewolf!shigaraki, borderline hinting at face-fucking really, (this is a negotiated kink between the pair of you in the scene), rough sex etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

He’s barely hanging on by a thread, much more than he’d like to admit.

Strained in his movements, treading on the threshold between humanity and instinct - most notably by the way his palms grip into jean-clad thighs harshly, clawed fingernails scratching into the fabric. Tomura was far from inexperienced, having his fair share of sexual escapades; yet, he was anything but gentle. He didn’t want to be gentle - it wasn’t in his nature. Raw and desperate was his default approach, innate and primal - he didn’t have it in him to be kind, didn’t think himself capable of doing so.

Tentatively, he reaches out a shaky hand, unsure as to whether to latch onto the crown of your head, grounding himself in the tufts of hair. He didn’t want to hurt you. Instead he opts to allow his fingernails to graze across your scalp, catching through the strands. He could allow himself that, at least.

The reaction is abrupt, visceral; Tomura hadn’t expected you to be so sensitive, the mere actions of his fingertips guiding through your hair left you grunting, moaning into the engorged slit of his dick. If anything, it renewed your enthusiasm further, now suckling on the fattened glans, your own fingers sliding back and forth, nudging against puffy veins.

The vibrations from the groaning hit his cockhead immediately, thrumming through the flesh, and it’s all the incentive Tomura needs to shove his palms into your hair. Fingers thread through the tufts, curling and hooking into the roots, as he rocks his hips upwards without restraint, forcing your throat to accommodate to his girth - his eyes honing in on the sight of your throat visibly bulging around him, tears beading in the corners of your eyes and clinging to your eyelashes.

(You could take him, couldn’t you?)

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #kinktober with qtipcottonbuds #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #tomurashigaraki #mha shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #bnha smut #tenko shimura #gender neutral character #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #Shigaraki x gender neutral reader #shigaraki x male reader #shigaraki x female reader

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bangchanswolfpelt · 2 years

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Cherry Bomb

for @bluesoobinnie

request:

Day 15 and subby gyu ? 🥺🥺💖

cw: sub!Beomgyu; reader - unspecified pronouns/gender/junk; crossdressing; praise; hand job; cum eating

wordcount: 1,136 words

Anticipation has your skin buzzing as you wait for Beomgyu to come out, fingers itching as you listen to the rustle and clatter coming from the bathroom. When he finally cracks the door open slowly, he pokes his head out only to pop back in like a little arcade game, a mischievous grin on his face as your voice tugs him back out again.

“C’mon, Gyu, please.”

He looks so pretty for you, wearing the slip dress that you picked out just for him, and it suits Beomgyu just as perfectly as you knew it would. The dark crushed velvet is striking against his pale skin, flimsy straps leaving his broad shoulders and thick upper arms bare for you to admire, the front dipping into the valley of his chest prettily. The drape of the skirt emphasizes the slim line of his waist and hips, short enough to leave his long legs enticingly bare.

“What do you think?” He does a playful little spin for you, eyes sparkling, and it makes your heart jump so sweetly.

“Gorgeous,” is your only answer, as you take his hand to guide him to sit at your vanity, running your hands down the length of his legs as you drop to your knees, his muscles jumping under the light touch.

You’d spent an indulgently long time picking out the stockings you were going to wrap him up in—sheer or solid, simple or patterned, light or dark? In the end, you’d gone with a straightforward fishnet, black and finely woven, and as you set one long, elegant foot onto your lap to start working the first of the pair up his leg, you think you’ve made the perfect choice.

The fine, dark mesh clings to the delicate shape of his ankle, emphasizes the curve of his calf, stretches as his thigh thickens out. His breathing quickens as you move up his leg, long fingers bunching up the fabric of his skirt as he does his best to behave, and you just have to press a kiss to the side of his knee when you’re done—a test and a reward in equal measure.

You take just as much time rolling the second one up his leg, enjoying the way his eyes follow your hands, heavy-lidded and dark with desire. By the time you reach the top of his thigh, pale teeth are digging into the soft pink of his lip, and you can’t resist the urge to curl a finger under the band of the stocking, to snap the elastic against the firm muscle under your hands—a sharp inhale, narrowed eyes, and a sulky pout are your prize.

You climb onto Beomgyu's lap to kiss that pout you adore so much, catching his lower lip between your teeth, coaxing his tongue into your mouth for you to suck on.

The finishing touches are taken care of while you’re still straddling his lap—black eyeliner smudged carefully along silken eyelids, mascara brushed along long lashes. The gentle sweep of a soft makeup brush gives his cheeks a sweet, rosy hue, followed by a gentle dusting of shimmer along the sharp angles of his cheekbones. Mouth is slack, face relaxed under your touch, Gyu looks almost angelic, all that smooth skin and delicate bone structure resembling nothing so much as a masterpiece carved from marble.

You pull out a tube of gloss and tap it to your chin as you think, before swiping a thick layer along your own lips, leaning in to press a sloppy kiss to his dollish mouth. When you pull away, his lips are cherry-red and shiny, his eyes fluttering open at the sloppy application. Broad hands come to rest on your hips, light as butterflies, and you can feel him growing hard between your legs.

“I’ve been good, right?” His voice is low, the slightest whine creeping into his tone, but it’s easy to forgive when Beomgyu looks up at you through dark, heavy lashes. His fingers dig into your hips, but his own remain still beneath you—he’s learning to be patient. You stroke his hair out of his eyes, press a sticky kiss to his nose.

“You’ve been very good,” you reassure him warmly, smiling at the quiet little huff that escapes him, at the way his hands creep up your sides, but don’t pull you in. You count his breaths—one, two, three—then press another kiss to glossy lips, laughing into his mouth as they part beneath you.

His biceps are firm under your hands when you brace yourself against him, muscles shifting under smooth, soft skin, and you deepen the kiss with a flick of your tongue along sticky-sweet lips. The roll of your hips over his drags such sweet noises out of him, and you swallow up every breathy whimper greedily.

“Shhh, don’t worry, sweetheart.” You shift your hips to ruck up his skirt, wrap you hand around his cock and swallow down his moan with another sticky kiss. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

He’s hot in your hand, solid, and you can feel the delicate throb of the vein running up his underside beneath your thumb. You trace it up his length to swipe across the ruddy warmth of his head, gathering up precum to slick back down across his feverish skin. You can feel the tension coiled tight in his body, his hips stubborn and still even as his thighs twitch beneath your own, even as his cock pulses hard against your palm.

Your Gyu’s been learning to be patient, and you think he deserves a reward for it.

“You’ve been so good, so pretty for me. Don’t worry about making a mess, baby, just go ahead and let go.” You brush his hair from his eyes, words gentle in his ear even as your grip around his cock tightens, and he cums warm and thick across your hand.

As he softens in your grip, you release him to lift your hand to your mouth. It’s tacky as you swipe it along your lips, press them together then pucker up for him in a teasing pout, and he leans into your kiss eagerly. The slightest whine escapes when you suck his lower lip into your mouth to taste fake cherry and briny cum, catching him with your teeth as you pull away.

You rock back to take in the sight of him—cheeks flushed from exertion as much as makeup, lips stained cherry red and shiny with his own release—only to realize that you didn’t manage to catch all of he had to offer. Some of it’s spilled along his hiked up skirt, catching the light like freshwater pearls, but you can’t find it in you to mind—Beomgyu wears everything you give him so well.

#beomgyu smut #txt smut #sub!beomgyu #sub!txt #sub!idol #ficlets📓#txt👾#kinktober 2021 #lmao yes we're still doing this

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2af-afterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober '21 - Day 1: Hurry Home

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Leviathan/Main Character

Characters: Leviathan, Main Character

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), verbal instruction, edging, phone sex, drabble

Summary: Levi talks to you while he waits in line for a new game and you are busy back home.

A/N: Day 1 of kinktober! We are a go!

Word Count: 471

“So close,” your voice purrs over the phone, the sound of your breathing heavy and full of longing as your stomach lurched forward. The sound of your fingers digging into your soaking wet cunt, getting covered with your slick as you dragged them along your inner walls, “Please, let me cum. Want to cum for you.”

Levi listened with a faint blush on his cheeks, desperately hoping that no one around could hear your voice through the headphones he was wearing. Your voice was unbelievably tempting and if he wasn’t so close to the front of the line for this new game he would actually debate going home to you. Unfortunately, he was close, and so were you by the sounds of it.

“You know you can’t,” he says as he steps forward in the line.

“Please?” He has to move the receiver away from his ear as you scream, “Please, Levi, it hurts. I need to cum.” He’d been making you stop just before you could finish since he’d told you to start touching yourself.

“You can wait until I get home, right?” His tone teased you just over the phone, none of his intent was lost even through the background noise on his end that other fans in line were making, “Just keep going and I’ll take care of you all you want later.” He was looking forward to that ‘later’ too. There was something wonderful about your face full of desperation as your thighs rubbed together to try and find some relief, you crying and begging him to finally give you the release he’d been denying you for so long.

“Now,” he looked around cautiously, making sure no one was listening to him as he dropped his voice, “rub that cute clit of yours and tell me what you’re thinking about.”

With a whine, you pull your fingers out of your aching heat and press them against your sensitive clit, slowly rubbing circles around the tender ball of nerves and crying at how hard it is not to just give in and let yourself cum, “You. I’m thinking about your fingers touching me and your cock filling me.” Your pace began to pick up and you ignored that it was almost painful to touch yourself, “Please come home. I can’t take anymore. Need you inside of me so bad.”

He needed it too. Listening to you was going to be the death of him, especially if this line didn’t move any faster. The only good part of this was that by the end he would finally have his new game on release day and that you would be so pent up and needy that you would practically jump on him the second he walked through the door.

Both of those were things he was really looking forward to.

#2af writes #obey me smut #leviathan smut #afab fic #cw edging #cw phone sex #kinktober 2021

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danpuff-ao3 · 7 months

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Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,448. Underage. Ambiguous age. Student/teacher. First time. Harry/others. Student/teacher.

The sex is bad. Yet Severus wants.

Written for Kinktober 2021. Day 6: Parseltongue.

Recced by @perverse-idyll: Fics I want to keep track of (a list I'm truly humbled and awed to be on!)

Read on AO3

#self rec #danpuff writes #snarry #kinktober 2021

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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[Kinktober 2021: Breeding (18+)]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving system 08-10-2021

Day 8: [Breeding] / B̷o̷d̷y̷ ̷M̷o̷d̷i̷f̷i̷c̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ / S̷e̷n̷s̷o̷r̷y̷ ̷D̷e̷p̷r̷i̷v̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷

Shang Qinghua stumbles on a wife plot who temporarily changes his body to make him able to have children. They end up taking good advantage of that curse.

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Shang Qinghua had lost count of how many times he had gone to his cucumber bro for some help with the plot he forgot about himself. The man was truly a walking encyclopaedia. It was often not too bad, but then there were days like today, when he was feeling hot all over and his lower region was feeling really strange. He had somewhat guessed it would be a wife plot:

anything to make the wife fuck with Luo Binghe was a wife plot. But of course, now they were stuck with those because the novel story had totally changed.

"I was following my king on a hunt when I saw those nice flowers, So I got closer, wondering if I could remember what they were, I assumed it was safe since I didn’t remember a flower looking like that being poisonous, but then when I tried touching it, I pricked myself on a spike I didn’t see” sqh had been explaining, laying down on a cushion as sqq drank some tea. “I didn’t feel anything at the moment, but then yesterday I started feeling weird all over the place and didn’t want to worry my King about it since he already has so much work to do”.

Sqq wanted to sigh at some of the detail not being useful. “I cannot really help if I do not know what that flower looks like” he points out.

“The petal was similar to those of a lily, but there was easily more than a dozen of them, there were a dark blue with blue-white-ish dotes going up the middle of the petals.

The stamens were rather long and pale and the thingy on top was kinda shaped like a heart now that I thinks of it”.

“Did it have a lot of leaf at the bottom which hides most of the spikes?” sqq asked, only for sqh to nod. His fellow transmigrator sighed heavily, “You fell into a wife plot again, you created that flower for wife #539 who was unable to get pregnant and so she tried using that flower to be able to have a child” sqq mentioned.

“But I should be safe right?” sqh asked, not remembering that.

“You wrote that it was so great that even man could get pregnant when under its effect, which by the way last easily for a week”.

And this is how he now was in his room (which had been a while since the last time, he kind of unofficially moved into Mobei-jun room), robes loose around him as he was trying to relieve himself from the heat.

What should he do now? He couldn't exactly hide from his King for /minimum/of a week. He didn't want to look like some of these demons that had done it on purpose in the past to try and lure mbj and somewhat trap him with a child (and he knew it could happen because he wrote a couple of plots like this!).

Plus he never heard anything that could tell him mbj was actually interested in having children. Sure he would most likely need an heir one day, but as of now mbj never showed any interest.

Sqh was truly unsure of what he should do now, other than try and relieve himself from the heat and arousal that came with his situation. Plus he could discover just how exactly this curse was affecting him as it did create physical changes he didn't notice before.

His king should be busy all day so he should be able to figure something out before he came back to their shared room to see he was not there.

But as he was thinking this he was surprised by the sound of a portal opening next to his bed, mbj stepping out. Sqh took a moment to react properly, pulling the blanket around him to hide his near-nudity and in just what kind of state he truly was.

“M-my King! What brings you here? I thought you would be busy all day” he called out, blushing even more than he already was before.

“a servant told me you looked unwell” he answered as he walked closer to the bed, clearly sniffing at the air. “and told me you smell strangely very sweet".

Sqh wasn't sure what to think of that. Had he added such a thing? For demons to be able to smell when another was ready to conceive? He then saw his pupils dilate, as if mbj had finally understood, looking a bit shocked, suddenly grabbing the blanket. He wasn't quick enough to pull it back, instead feeling himself being pulled closer to mbj.

He didn't really resist at the hands pulling his legs apart, the demon confirming for himself as sqh was hiding in his hand.

His slightly altered anatomy was now on full display for mbj who looked very interested. “this servant is sorry for the inconvenient” sqh managed to say, nearly letting out a squeak as he felt his finger tease against his already wet pussy.

“I-I am sorry for the inconvenience I will try to find a way to deal with this!” sqh quickly said, unsure if mbj would think this was troublesome to deal with.

“Sect Leader Shen said it would easily take at least a week to die down and I do not want to be a burden for my King so I decided to come here t-”.

The peak lord’s rambling was cut off by passionate lips meeting his, feeling himself being pushed down into the mattress, mbj climbing over him as robes were being undone. It took a moment to realise mbj was actually making a move /while he just learned/ he could get pregnant.

“Wait wait, my King, right now might not be the right time” he tried to say. Wondering where this sudden burst of arousal in his husband came from. Was it contagious?

The kissing and sucking on his neck stopped as the demon looked back at him. “Is sqh against the idea of having a child?” mbj asked, studying his reaction greatly.

To this sqh wasn’t sure what to say. He had obviously never expected to be asked, especially not since neither of them was supposed to be able to bear a child. Sqh never thought about having any in his life, but he wasn’t against the idea.

“W-well no” he started, looking a bit to the side, “I simply thought my King was not interested in having any since he never talked about it before and ignore anyone who inquired about your plan to have an heir” he explained.

“I didn’t want children with anyone else than sqh” mbj replied, making the man blush at that declaration. He had not expected the reason to be because mbj wanted this kid to be theirs, not from someone else. It had probably been ruled out since neither of them was supposed to be able to do that.

A hand was gently rubbing his tights before he was pulled closer to, mbj settling between his legs, cock already hard and now resting against him. He moved his hips a bit, causing something sqh to feel rather new things.

“But if sqh is against bearing our child I will understand, “ mbj said.

Maybe it was because of the effect of the flower, but the way he was talking about /their/ child made something in him warm. He wasn't against that, it was actually reassuring in a way, mbj wouldn't need to find someone else for an heir.

“Yes I want to!” he says. Sure, it’s scary to think that he’ll have a growing being in him and is also unsure what will happen once he gives birth (if nothing goes badly...).

Sqh was waiting for mbj to get to it immediately but instead felt fingers entering where he had already been fingering himself. He may have never led with a lady before, but he was pretty sure that he would be alright, yet there wasn’t really much to convince mbj of that. Maybe telling him he needed it usually was the reason.

But the moment mbj deemed him ready enough there was probably nothing to stop him. He was fucking into his husband, still making sure he seemed alright, but never really stopping since it seemed all right.

Sqh was rather surprised by the rather different feeling of that pussy, moaning even more when mbj decided to see what teasing his cock would do.

After one round sqh was already a bit tired, especially since he had been pleasuring himself for a while before. Yet mbj was not done, large hands still on his hips, cock never leaving its warm embrace as he went back to being hard.

Sure, he was now used to Demon apparently having endless stamina in bed, but it was probably some of the first time that mbj could get back at it so quickly. Maybe the effect of the flower was wearing off on his husband too.

Sqh felt like they would pass the whole evening and night at it, mbj clearly set on breeding him until he was sure he would get pregnant. Good thing mbj had energy for two people since at some point sqh became tired and unable to do much himself.

It had started with him laying on his back, like this he could get all the kisses he wanted, then he tried riding his husband to not have him do all the work, enjoying the way mbj would look at him bounce up and down to milk him.

Then he ended up being flipped over so he was laying face down and ass up for better access, mbj more than happy to keep fucking into him like this. They had one important mission and he would take it seriously.

It was fun and all riding and having sex with his King with this new pussy, but he was but a mere human, nothing that could compare to mbj stamina. At some point he was happy to simply let mbj fuck his semen into him, his brain already feeling mushy from all the pleasure and orgasm he just had. He was pretty sure he had never been fuck this much before.

He ended up so full he was pretty sure no more could fit into him, even feeling some of the cum dripping out of him when mbj finally came out of him, laying down beside him and hugging him close. “My King is doing a great job” sqh laughed slightly, feeling exhausted.

He felt mbj humming against the top of his head. “We need to do more to make sure it works”.

Sqh was already exhausted at the idea but smiled softly at that. He wouldn’t mind being exhausted now if it meant having a child with mbj.

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(well this was like really 30% smut isdjvudb guess I can only write p0rn with plot)

Original - AO3

#tweet archive #svsss #scum villain self-saving system #moshang #mobei-jun #shang qinghua #kinktober 2021 #breed kink #bd/sm breeding #nsft #cw mpreg implied

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vampcubus · 1 year

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:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 : 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw . sub!hokage!naruto . dom!fem!reader . mommy kink . office sex . slight accidental vouyerism .

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 1.8k+

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

Naruto was always busy these days. When he wasn’t holed up at council meetings, he was assigning missions, and when he wasn’t doing that he was drowning in paperwork. Naturally, this meant you didn’t see your husband very often. Someone always needed the Hokage’s attention, meaning he was rarely available for family affairs. You weren’t one to complain, but you were missing him.

It’s been so long since you’d had so much as a night to just de-stress together.

Poor thing’s probably been working tirelessly all day and still can’t come home without sifting through a mountain of papers, so operation ‘seduce and capture’ was underway.

You’d drag him home by the ankles if you had to.

You’ve got a bottle of warm sake and takeout tucked under your arm as you approach the door to his office, you twist the knob and poke your head inside. And there Naruto is, hunched over his desk and a great deal of paperwork. It’s just as you suspected. You can’t help the fond grin that tugs at your lips as you watch him scribble away, his round cheek squished against his palm as his blue eyes skim the papers uninterestedly.

“Knock knock,” you announce, stepping into the office and he perks up instantly at your voice, eyes all shiny.

“Mommy!” your eyes go half-mast at the honorific, teeth sinking into your lip as already you fall into the caretaker role you haven’t had the pleasure of taking on for some time now. You really did miss having your boy at your disposal whenever you wanted.

“Mommy’s here, aaand with offerings.” You present the takeout and alcohol with pride and somehow he looks even more enthusiastic, knee knocking against the wood in his excitement as he shoots up from his desk.

“Ouch ouch – thank you. You’re the best!” You playfully swat at his grabby hands as he reaches for the bag, urging him to be patient as you take out his portion and set it in front of him before pulling up a chair to start digging into your own.

Naruto must not have eaten in a while the way he was wolfing it down, which tugs at your anxieties. You couldn’t necessarily monitor his eating habits when he was away so much, another thing that has you sorely missing his presence. You know he’s basically been taking care of himself since he was a kid. He’s still sore about those lonely years of his life, and your instinct to take care of his every need goes hand in hand with that old hurt. You’re a comfort, and he never knows quite how to thank you.

You can’t help but snort as he slurps the last of his noodles, rising from your seat, handkerchief in hand as you hold him by the chin and wipe his face. He scrunches his nose at first, a tired raspy chuckle forced from his chest as he pretends to squirm. That is until your eyes lock and his smile fades, impossibly blue eyes fixated on yours as you dote on him, is it wrong that he finds it so damn hot when you baby him? If it were anyone else he’d be annoyed but when you do it… even after his face is clean, your hold lingers. Your thumb brushes lovingly over his whiskers, the handkerchief fluttering from your grasp as your other hand cups the other side of his face, a fingertip tracing over his lips.

Naruto’s gaze drops to your chest suddenly and his face turns pink, noticing that your shirt was unbuttoned just low enough that he could see the tops of your breasts.

You follow his gaze and smirk, flicking his forehead.

“Naughty.”

“Sorry, mommy… but I um,” you quirk a brow but instead of elaborating he tugs you by the waist into his lap, arms wrapping around you securely as he buries his face in your tits. “Man I missed these.”

“Mhm, and I missed you. Always holed up in here,” you sighed, carding your fingers through his blonde hair and massaging his scalp. “You could really use a break, Naru.”

“Mmph, miss you too. So much to do ‘round here I just…” he sighs, thumbs sliding under your shirt to feel the smooth skin of your hips. “It’s so much more than I thought.”

“You’re doing a very good job handling it all, but I miss having you around. This is the first time we’ve been alone together in weeks.”

“We sleep in the same bed,” he laughs and you yank playfully at his hair in retaliation, he’s unbothered by it, opting to snuggle his face closer to your bosom.

“That doesn’t count,” you huff, eyes widening when you realize he’s tugging the buttons of your shirt open with his teeth. “Sneaky little shit, is that all you got on your mind right now? Boobs?”

“World hard and cold… tiddy soft and warm.”

“Wanna crack open that sake and head home for playtime?” you offered, head tipping back as his lips immediately started pressing kisses to the creamy skin of your chest, trying not to squirm too much as his tongue dips out to taste you.

“I really want to, god I want to so bad but I can’t. Gotta finish these papers first.” Naruto continues to lick and suckle at your skin despite himself, already starting to paw at your clothes. He’s coming home one way or another, you just needed to play your cards right.

“Well okay then,” you chirped, sliding out of his lap onto your feet in an instant. His eyes shot open and he lurches forward to catch you but you’re already out of reach.

“W-wait hey! You can’t go now, you just got here!” The desperation in his voice is exactly what you’re looking for, and though you hate to tear yourself from him, this was for his own good.

“Why not? I’m tired and you’ve got work to do, remember?”

You see his mouth open and close several times before his jaw clenches, an internal battle going on behind his eyes before a dull blush spreads across his face.

“Please stay,” he mumbles, chin tucked tightly to his chest as he avoids your eyes, embarrassed.

“Oh, I know you can beg better than that, baby.”

“Don’t be so mean.” He whines loud and long, fixing you with a glare that your stern expression quickly shatters.

You’re serious about this, and it makes him squirm in his seat, cock already half-hard against his thigh. Naruto would normally give you a harder time before he was willing to get down on his knees and grovel, but it's been so damn long since he’s touched you, and you have total control of this entire situation. If he gives you too much lip, you may just leave him like this and he’ll have to wait even longer before you both have free time again. He wasn’t about to miss this rare window to spare his pride.

“Of course, if you’d rather not I can always go home and–” you grinned, but his mind is already made up before you finish.

“Please! Please don’t leave me like this, mommy! I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be so good just, please!” Naruto cries, face burning as he pleads so prettily for you.

You’re a little too pleased with his desperate wailing.

“Good boy~ that’s much better.” you step back into reach of his grabbing hands, biting back an amused chuckle as he buries his face into your stomach. Your hands return to his golden hair, smoothing over the long spikes before you tug his head back by the hair, forcing him to look back up at you. “I’ll stay but you need to focus on getting those papers done mmkay? If you’re extra good I’ll play with you a bit while you work.”

Paperwork is the absolute last thing on his mind right now but he knows he can’t tell you no, especially when you perch yourself right back over his lap, legs crossed over the arm of the chair as you settle in.

“Okay, fineee.” He relents, nudging your jaw up with his nose so he can press a kiss there. The ticklish feeling of his lips makes you giggle but you turn his head back to the papers strewn all over his desk before he can continue.

The blonde sighs but picks up his pen again, doing his best to ignore your weight on his dick as he returns to the grind. You’re not making it easy on him, your fingers playing idly with the hairs at the nape of his neck and one of your thumbs tracing his waistband. He’s so hard it hurts, a thick fog overtaking his mind as he struggles to read reports. His hand shakes as he sloppily signs documents, sweat beads at his brow, and he has to tug at his collar several times for the slightest bit of relief. He’s practically sweltering in all these layers, and your added body heat enveloping him isn’t helping at all.

You watch raptly as his adam’s apple bobs and he accidentally tears straight through the paper with his pen a third time, cursing to himself. You can tell he’s distracted, although he manages to keep his eyes on his work, he keeps squirming. You can feel how hard he is, his hardness jutting angrily against your thigh.

And when you start pressing smiling kisses to the side of his face and neck? Naruto breaks the pen to pieces in his grip, a harsh whine forcing itself out of his throat and vibrating against your lips. There’s ink all over his fingers and the document he’d been working on but all he can think about is you and your wicked lips.

“Mommy please.” the blonde all but begs, his head falling back as your teeth nip just below his jaw. “Please, I need you.”

“Come home, baby boy.” You whisper to him, teasing his earlobe between your teeth and his whole body shudders.

“Fine, whatever you want just touch me. I’m gonna go fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, crushing his lips against yours, teeth clacking together in his desperation.

You don’t even make it out of the office, Naruto’s back against the desk, papers flying everywhere, his hand smearing ink over your naked thighs as you climb on top of him. His pants are shoved down just enough to free his cock, hot and leaking pre as you slide your cunt over him. He moans helplessly at the feeling, bucking his hips. Your hands catch his wrists and pin them to the scattered reports above his head, maneuvering yourself over his cock with expert precision before you sink down on him, jaw going slack as a pleased moan escapes you.

Naruto’s eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of you around him after so long, moaning long and loud as he bottoms out.

It’s barely a moment before the chanting starts.

“Mommy mommy mommy mommy—“

“Shhh, mommy’s here. Now take what she gives you.”

And he does.

Shikamaru stands just outside the office with his hand floating inches away from the door as if about to knock, an annoyed blush on his face.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2021, Day 31: Double Vaginal Pentration

Summary: You and Hall were just innocently chasing each other

Pairings: Hal Carter X Reader X Jimmy Dobyne

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, double fingering, double vaginal penetration, spit, a tiny bit of degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

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You sit on the tree limb next to Hal. Leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. The forbidden love that your mother had warned you about right at your finger tips, and you couldn’t get enough. If the two of you were ever caught, you know the talk of the town would be severe. But neither of you cared.

He playfully pushes you off of him, before jumping off the branch. His long toned legs racing through the field, and his unbuttoned shirt billows through the wind. Neither of you had taken the time to fully dress after a quick skinny dip in the pond.

Followed by the sweetest love making on the dock. His disheveled hair dripping down on you, only caused you to moan even louder up at him.

“If you catch me, I’ve got a big surprise for you,” he yells out behind him. His bare feet taking him in the direction of the barn.

“That’s not fair! You got a head start, Hal! Wait up.”

He stops a moment, feigning the need to catch his breath. Making sure his shirt is spread wide so you can see the deep hills and valleys of his sculpted stomach. “Come on, Mouse. You can do better than,” he screeches, as you reach out to almost grab him. His body jolts towards the barn, and he slinks in towards the door.

Standing there mocking you almost catching him, “Since you didn’t succeed, I think you need to give me a surprise.”

“What did you have in mind, stud,” placing your hand on his shoulder, you run it down the expanse of his abs. Feather light touches heating his skin up. You cup his bulge; leaning forward to bite on his puffy bottom lip when you see another step out of the shadows.

Normally Hal would have jumped in front of your body to shield you, but instead he has a devilish grin, as his friend, Jimmy Dobyne, steps closer. “Well, well, well. Didn’t imagine seeing the preacher’s daughter caught in a compromising position with the farmhand. Howdy do, Miss Mosley. How’s Pastor Mosley’s sermon coming along for tomorrow?”

“Jimmy, maybe,” you begin biting your lip. “Maybe we don’t mention this?”

His gaze sweeps down your body, making note of your hardened peaks shining through your damp shirt, “I think you might have forgotten some of your clothes, miss.”

“Hal?” you plead up at him. While Hal skipped the service typically, Jimmy was always present. He could easily tell your secret. “If my father finds out…I’ll be sent away. Impure. I won’t be suitable for marriage.”

“Oh, sweet Mouse, I’m sure Jimmy will keep our secret.”

“It’ll come at a cost,” your eyes go misty as he steps closer to you. His hand skimming down your side, before he pulls your hip into him. “I just think I deserve a taste of that sweet nectar that Hal can’t stop talking about. Said that you’re more delectable than any fruit.”

Looking up at your lover he gives you a nod, but you shake your head clinging tighter to Hal, “What if it’s a joint thing. It’s not wrong if you’re fucking me, too. Didn’t you tell me that your light once burned for Jimmy Dobyne? Look at him, his cock is twitching in his trousers. It could be fun. And daddy doesn’t have to know.”

Jimmy’s hand moves up your body, settling on your tit as his thumb circles over your buds. Leaning forward, his lips ghost open mouth kisses all down the expanse of your neck, and you feel your hips start to grind into him. “She’s responsive,” he hums, taking a moment to admire you desperate need for friction.

“Mouse, you gonna let Jimmy fuck you, too?”

“No one knows about this?” you genuinely ask, because this could ruin your family.

“Not a soul,” the both of them promise as Jimmy walks to board the barn up from the inside. “Of course,” the other boy begins, “I can’t promise people won’t hear you scream.”

“Stop it, Dobyne. My little Mousie is just a sweet girl. But in time, you’ve molded your cunt to my cock haven’t you?”

You give him a nod as his hands remove your dress, and Jimmy lets out a soft moan when your body gets exposed to him. His hands explore your soft curves, while Hal captures his mouth with yours. Immediately dominating your mouth, pushing his tongue into yours to taste your sweet sounds.

Randomly he looks down at Jimmy who continues his study of your body. Leaning forward before circling your nipple with his mouth. Yipping into Hal’s mouth with the sensation, but your body again, reacts.

Arching your back into him. Hal’s hand travels down your front, dipping under you panties, and you chirp at the sensation.

“Uh-uh, I wanna feel,” Jimmy coos, his own hand slipping down with Hal’s.

Already feeling full with your boyfriend’s two fingers, but Jimmy doesn’t care, he slips in two of his own, and your body bucks at the sensation. Yelping and pulling yourself back, to stare down at the two of them.

“You wanna see don’t cha, sweet Mouse. You gotta watch those sweet preacher’s daughters,” with one swift movement, he has your panties ripped off of you, and you gaze at the two of their fingers pumping into you. Jimmy grabs at your leg, urging Hal to do the same. And everyone stares at those four thick digits cramming into your cunt.

“I’ve got the best idea,” Jimmy states, his mouth starting to kiss on your face, and you like it. The both of their hands soaked with your juices. “Have you ever taken two cocks?” you shake your head rapidly, leaning over on Hal.

“Come on, let’s see how much this pretty pussy will stretch. Add another finger.”

The both of them enter in a third finger, leaving you spread eagle, and your walls stretched tight. “Fuck, you can take it. I know you can, Mouse. Do this for me, and not only will I not say what you and Hal have been doing, but I promise you’ll be begging to do this again.”

“Mouse, it’ll be fun, baby. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” his curiosity gets the best of him, and he wants to feel and see this.

“Hal, lay down. This sweet Mousey is going to lay on your back, so I can fuck her from the front.”

Hal does as he’s told, and you sink down over him. Giving a quick show to Jimmy as you bounce over top of him. With a smirk up to him, you lean back, and he sees your glorious hole take all of Hal. His hips pushing him up into you. “What’re your waiting for Jimmy?” your voice sultry and now just as ready as the men.

He pushes you to fully lay back on Hal’s hard chest, his arms circling your body. The pressure of his embrace comforting you. Jimmy moves to stand in between your legs, and he watches your wet heat suck his best friend in, and he spits a line of salvia to your entrance.

He slaps his angry cock on your clit, the three of your arousal mixing together, and he spits at your spread pussy again. “Jimmy, baby, just do it.”

“Such a needy little whore, isn’t she?” he smirks. His blunt head poking at your tight little hole. Hal stills his moments as Jimmy tries to stretch you out. Pushing through your entrance, when he finally breaks through.

Your whimper echos in the barn, but both you and Hal nod, coaxing him to go deeper. Jimmy doesn’t stop his descent until he’s balls deep, and you lose all sense of reality. Cunt stretched impossibly tight, but the feeling of a warm fullness overwhelms you.

Jimmy waits until your breathing evens out, and he stabs into you. Slow steady thrusts, and you speak in a nonsensical tongue. Just relishing in the feeling of being used. The feeling of having two men take you apart, and still your body accommodates both of them.

Jimmy’s eyes never leave where the three of you become one. Your juices making a sloppy mess as it leaks onto Hal’s ball sack, and you can’t wait to clean him off with your sinful mouth.

“Grab her hips, and fuck her,” Hal grunts. “I don’t want to cum until I see how tight these walls clench around us. Mouse, you look beautiful like this. Animalistic,” he stops when your sweet sounds ring out into the barn. Sobbing out their names, and your fingers grip down on Jimmy’s forearms as he barrels into you.

Those desperate mewls a symphony to the two of them. Eyes rolling into the back of your head as you see stars in your vision. Your orgasm jolting you like a strike of lighting. And you don’t know who came with you, and who was shortly after, but the added warmth and fullness makes you cry. Feeling the three of your cream ooze out of your womb, but no one wants to pull out. “Well, that was unexpected,” Jimmy sighs.

“I told you, he’d fall for it, Mouse. How’d that pussy feel, buddy? Like I said, she is the nastiest little thing.”

“Mouse? More like a minx, you filthy little slut,” he pulls out of you, helping you to sit up on your knees.

Hal’s softening cock flops out of you, as their seed drops out. Not one to waste it, you gather some up with your fingers only to suck each one dry. “I think I need a repeat. My brain just forgot what happened.”

“Maybe next time someone gets my ass.”

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jae-writes-fanfiction · 2 years

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Would you write for Eddie from outlast? He’s the first mans imo wit a breedin kink but that’s not on ur list 😂

A Flame in Your Heart

Eddie Gluskin x Fem!Reader - 912 Words - Kinktober 21

Notes: I physically cannot write for Eddie without it including some sort of masochism/breeding kink.

Warnings: dark fic, references to a possible kidnapping and captivity, masochism, descriptions of pain, penetrative sex, references to pregnancy/chosen infertility, slight degradation, inappropriate use of a scalpel in an unsanitary environment, canon typical violence, reference to murder, (rip Eddie lol) Enjoy responsibly! - - -

You knew playing house could only last so long, but moments like these almost made you reconsider. You struggled against the restraints that kept your arms back against the hospital bed, the iron frame pressing into your back through the thin mattress. The pain in your strained arms burned deliciously, and your thighs ached from being spread apart for so long. Your face was flushed, hair slicked against your overheated skin, heat pooled in your core, and you felt yourself drip onto the soiled mattress before he even touched you. Eddie sat between your thighs content to torture you until you begged. The already reddened scalpel in his hand trailed back up your writhing body trailing sparks across your bare skin- the pain drawing low moans from your lips. Your entire body ached with need as pain bloomed across your skin, the trails of bruises and bites now mixing with blood. You whimpered as his hands left your body and the cool blade fell onto the floor tantalizingly out of reach.

“Eddie please,” you begged all sense of shame lost as he leaned away from you. You hated your forced place in his bed, but when he brought you this close to your peak you’d do or say anything if it brought him closer, make him want to tear you apart just a little bit more.

“You fucking slut,” he growled twisting a hand in your hair and pulling it sharply, “you’re just like all the other whores begging to be ruined.”

Each depraved word made you tremble, the pain and humiliation made your head cloudy with lust. It was a familiar game you played, baiting him until he lost control and took you, arms chained back legs chained apart. Instead of the ritual chill of metal around your ankles, you felt the chains around your wrists fall away as Eddie pulled you roughly down the mattress to drive his cock into you.

Your muscles spasmed around him as the pain mingled with pleasure and you whimpered his name, your hands clawing across his shoulders for the first time since he found you. The contact sent sparks through your fingertips and you gasped as he laughed at your desperation. Your feeble attempts to meet his thrusts seemed pitiful under his crushing weight and size.

“So eager, so desperate,” Eddie crooned, “you would’ve made an excellent bride.”

One of his hands raked up your body to press around the column of your throat and a cold shock of fear ran through your body as he used that hand to press you down into the mattress. You almost laughed when he didn’t fully restrict your airway. Apparently, this was not going to be how you died. That particular thought fell away as your aching legs were folded back against your stomach. His other hand dug into the flesh of your hip hard enough to bruise and the change in angle made you moan despite the fear pooling in the back of your mind.

His cock was seated deep inside you and fear was eclipsed by lust as it always was. Each thrust pressed against your sweet spot until you were begging for release. Your head was tossed back against the cot, eyes wrenched closed as he pounded into you.

“I can feel how badly you want this,” he groaned, and you shuddered with delight as his pace quickened. The hand at the base of your throat clawed deliciously over your chest, across your hips, and down your stomach to fall between your legs. His calloused finger circled your clit and toyed with you until your body trembled. Feeling you cum was enough to send Eddie over the edge and he drove into you relentlessly chasing his own release. After he had stilled, Eddie pulled away from you and folded your legs back against your stomach. You were glad his attention was fixed on your dripping core so he didn’t see your face cringe as you felt him catch the leaking cum on his fingers and stuff it back inside you. This ritual always broke the illusion and brought you back to reality out of your lust-warm haze. All this precision and manipulation for a child that would never come.

After he was content with his efforts he settled back on the worn mattress with you. Fully sated you lay curled together like a pair of fat cats drunk on cream and you waited to hear Eddie start to snore. You quietly slipped out of his arms and onto the cold linoleum floor. You dressed silently and carefully took a well-concealed backpack from its hiding place. Playtime was over, there would never be the child he insisted upon, and once he realized that, your life was forfeited. It was a wonder he had not noticed the scarring on your lower abdomen during the weeks he had held you captive. You weren't going to give him the chance to do so. You slipped the forgotten blade into your hand and reminded yourself no matter how much you enjoyed him there was no other ending. His eyes snapped open a second after the blade ran across his neck. He grasped for you and tried to scream but you didn’t stick around to decipher what language was buried beneath the torrents of blood. By the time his body was cold, you were long gone following a well-marked trail of blood out of the building and into the mountains.

#kinktober 2021 #eddie gluskin x fem!reader #eddie gluskin x reader #outlast whistleblower fanfiction #dark fic #borders on DDDNE

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demetris-cocksleeve · 2 years

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Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

Day 1: Leviathan x Fem! Reader- Scent

Day 2: Mina x Male! Reader- Grinding

Day 3: Jasper and Alice x Fem! Reader- Threesome

Day 4: Shoji x Fem! Reader- Stockings

Day 5: Jacob x Fem! Reader- Size Difference Pt 2

Day 6: Aizawa x GN! Reader- Morning Sex

Day 7: Belphegor x Fem! Reader- Daddy Kink

Day 8: Leviathan x Male! Reader- Begging

Day 9: Mammon x Fem! Reader- Angry Sex

Day 10: Shoji x Fem! Reader- Praise Kink

Day 11: Todoroki x Fem! Reader- Temperature Play

Day 12: Embry x GN! Reader- Sensory Deprivation

Day 13: Satan x Male! Reader- Spanking

Day 14: Izuku x Fem! Reader- Pegging

Day 15: Taishiro x Fem! Reader- Seduction

Day 16: Carlisle x Male! Reader- Corset

Day 17: Ojiro x GN! Reader- Tail Riding

Day 22: Emmett x Fem! Reader- Against a Wall

Day 23: Jacob x Fem! Reader- Licking + Biting

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4izawas · 7 months

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♡┊𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓. | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑.

❝ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏. | 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒. ❞ ──── [ shigaraki tomura. aizawa shouta. sukehiro yami. all for one. levi ackerman. ]

❝ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. | 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘. ❞ ──── [ kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, hashibira inosuke. zhongli ( morax, rex lapis ), childe ( tartaglia, ajax ). baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu. eren jaeger, armin arlert. ]

❝ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. | 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒. ❞ ──── [ neuvillette. welt yang. tonowari. aizawa shouta. hatake kakashi. ]

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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KiriBakuTodoDeku~Cum Swapping

Summary:

As usual, Bakugou doesn't know when to stop and is nearing his limit. Kirishima has an idea to relieve some stress.

Ao3 Tags:

Cum Swapping, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Partner Swapping, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Hate Sex, Subspace, Underage Drinking, Aftercare, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Rimming, Spanking, Kinktober 2021

Notes:

This will be the closest to BakuDeku I write btw because it hits way too close to a previous relationship of mine that left both of us messed up but will do my best to keep that out of this. This note is just so no one requests the ship.

“What the fuck are the nerd and Icy Hot doing in my room?” Bakugou growls, glaring at his grinning redhead flopped across his bed.

“Hello to you too, Kacchan.” Midoriya snickers from Todoroki’s lap on the blonde’s desk chair.

“Fuck off! Eijirou?!” Bakugou snarls, wanting answers now. They were wrapping up the year, and the blonde still hadn’t learned his limits so was one ill-placed back-talk away from reverting back to early first year and exploding someone. He just wanted to come back to his room and cuddle with his shark-toothed idiot, but instead, his two biggest rivals were occupying his desk chair looking way too smug to do anything but piss him off more.

He breathes before his palms can start crackling.

“Calm down, Bakubabe.” Kirishima smiles fondly. “They’re here for you, or rather to talk to you. Remember last month when Mina and Denki snuck booze in and you ended confessing a bunch of stuff when we got back to my room?”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, gears obviously turning before it seems to click and his ears go red as he pointedly avoids looking at Midoriya. “What about it?”

“Well, you’ve been working yourself half to death as usual and both of us can tell you’re about to go off the deep end so I thought you would benefit letting off some steam,” Kirishima explains as he coaxes his angry blonde to sit next to him, holding him close when he does.

Bakugou does not cuddle closer when fingers start running through his hair.

“What do they have to do with that?” The blonde huffs.

Kirishima’s grin turns wicked. “Your one-sided childhood crush wasn’t so one-sided. Thought maybe we could both take you apart, and help you relax?”

Bakugou’s head shoots up so fast he narrowly misses smacking into the redhead’s chin as he stares at him wide-eyed and blushing. “You fucking told him?!”

“Bakubabe, Midobro told everyone during truth or dar- You were in the bathroom,” Kirishima remembers. “Well, I can promise I wouldn’t have said shit to anyone unless I was sure.”

Bakugou pouts at him before huffing. “Whatever.” He glares at the bi-colored boy behind his childhood friend. “What’s he doing here then?”

“Izu is my boyfriend. I think I should be in the conversation even if I won’t be in the bed.” Todoroki speaks up from where his chin is resting on the greenette’s shoulder. “I’m completely okay with all of this by the way. My only condition is that I get to watch. Izu almost exclusively bottoms and is really soft as a top.” A smirk. “The amount of tension between you two though? I wanna see what my baby looks like when he goes feral.”

“Sho!” Midoriya scolds, freckles standing out against his red face. “He didn’t need to know that! No way is he gonna let me top now!” The shorter boy pouts.

Bakugou, meanwhile, is a similar shade to his boyfriend’s hair as he takes in what the taller boy says and his mind goes wild from there. The other three in the room turn back to him when he lets out a strangled groan.

“Bakubabe?” Kirishima questions, trying to get a look at the blonde’s face and smirking when he sees the look in his eyes. “You like that idea don’t you?”

“Sh-Shut up, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou huffs, glaring at the smirking fire and ice user and his wide-eyed childhood friend. “...I’m not against it, but boundaries need set first.”

“Really, Kacchan?!” Midoriya grins. “You’re really okay with it?!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Ei is right. I’m stressed as fuck and could do with giving up some control. Boundaries first though.”

“No, of course! I assume you still have your notebook?” The greenette is practically vibrating with glee.

The blonde flushes at being exposed, but gestures for Kirishima to fish it out of the drawer. “Yeah, I still got it.” He grumbles, tossing it to the nerd. “...I guess Icy-Hot can look too since he’ll technically still be involved.”

“So you’re okay with me watching then?” Todoroki asks as he ends up being the one to catch the book when Deku fumbles it and opens it curiously. Heterochromatic eyes widen when he realizes what he’s holding and stares at Bakugou in shock. “Is this a book of kinks?”

Bakugou flushes darker but nods in answer to both questions with a mumbled yeah as Kirishima grins proudly. “It’s made communication so much easier when bringing things up. I have my own list now, too.”

Todoroki seems to be in shock as Midoriya is now reading the open pages.

“Are those plans for an Endeavor cuckolding fic?” The greenette asks, immediately snapping his boyfriend back to the present.

“A WHAT?!” He yells, reading closer. “Endeavor gets exposed-already invested...Jeanist shows him how to-. Why are you writing porn about my dad?! ...Send it to me so I can return some of the trauma.” He mumbles, now invested in looking through the pages. “I assume the highlighters are the stoplight system?”

Bakugou nods, fiddling on his phone until Todoroki’s dings. “Yup. Shows what I like, am okay with, or curious about, and will not do under any circumstances. Sent.”

“Thank you. I will make sure to not read it first. You’re not okay with someone fucking Kirishima without you then?” Todoroki hums as he notices the kink is red.

“Mine.” Bakugou snarls.

“Fair enough.” The taller shrugs, turning the page. Midoriya is already reading half the book ahead, lifting the pages to see.

“I knew you were lying when you said you were fine after the slime quirk!” Deku cries out when Todoroki flips to Bondage.

“...No wonder you were feral during the sports festival. I’m sorry I judged you.” Todoroki frowns.

Bakugou just shrugs as Kirishima holds him closer. “I’m okay with some of it. It just requires a lot more preparation and boundaries.” He grumbles, surprising himself with how comfortable he is sharing this stuff.

The other two furrowed their brows but chose not to ask right now.

They went on reading, piping up when something piqued their interest.

“So praise and degradation?” Todoroki asks. “Am I allowed to talk then or would you prefer I stay quiet?”

Bakugou blinks, even more, surprised at how considerate the other is being before thinking about his question. “I never thought I’d be in this situation so I don’t know. I don’t know you well enough to have feelings for you, but your monotone is kind of relaxing… I’ll tell you if it’s making things weird. As I said your voice is relaxing so if you want to help with aftercare, I should be okay with that.”

“Relaxing.” Todoroki hums. “I will probably stick to praise if I feel the need to speak at all. I don’t know what Izu will be like so for all we know a balance might be needed.” He shrugs.

“I seriously don’t know why you’re so insistent that I’ll go feral.” Deku pouts. “I don’t go feral.”

Everyone in the room stares at him stone-faced. “What?!”

“Muscular,” Kirishima speaks up.

“Moonfish,” Bakugou adds.

“Literally tried to help Iida murder Stain.” Todoroki hums.

“Rescuing me at Kamino.” Bakugou.

“Once Eri decided to help, Overhaul stood no chance.” Kirishima laughs.

“Me during the sports festival.”

“What about-”

“Okay! I get it! I’ve gone feral before!” Midoriya isn’t even trying to hide his pout as the other laugh at him. “No cuddles for you.” He glares over his shoulder as he wiggles out of his boyfriend’s hold, earning a pained whine. “And you.” He points at Bakugou. “Better be ready to not walk.”

Bakugou turns scarlet and his palms crackle. “I’d like to see you try, Shitty Nerd.”

Something passes through Midoriya’s eyes, and Bakugou shivers when he realizes the hole he’s dug and he can’t wait.

“Challenge accepted.” The greenette smirks. “Friday after exams?”

“Sounds good to me.” Kirishima grins as Bakugou nods, refusing to speak out of embarrassment of what sound might leave.

“Works for me. Can tell father to get fucked...I hate that sentence after what I was just exposed to.” Todoroki sighs. “Not that my input is as important, but I really want to watch.”

“Awesome! Gives us a few days to think and talk more!” Midoriya grins, back to being a ball of sunshine, before smirking as he looks Bakugou in the eye. “Can’t wait.”

Midoriya pulls Todoroki after him as he leaves the room, door clicking behind them before Bakugou finally lets the strangled noise leave his throat.

“Are you trying to kill me, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou yells, flopping back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to scream into.

All Kirishima could do was laugh as he pulled Bakugou into a cuddle. “Come on, let’s relax before you subject me to studying hell.”

“You better not fucking think cuddles will get you out of it either! We finally got you into the top 10 and I’ll be damned if you drop out of it!” Bakugou snarls, even as he sinks into the redhead’s hold.

“I know, I know.” The redhead chuckles. “But cuddles now, JSL later.”

Bakugou puts up no further complaints.

~~~

“So he’s definitely goading us, right?” Midoriya asks the day before everything is supposed to happen.

All week, Bakugou had been bordering between being a complete brat and peak seduction, and Midoriya just wanted to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind for no reason.

“He gets like that whenever he wants to frustrate me so I’ll destroy him so yeah definitely, Midobro” Kirishima smirks as he takes a gear off his shoulder.

“How do you not have a constant boner?!” The greenette gapes quietly. “He’s even being nice to Sho and I think I caught them play flirting which is not a sight I thought would be so hot, and yet I had the urge to drag Sho away by his tie and have him tease me like that.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows shoot up as he let out a shocked laugh. “I haven’t seen that yet, but then again he’s been thinking about this since you were preteens so chances are you’re being tortured so you’ll return the favor. ...confirm that of course, but that’s my guess.”

Midoriya groans into his mouthguard. “You two might have to make do with Sho. I might die before tomorrow.”

The redhead could only laugh at the greenette’s suffering. “It’s one more day. He’s not going to let you die before he gets the chance to test your strength quirk.”

It’s at this exact moment that Bakugou chooses to walk past in nothing but his jockstrap, and Deku suddenly looks like he’s ready for Christmas with how fast his face flushes red, a strangled squeak leaving his lips.

He doesn’t miss the smirk that decorates the blonde’s, nor the heated look thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s on, Kacchan.” He smirks before turning back to the redhead. “It’s odd how feral he is being on the Ace-spectrum.”

Kirishima just blinks. “I thought for sure you’d already have notes upon notes about that sort of stuff already. I mean I have no room to talk because I had the same idea at the start, but bro, you’re the research nerd.”

Midoriya raises a brow while trying to figure out if he should feel insulted or not. “...Explain?”

“I thought the same way when we first got together and was tiptoeing around everything related to sex because I was terrified of making him uncomfortable and him leaving. That’s honestly the main reason I’m so grateful you two are so similar in your detailed notes and fanboy natures because he eventually got pissed at my ‘pussy footing’ as he called it, and just gave me what is basically a kink dictionary. Hell, Urban Dictionary would probably cry if they saw the level of detail in that thing. He eventually made another notebook on sexuality for me because I had a million questions that, despite writing porn, he was too embarrassed to answer.” Kirishima rambles as he starts getting back into his uniform. “Like, bro, you yourself just called it a spectrum and that’s exactly what it is. Some demis may be just as uninterested in sex as ace people, while others just need a strong foundation of trust before they’ll even entertain the idea. Then you have BakuBabe who’s the second one except he got his foundation and took off running.” He finishes, getting his tie in place.

Midoriya blinks, before looking thoughtful as he stands there in his boxers. “That makes sense. We were at war when he came out so I guess I just never got around to researching.” He nods resolutely before grinning. “Thanks, Kirishima.”

“No problem.” Kirishima gives a toothy smile. “Now go get your boyfriend off of mine. I know damn well mine started it, but I have no clue why yours is entertaining it.”

He laughs as Midoriya whips around to see the smirking duo with Todoroki having Bakugou crowded against the locker. “You’re not the only one who has a little shit for a boyfriend,” Deku grumbles as he goes to drag the two-toned boy away. “Why are you like this?”

“Is it riling you up?” Todoroki asks bluntly as he’s dragged to the toilets.

“I’m not answering something you know the answer to!” The greenette squeaks, choosing to ignore the smirk decorating his boyfriend’s face.

Kirishima and Bakugou meanwhile are cackling at the two.

“Why you gotta taunt him, Bakubabe?” Kirishima snickers.

“You know exactly why, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou laughs.

“Menace. Absolute menace.”

~~~

“FUCKING FINALLY!” Bakugou yells, stretching his arm behind his head as he and Kirishima entered the dorms after they were finally released for the year. They all had the weekend to relax before their spring break officially starts, but most were already heading out the doors.

“I never want to see a math equation ever again.” Kirishima groans, hanging deflated against Bakugou’s shoulders.

“Tch, it wasn’t that bad, drama king.” Bakugou tsks, opening the elevator doors.

“Easy for you to say,” Kirishima grumbles. “You’re stupidly smart.”

“I just work instead of complAi- AH!”

Bakugou’s banter was cut off as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, and Midoriya is standing there to slam him against the wall next to it. Todoroki is smirking behind him, obviously ready for the show.

“You, Kacchan, are a fucking ass.” Midoriya snarls, obviously frustrated.

Kirishima watches as the red of Bakugou’s eyes are swallowed by black even as he’s grinning like a maniac. “Fuck, Deku. I knew you were dumb, but it took you this long to figure that out?” he wasn’t done taunting the boy apparently.

“Big talk from a brat that’s been begging to be fucked stupid all week.” The normally shy boy growls and shit even Kirishima has to admit that is hot as he looks at Todoroki in shock.

The dual-quirk wielder seems to agree.

“HUH?! As if! I bet I won’t even be able to feel it, damn nerd!” Bakugou sneers. Ah, so he chose violence today.

“The only thing you won’t be feeling is your legs when I’m done with you. Finally make you scream my name for something other than jealousy for once, hm?”

“Ha! Who would ever be jealous of a weakling like you?!”

As they continue yelling sexual tension-laced insults at each other, Kirishima inches over to a very enthralled Todoroki. “I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually going to be able to get in there or if they’re just going to start clawing at each other before we even make it back to BakuBabe’s room.”

“I have no clue, but I’m going to need to ask Bakugou for some tips on how to get Izu like that,” Todoroki answers, not once taking his eyes off the two who have now started attacking each others' mouths. “Because that is really, really hot.”

Kirishima was used to aggressive blonde by now and knew his methods of getting attention without directly asking so nodded his head in understanding. "This happens at least once a month for me… though with a lot fewer insults obviously."

“I am rather relieved they’re not armed. I think they would have killed each other by now.”

“Don’t give them ideas- hey guys! We’re still in the hallway! Maybe get inside, first!” Kirishima panics when he hears a whine from Bakugou and notices Midoriya’s hand moving suspiciously.

All he gets in response is a groan, and he sighs. “Todoroki? Mind giving me a hand? ...Todoroki!”

Todoroki shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in and nods. “Yeah… let’s get them moved inside.”

The boys move closer and there is a brief scuffle trying to separate them, but eventually, they manage to separate them and drag them into Bakugou’s room. Bakugou clung to Kirishima as he was carried, kissing and sucking and biting along the redhead’s neck to provoke him. After the show they received, it was definitely working and it seemed Todoroki was getting a similar treatment as the two fought to dominate a kiss.

As soon as the door was closed, Kirishima threw his blonde on the bed and crowded him against the pillows.

"Fucking hell, Kat. Just how hard have you been pushing yourself to be this damn desperate to be fucked stupid?” Kirishima near growls as he looms over the squirming blonde.

“Just shut up and fuck me, idiots.” Bakugou snarls in response before pulling Kirishima down to devour each other.

There’s the sound of wood breaking when Bakuogou insults them before the blonde lets out a strangled whine and almost bucks Kirishima off of him as his back arches.

Kirishima looks down the blonde’s body to find a pissed-off Izuku had taken Bakugou down his throat in one go and was going at it like he was trying to suck the blonde’s soul out of his body and succeeding based on Bakugou’s reactions.

Izuku finally backed off with a pop as he glared up at Bakugou, still stroking the blonde’s length. “Do you really think you’re in any position to be throwing around insults when you’ve been acting desperate for our cocks all week? When I can finally put that mouth to better use than being a little bitch?”

Red eyes glare into green as Bakugou tries to hold in his sounds. “Fuck. You. Deku-Ahh!”

Bakugou hadn’t noticed Midoriya had gotten a hold of lube and now realizes the wood breaking noise was probably his nightstand but doesn’t have time to be mad as the greenette wiggles a finger inside him and draws a whine out of him.

“No, I think that will be the other way around,” Midoriya smirks as he draws his finger in and out, chuckling when he seems to brush the blonde’s prostate and draw out a grasp.

Bakugou snarls but is squirming for more friction. He whines again when Kirishima apparently gets bored of watching and starts devouring the blonde’s mouth and his fingers play with his nipples.

He cries out again when Midoriya once again takes him whole at the same time he adds a finger. Kirishima takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in the blonde’s mouth and swallow any further sound.

Kirishima’s quirk ripples down his back as Bakugou claws at him while trying to buck into Midoriya’s mouth and groaning when his hips are held down.

"Dammit! Move, Shitty Deku!" Bakugou snaps, choking on a moan when the only response he gets is another finger added and crying out when Kirishima moves down to start biting and sucking at his neck.

Kirishima smirks as he bites a particular spot by the blonde's ear and he arches in a way that positions the next thrust of Midoriya’s fingers on his prostate making him moan loudly now.

Midoriya pauses for a moment before it clicks what just happened and he smirks. "There it is, Kacchan."

The blonde just groans, already knowing what's about to happen, but still can't stop his sounds as the greenette begins abusing that spot; massaging it with every pass and making the other's knees feel like jelly.

Bakugou squirms, trying to get any of the friction he needs but the nerd and his stupid observation skills seem to have already figured out just how to make the stimulation too much but not enough to give him any release.

He decides to switch targets when Kirishima made his way down to the blonde's chest and pulls on red-dyed locks. He cries out when this causes a particularly rough bite to his left pec and the redhead attacks his mouth once more.

There's a surprised whine to accompany his annoyed groan, but he's only annoyed for a second as he realizes the hair-pulling had the desired effect and Kirishima has pulled Deku's mouth off the blonde's cock by green curls.

Bakugou has to wonder for a moment just what Todoroki and Deku have been doing because the pulling of the greenette’s hair caused the exact opposite effect. Gone was the cocky fierceness as he stared at the others with his pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, and his tongue lolled out, small pleading noises leaving his throat.

The other two glance at an obviously painfully turned-on Todoroki in amusement.

"Uh, I think we broke him, Todorbro?" Kirishima snickers.

"Yeah, I've trained him well. Let go of his hair and probably get them bickering again." Todoroki smirks, trying to be sneaky about palming himself through his pants.

"Just jerk off normally if you're gonna sit there and watch, dumbass!" Bakugou snapped at the heterochromatic boy sitting backward on his desk chair.

Kirishima meanwhile had let go of green curls and was kissing some sense back into the other boy. He regained some of his bearings just in time to hear the insult thrown at his boyfriend and was quick to jump to his defense, smacking the blonde's ass with a glare.

"None of that, fucking brat," Midoriya growls, smirking when Bakugou yelps and whines needily. "We are not shit-talking my already emotionally scarred boyfriend."

"Bakubabe, no. I know what you're thinking, and it’s too far." Kirishima sighs, seeing the smirk trying to form on the blonde's face.

"Physically scarred, too." Todoroki chimes in, making Bakugou cackle and the other two groan.

"Read my damn mind, Icy-Hot!" Bakugou snickers.

"My brother suggested using humor for the trauma. 'Laugh away the pain or at the very least at the horror on others' faces.'" The two-toned boy shrugged, a smirk of his own twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"Sho, no." Izuku sighs. "Please stop listening to the villain."

"That one was Natsuo, actually."

Bakugo burst out laughing again at the frustrated groan this drags from the greenette, but yelps when this earns him another slap on the ass. "Dammit, Deku!"

This just earns him a glare, but nothing more which just frustrates the blonde more.

He looks to Kirishima for any kind of help, but the redhead just looks amused.

‘Fucker.’ Bakugou glares, thinking for a second before smirking. “Are you gonna fucking do something you damn nerd or should we switch out for your boyfriend there?” He grins.

Midoriya glares down at the brat. “Kirishima? He’s your brat, do you want front or back?”

Kirishima laughs at Midoriya falling right into the blonde’s hands but pretends to think about it. “I mean, I think you’ve been wanting to shut him up for a while now.”

Izuku smirks in return. “Oh, you have no idea.” He chuckles darkly, grabbing Bakugou’s chin. “Gonna make him choke on it.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you trY! Ah~! Fucking cheater!” The blonde moans as the greenette starts stroking him again to silence him.

“Yup.” Izuku hums smugly before his arms flex and he flips the blonde onto his stomach before pulling his hips and bringing him up to his knees.

Bakugou attempts to choke down his moan at being manhandled, not wanting to give his rival the satisfaction as the Christmas-haired duo move around him; Kirishima moving behind him and Izuku in front of him. He doesn’t have as much luck with the next sound as Kirishima apparently decides to lean down and lick at the access lube leaking from his ass and wiggle his tongue inside causing the blonde to cry out.

Izuku takes advantage of the blonde’s now open mouth to pull his head up by his hair and slip inside, groaning when Bakugou’s moan vibrates up his length. “Shiiit.”

Bakugou chokes a little but does his best to swallow and breathe through his nose. Deku isn’t as long as Kirishima, but he is thicker and the blonde’s jaw aches as he tries to accommodate the unfamiliar stretch, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

The sight is enough to make Midoriya throb which draws another moan from the already shaking blonde. Midoriya inches forward more, trying to fit the rest down the blonde’s throat and having trouble controlling himself when the heat swallows and tightens around him. He doesn’t even need to look up to know when Kirishima starts sliding in, he can tell by the drawn-out moan that races up his cock. “Fuck, Kacchan!”

During this, Kirishima had spent some time taking Bakugou apart with his tongue, but when the blonde’s legs start shaking and he sits up, the glimpse of tears forming in red eyes makes him decide he can’t wait any longer and he lines himself up to sink in. He can’t help but smirk when he realizes he caught the two off guard and the greenette curses. “Tight isn’t he?”

“Hot, too.” Izuku groans, gripping blonde locks harder as he thrusts forward more.

“Wait ‘til you feel back here.” Kirishima smirks, smacking the blonde’s ass and getting another moan from both.

“Tap system for safe signals?” The greenette hums.

“Snap system. I can’t always feel the taps when hardened.” Kirishima explains, working himself in ‘til the hilt.

Midoriya opens his mouth, but Todoroki cuts him off, knowing the look in his eyes. “You can play 20 Questions after, Izu.”

Midoriya pouts but relents. “How do you want to do this? In sync? Back and forth? Or just fuck him onto me like a cock sleeve?”

Bakugou moans beneath them as they decide his fate like he’s not even there, and silently begs for the last one, just wanting to be used.

Kirishima hums, pretending to think, but really observing the blonde’s reactions. He groans when Bakugou tightens around him at the end of Midoriya’s questioning. “I don’t think he wants to be able to explain why he’s limping tomorrow.”

Izuku smirks. “That can be arrAnged! Shit!”

Bakugou moans in anticipation before gagging slightly when Deku accidentally thrusts his hips but he doesn’t try to get away just swallows to adjust.

“Hold on then, Midobro.” Kirishima snickers with a sharp-toothed smirk as he slowly pulls almost all the way out, reveling in how Bakugou whines before starting a brutal pace that lurches the blonde onto the greenette’s cock with each thrust, Midoriya pushing Bakugou back every time Kirishima pulls out so he can be forced back down.

Bakugou does his best to keep his throat relaxed as he was stretched from both ends but still gags around the girth occasionally which only makes the greenette go harder as the blonde’s throat flutters around him.

Tears were streaming freely from the blonde’s eyes at this point but he made no move to stop the activities as the other two continue to use him as their fuck toy. Every time the redhead would brush his prostate, it ripped a moan from somewhere low in his throat which in turn would make the abuse to his throat rougher and cause him to clench around Kirishima’s length which would just spur him on more as well.

Bakugou could tell when Deku was getting close as his thrusts grew erratic and made it hard for the blonde to time his breathing, making him light-headed and causing his throat to further spasm around the greenette’s already sensitive head. It doesn’t take long at all before Izuku is spilling down the blonde’s throat and pulling out slowly to smear him cum across the other’s tongue.

An absolutely ruined groan leaves Bakugou’s throat, and the sight apparently leaves Todoroki in a similar state as he tries to hold back his own orgasm and gives Bakugou an idea. He leaves his mouth to hang open so Deku can see his cum collected there as he motions for Todoroki to come closer.

The dual-colored boy is understandably confused but is too strung out to question it as he rolls himself over on the chair, not trusting himself to stand. Bakugou gives him the hand signal for ‘Trust me?’ that they learned in hero training, and Todoroki nods before he is pulled into a kiss by his half-open shirt. His eyes widen in shock, but he makes no move to pull away and instead kisses back, moaning low when he realizes Bakugou is using the kiss to swap Izu’s cum into his mouth and he grabs the blonde’s hair to kiss and lick into his mouth like a starving man.

Bakugou doesn’t object as he uses the other for support as Kirishima continues to pound into him, somehow managing to go harder at the sight in front of him and Bakugou’s thighs tremble in their effort to hold him up.

Izuku. meanwhile, is leaning against the headboard to catch his breath, and is staring at the sight dumbfounded, his spent cock trying to twitch in interest.

“Fuck, Kat!” Kirishima all but growls as he snaps his hips to smack against the blonde’s firm ass. He knew there was a possibility Bakugou would allow the half and half boy to get involved, but he thought it would be from afar, and even if it included touching, didn’t think it would be this hot as he sees a white string of cum laden spit connect their mouths when they break for air.

“AHhhh~! Ei! Too much! Hurry! Please!” Bakugou croaks, clinging to Todoroki’s half-opened shit as the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto the bed.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fu-Ah~! KAt!” Kirishima all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and surges forward to bite into already prettily scarred shoulders, cumming hard into his whimpering blonde.

Bakugou practically sobs as his vision whites out at the feeling of being filled and cums across his stomach and bedsheets, some even managing to make it onto Todoroki’s pants as he collapses into the taller, panting boy.

Moments later, Bakugou starts to come back to himself when he feels a cool hand wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Still with us?” A soft monotone hums.

Bakugou whimpers, but nods an affirmative, moving the cold hand to just cover his face and help bring him back. “Stelin yer boifrnd, Dku.” He mumbles into the palm. (Stealing your boyfriend, Deku.)

“How does he have any sass left in him?” Midoriya scoffs at Kirishima.

“He just had the brilliant idea to swap your cum into Todobro’s mouth, nothing surprises me with him anymore.” Kirishima laughs, pulling out slowly and cooing at the whimper it causes. “Shh, you’re alright, Bakubabe.”

“Twu empty (Too empty),” Bakugou complains.

“Aren’t you sensitive though, baby?” Kirishima chuckles fondly, reaching over to play with blonde locks.

“Streshed. Wanna ve full. (Stressed. Wanna be full.)”

“Hmmm, what do you think Midobro? Able to fill him while I catch my breath?”

Midoriya glances down at his spit-covered half-chub, and strokes it experimentally, wincing a bit in over sensitivity but nodding. “Could use some help but probably?”

“If he’s okay with it, I might be able to help?” Todoroki offers, pulling his hand away from the blonde enough to see his face. “What do you think?”

Bakugou grumbles in annoyance when the cool hand leaves his face, but considers for a moment before nodding. “You saw the book too so you know what not to do.”

“I’ll make sure not to.” Todorki agrees before manhandling Bakugou into the position he wants so the other two have a full view of the blonde’s leaking hole. This also incidentally leaves Bakugou’s face forced into split-colored pubes and a dick comparable to Eijirou’s in length and thicker next to his face. “You can ignore it if you want. I’ll just use Izu later assuming he has the energy.”

Bakugou is grateful for the lack of pressure and hums in appreciation. “No wonder the nerd is so cock stupid.”

Todoroki chuckles before reaching down and spreading the blonde’s cheeks open to reveal his hole further, some of Eijirou’s cum dribbling out at the action.

The other groan at the sight, Izuku already stroking a little faster now after retrieving the lube once more.

“Shit .” He cursed as Todoroki scooped that lube back up, and used it to start fingering the blonde’s ass himself, making sure to scissor him open nice and wide so the other two could get a good view and to occasionally move his own hips so Bakugou couldn’t use them to hide his desperate whines.

“Come on, Bakugou. If you continue doing that, they won’t be able to hear your pretty sounds.” Todoroki hums, smirking slightly when this gets a moan from the blonde.

“So long.” Bakugou mumbles, thrusting his hips back to meet the heterochromatic boy’s fingers.

“So Izuku says.” Todoroki nods, demonstrating by wiggling them deeper until he finds the spot that makes Bakugou cry out and continues to rub the bundle of nerves, drawing more and more whines and moans from once again desperate blonde.

“Ah, fuck, Icy-Hot! Fuck! Too much! Too much! Ahh~! Ple-” He almost manages to drag a plead out of the blonde, but Bakugou catches himself and decides to busy his mouth by dropping it as far onto Todoroki’s cock as it will go, not caring when the other instinctively bucks into his mouth and he gags a little.

“Shit. That desperate to not beg for it, huh?” Todoroki hisses out as he tries to keep his hips still. “I thought your quirk was in your hands, why is your mouth so hot?” He’s failing.

Luckily, Bakugou is much more prepared this time as he relaxes his throat and lets the other work into his mouth little by little, still abusing his oversensitive prostate all the while and making him moan.

Midoriya, meanwhile, is back at full hardness. Oversensitive, sure, but nothing Todoroki hasn’t put him through before. He crawls over to where his boyfriend is knuckle-deep in his rival’s ass and lines the head of his cock up alongside the fingers. He groans low as he slides in next to them and his boyfriend curses from the blonde crying out around his dick.

“Shit, Izu. You’re gonna break the poor boy.” Todoroki hisses out as Bakugou starts trembling in sensitivity.

“Good,” Midoriya smirks, and Bakugou moans again, knowing he’s about to be ruined. “Move your fingers, Sho. I’m going to use 1%.”

Bakugou whines around Todoroki’s cock as he does as he’s told and Izuku bottoms out. Both let him adjust to being so stuffed on both sides as Todoroki finally helps work him down to bury his nose in his pube before they even think of starting.

“Are you okay with me fucking your mouth, or do you just want to cock warm?” Todoroki asks.

Bakugou hums, thinking before holding up one finger for the first option.

“Shit, Kacchan. Just how much did you overwork yourself.” Midoriya wonders aloud.

The blonde’s only response is to flip him off which gives Deku all the incentive he needs to power up and pull all the way back out before slamming back in, and making the other all but scream around his boyfriend’s cock.

Todoroki grips blonde hair harshly in response before following his boyfriend’s lead in roughly fucking the blonde’s throat.

Tears prick at Bakugou’s eyes once more as he works on breathing through his nose, but it’s difficult when the air is being knocked out of him from behind, and Izuku is using those godforsaken observation skills of his to find his prostate almost immediately and nail it almost every time.

He lets out another choked cry when wet heat closes around his cock, and he realizes Kirishima is laying under him and letting his cock be fucked into his mouth with just enough grip to be too much, but not nearly enough to bring him near the edge.

Bakugou rests his arms around Todoroki’s waist for some form of stability as he’s used from every direction, and he thinks he might lose his mind and he cries in overstimulation.

At some point, his mind begins to feel like cotton and he goes into autopilot, throat completely relaxing and ass clenching around each pass as the perfect little cock sleeve even as he claws at Todoroki’s back.

Eventually, he cums into Kirishima’s mouth, making the redhead moan before he’s being dragged out by Midoriya who pulls him up into a sloppy kiss, licking into his sharped toothed mouth to get a taste of his childhood friend.

“Fuuuck~” Midoriya groans, lighting pattern around his body growing unnoticeably brighter as he slips into 2% and Bakugou’s fucked out noises turn into sobs of pleasure.

The added stimulation is what has Todoroki cumming hard down Bakugou’s throat minutes later, and he groans in a mixture of arousal and over sensitivity as the blonde swallows it all with a moan. He rests, slummed against the chair for a moment to catch his breath before he carefully attempts to remove Bakugou from his softening length, only to be met with protests. He’s confused by this until he looks down and sees the unfocused look in the tear-filled eyes staring up at him and realizes the blonde might be in subspace.

‘Oh.’ Todoroki thinks as he pets through blonde locks instead. “Do you want to cock warm until they’re done?” He whispers.

It takes Bakugou a moment and Todoroki opens his mouth to repeat the question, but before he does he gets a small happy hum between his other desperate noises and bobs his head in a nod.

Todoroki winces at the continued stimulation, but damn him if he isn’t weak for a happy sub. “Okay, you can stay.” He hums, continuing to pet the blonde’s hair.

Bakugou eventually gives another happy hum when Todoroki’s words finally process before letting his throat relax once more as the greenette continues to use his ass.

“I think he went under,” Todoroki informs the other two who were still fiercely making out while Midoriya pounded into the blonde.

Kirishima perks at this, pulling away from Midobro to crawl over and see Kat’s fucked out and relaxed face. “Aw, baby.” Kirishima smiles, doing his best to kiss the blonde’s forehead with Todoroki’s stomach acting as an obstacle. “Yeah, he’s going to need a lot of cuddles.”

“KaA-Kacchan’s under?” Midoriya pants, nearing the edge.

“He whined when I tried to take him off my cock. Is he usually like this?”

“Yeah, he’ll probably want plugged until he comes back if that’s okay with you?” Kirishima smiles fondly, carding his fingers through the side of Bakugou’s hair.

“Plugged?” Midoriya squeaks before groaning. “Shit! AAAaaaH~!” He all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside his rival.

Kirishima takes that as a yes, going to the closet and coming back barely a minute later with a sizeable plug, lubing it up. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Ye-yeah.” Midoriya pants.

“Do you want plugged, baby?” Kirishima coos to Bakugou.

It takes a moment for the question to process but the blonde whines, nodding as best he can with cock in his mouth.

Kirishima chuckles, shuffling behind him as Midoriya pulls out, slipping the lubed-up plug in the sloppy hole before much can escape. “There you go, baby.”

Bakugou whines, wiggling his ass a little and realizing it’s the one with the long, fluffy tail he can cuddle and play with and he hums happily.

Todoroki hisses again before looking to Kirishima for help. “Can I take him off now?”

There’s another whine, but Kirishima nods. “I’m honestly surprised he even wanted to do that since he hates being gagged in any way. Probably best to not still be in his throat when he starts coming to though.”

“The slime incident?” Midoriya asks from where he’s collapsed on the pillows, catching his breath.

“Yup.” Kirishima nods.

Todoroki looks confused for only a second before he remembers a note in the book from bondage and his eyes widen in internal panic that he may have messed up somehow.

Izuku notices immediately by the way the heterochromatic boy stiffens. “I heard you give him and out and he chose to do that. Kirishima probably just means it’s best not to be like that when he’s still kind of out of it in case it triggers something. If you still feel bad you can apologize when he comes back to himself, but you freaking out will only make it worse for him.”

Kirishima frowns before understanding. “Oh! Yeah, Todobro. I was just referring to the weird between states. He should be totally okay, but if it will make you feel better to apologize, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that extra respect for his boundaries. Even out of it, you wouldn’t have been able to make him do anything he didn’t want to. We’d be treating burn injuries right now if you tried.”

Their reassurance did help him at least not panic, but he was still frowning. “I-...I think I’ll do that. I would like my friend to trust me.”

“Whatever works for you.” Kirishima grins. “But he also wouldn’t have invited near the bed if he didn’t have some level of trust for you already so I’m sure you’re fine.”

Todoroki nods before petting blonde locks until the stubborn suction around his cock releases and he can pull the blonde off of him.

Bakugou whines but quickly curls up in Kirishima’s lap when pulled into a hug.

Todoroki and Midoriya look at each other, trying to figure out what to do before seeming to reach a conclusion as Midoriya takes off his shirt and Todoroki melts some ice to make the shirt into a sort of damp washcloth. They hand it to Kirishima who blinks in awe before giving the other two a big grin.

“Well, that’s handy.” He chuckles, beginning to wipe Bakugou down some so he’s not grossed out and annoyed when he comes back down.

“Clean up is so freaking easy when your boyfriend can just make water.” Midoriya laughs. “Do you want me to just pick him up and carry him to to the bath?”

“Not yet.” Kirishima shakes his head. “He’s just gonna want cuddles right now… Todoroki if you want to bring your warm side over here and just talk about anything, I know he said your voice was soothing.”

Todoroki hesitates, still feeling guilty, but decides to trust the blonde’s boyfriend and does as he’s told, helping Kirishima rearrange them so Bakugou can be curled into the human heater, the warm hand resting on what is sure to be a sore back later.

Eventually, Midoriya slinks over as well and they form a little cuddle pile around the blonde, whispering, and cooing to get happy noises out of him. After about half an hour, clarity begins to return to red eyes, and the blonde yawns.

“Wha habend? (What happened?)” Bakugou slurs, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“You dipped into subspace, baby.” Kirishima whispers, still petting blonde locks. “Feel better?”

“Mhmm.” Bakugou hums, curling further into the muscled space heater next to him. “Thang you.”

“Any time, baby.” Kirishima kisses his cheek.

“Should I now?” Todoroki whispers awkwardly.

“If you want?” Kirishima nods.

The dual-haired boy nods. “Bakugou?”

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry about the cockwarming thing. I know your book said you don’t like gagged and you were out of it, and I know you did it ourself, but-”

“You’ve been dating Deku too long.” Bakugou cuts him off yawning. “Stop rambling. It’ okay. You gave me the option not to, and I chose to...Thank you though, but stop panicking.”

Todoroki blinks, ignoring Izuku’s offended huff but gives a small smile. “If you’re sure.”

“Positive. Now shush. More human heating pad.”

“Is that all I am to people?”

“Yup.” Bakugou and Izuku quip in unison, Izuku bursting out laughing as his boyfriend pouts.

“Brats. The both of you.” Kirishima laughs, kissing his boyfriend again before kicking the soiled blanket away and pulling away long enough to reach under the bed for a clean one. “Come on, I don’t think he’s going to stay awake long enough to clean him right now. Naptime.”

With that, they all arranged themselves so Bakugou had contact with everyone and drifted to sleep, all thoroughly fucked out, but more than willing to try that again.

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