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propertyofwicked · 2 months

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BREATHE - LN

based on this request - (absolutely obsessed with this concept, i hope i did it justice)

sooo i caugh myself thinking about lando's huuuge neck and him probably having kind of a choking kink but on himself ykwym? like reader riding him and putting her hands on his neck without realizing and he's just enjoying it and eventually asks her to choke him a bit harder maybe... idk 😭 could you write something based on this? -anon

warnings: smut! MDNI! riding, choking, unprotected sex, not proofread so apologise for any mistakes!

SONG CHOICE: breathe by bby

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her legs were thrown either side of lando’s, straddling his waist tightly as she ground herself down his cock. his hands rested on her hips, pulling her body to move back and forth on his length. the veins running down his arms enlarged slightly as he used his strength to hold her still for a moment, forcing himself as deep as physically possible inside her.

y/n could feel every movement below her - his hips rolling up into hers, his legs spasming up slightly every time she moaned out his name, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs, nails scraping the flesh as he did.

“fuck, angel,” he grunted, “so good f’me.”

her head rolled back at his praise, choking out a moan when his hips lifted into her once again, her walls tightening around him as she did. her body fell forward at the feeling, hands moving to rest on his chest for stability. her legs had grown tired ages ago, but the feeling of lando’s cock sliding in and out of her heat as she bounced lightly consumed her every thought, she couldn’t fathom the possibility of this feeling ending.

his hand left her hip, snaking between the two of them to toy with her clit, using the slick coating his cock to allow his fingers to circle it seamlessly. her pleasure intensified, an icy tingle running through her entire body as her grip on his chest slipped. she fell into him further, her hands the only thing stopping her from folding into his chest completely when they landed on the base of his neck. she looked at the man as he lay beneath her, his lips had parted, heavy breaths filling the room, head rolled back into the pillow as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

“fuck, lan, just like that,” she said, encouraging the way his hips jutted into her at the loss of her own movement. lando’s thrusting was faster than her own bouncing, his length hitting new angles as his pushed himself up into her. the feeling had her tightening around not only his cock, but also his neck, her hands sporadically gripping either side. she noticed his breathing hastening again, his assault on her clit faltering slightly.

she tried to push herself back up again to continue grinding down on him, causing the pressure of her body weight to press into lando’s neck again. his head remained still, but the muscles in his neck flexed beneath her hands, a low grumble escaping his throat as she applied more pressure to his airway.

y/n assumed she’d hurt him, despite her hands looking so small and weak compared to his neck. lando moaned out beneath her, choking out her name as he did.

“sorry,” she panted, loosening her grip on his neck, noticing the way their sweat coated her palms slightly. he didn’t respond. instead, his head shot up to look in her eyes, his gaze intense as he shook his head.

“do it again,” lando begged, yet his tone holding a sense of something sinister. a tone that only showed when the roles were reversed. a tone he unintentionally reserved for the times one of his hands was wrapped around her neck, squeezing at her airways.

“are you sure?” she questioned, her fingers running along his jaw as she searched his face for any sign of hesitation.

“angel, please,” he continued to beg her, moving his hand from her clit to hold hers, trailing it slowly down the tanned skin of his face, settling it on his neck. her fingers spread across his throat, pushing the cold metal of his necklace away from the area, her hips pushed her lower body down his cock once more, the feeling of being stretched around him overriding any doubt swimming through her mind.

y/n’s hand tightened apprehensively around his neck once more, using her grip to stabilise the rest of her body as she ground down on him. lando mumbled something incoherent, his words merging into one as he struggled to contain himself.

“is this ok?” she asked him, her eyes softening in her concern.

“y/n, angel,” he replied reassuringly, his tone momentarily soft, “you weren’t even close to hurting me with both hands on my neck. just pl- please, choke me.”

his borderline begging spurred her on, her fingers flat on his neck, thumb on the base of his jaw as she deepened her grip. this was a new experience for the two of them, usually lando being the one to lavish in her begging, hands gripped around her throat as he fucked into her.

and yet, whilst their roles were reversed, lando kept his control over her. his hips now moving in time with hers, hands returning to their grip on her waist, pushing her body down on him. he was her only thought. the way his moaning intensified, the sound filling her brain till she was dumb. excitement filling her veins at the way he fell apart beneath her, more vocal at her every move. and despite the way their position made him look submissive, the control she had of his breathing, fingers squeezing tighter with every thrust, his fingers ran circles around her clit, pinching it lightly when she paused her bouncing - she knew who was in charge.

lando looked at the sight in front of him, at his cock, enamoured by the way y/n sunk down on him, any thoughts wiped away immediately at the sight of his length disappearing inside of her fully, and reappearing covered in her slick. he loved how wet she got for him, even after years together. no matter how many times they did this, she was always ready for him, ready to take everything he had to offer her.

his mouth opened to praise her, trailing his eyes up her body. but the words got caught in his mouth - he didn’t know if it was her tight grip around his neck, the feeling of her skin on his, or the way her breasts moved as she forced his cock into her again. his eyes never got round to meeting hers, as he felt waves of pleasure running through his entire body, his hips thrust up into her suddenly, taking her by surprise, hand falling to the side of him leaving her clit unattended. she started to whine at the loss of contact but with no warning, lando had climaxed, his cum spilling from his tip, filling his girl, leaking out of her as she took him in fully again. her movements haltered at the sudden feeling of his cum spewing into her, her grip on his neck loosened, his large hand subconsciously rocking her hips into his to ride out his own high.

lando took in a deep breathe, heat rising to his face in a mix of shock and embarrassment at how quickly he came undone with her hand around his throat.

“fuck i-” he breathed out, chest shaking as he did. his eyes finally met hers, he noted the way her pupils were blown, and the way her hair fell in front of her face, strands sticking to her cheek. she was ruined, and all because of him. he cupped her face, kissing her softly before tucking her hair behind her ear, “so good for me, love you,” he panted.

“lan, please,” she moaned out, ignoring his words, grinding her hips down on his softening cock. in his shock, he’d momentarily forgotten about her. she was so close, but her orgasm was moving further away from her grasp as time passed.

“i know, baby,” lando cooed at her, feeling somewhat guilty for her predicament, arms wrapping around her and rolling the two of them over so that she laid on her back beneath him. his necklace dangled around her lips, taunting her.

“gonna make you feel so good, yeah? such a good girl,” he mumbled in her ear, pressing a kiss to her jaw before sliding down her body, settling between her legs before pulling them over his shoulder. she was exposed to him, his eyes staring at the way his cum leaked from her. the flesh was red, overstimulated and sore from the stretch of his cock. he let out a breathe, the air blowing on her sensitivity causing her hips to shoot upwards.

“patience, angel. wanna take my time with you.”

requests are open!! lemme know your thoughts! <3

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #formula 1 #mclaren f1 #mclaren #lando norris fluff #propertyofwicked #oscar piastri #LN4 #OP81

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bloombubs · 7 months

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— blurb ; " what are we?" notes: reader x adrian chase / adrian being a lil idiot / making out and touching / idk how to end it i just had this little scene in my head. wc: 1k

“What are we?” Y/N asked, a bit breathless as she pulled away from the kiss. The lamp on Harcourt’s desk dimly lit the headquarters that highlighted the scattered paperwork, files, and abandoned computer mouse and keyboard from Y/N’s workstation. She sat on the edge of the desk, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat growing between her and Adrian. The open room bore witness to their impulsive passion after a mission together, unable to keep their hands to themselves long enough to get back to either or’s apartment.

Adrian stood between her legs, the worn tiles beneath his boots feeling cool against the soles. His hands, calloused from missions and personal training, squeezed the softness of her upper thigh and the curve of her side. The tension and desire between the two were palpable, the air mixed with adrenaline and the faint scent of metal from the shots fired tonight.

Y/N’s hands cupped Adrian’s jaw, her thumbs caressing his cheeks. She noted how Adrian’s glasses sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose—the lenses bearing smudge marks from the close contact of their faces.

“Work colleagues. What else?” Adrian’s brows furrowed together, his eyes flickering around her face, taking in all her details. Headlights of cars flickered through the drawn blinds, occasionally filling the room with light.

Y/N cocked her eyebrow at his answer, tilting her head to the side. The flickering of Harcourt’s lamp caught her attention for a moment, accentuating the playful gleam in Y/N’s eyes. Out of all the possible responses, Adrian’s matter-of-fact tone caught her by surprise. She almost anticipated him saying something along the lines of ‘friends with benefits’--but with a more lewd phrasing that would only cause her to roll her eyes and have a smile tug on her lips.

“Do you makeout with your coworkers at Fennel Fields like this?”

“Nope.”

“What about anyone on this team?”

“Just you.” Adrian’s gaze held hers, his hand now running up and down the fabric on her thigh. He pinched and rolled the fabric between his fingers, almost tugging at it. The two were both in their uniforms, her uniform more similar to Harcourt’s, while he was in his Vigilante gear. Y/N’s hands slipped down to his chest. His soft curls bounded as he admired her body, his weight shifting between his legs.

“I don’t think we’re just work colleagues,” even the phrase leaving her lips sounded off. Colleagues? Not even partners in crime?

Adrian’s eyes widened, his grasp pulling her closer. He felt like he was losing her in this conversation. He yanked her hips to be closer to him, her butt barely sitting on the edge of her desk. The movement caused her to squeak, looking at Adrian with confusion based on his sudden movements. “What? Why?”

“Adrian, I don’t just want to be…work colleagues–I want something more than this–” Y/N started off, her heart beating as she felt his grip tighten on her waist.

“What, like people who enjoy-getting-freaky-with-each-other-on-and-off-the-clock-and-have-sleepovers?” His question made Y/N groan, tilting her head back, which led to Adrian attaching his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down her skin, nipping and tugging at her flesh. His hand slipped around to her lower back, trying to support her. Almost as if he was worried about her changing his mind about him–he didn’t want whatever they had to stop.

“I think we’re already friends with benefits.” She gasped at the feeling of Adrian’s teeth grazing her neck, her nails digging into the padding of his suit. Adrian’s lips explored the delicate skin of her neck, she found herself caught between surrendering to the desire and pushing for something more profound.

“I want more–” Her voice trembled with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation, her confession hanging in the air like a charged current.

“More of what? The neck biting? The groping? I can take off my pants right now, Y/N–” Adrian’s voice held a note of confusion, but his hands, still exploring her, betrayed an underlying yearning. His touch conveyed a silent plea for clarity, an attempt to understand her statement.

“Holy shit, Adrian–I like you. I want to be more than this!” She exclaimed, pushing him away from the nook of her neck. The distance she created left him with a lingering ache.

Y/N’s heart raced, the air in the office space held palpable tension. Her eyes, wide and searching, met Adrian’s, silently urging him to comprehend the weight of her words and what she was trying to convey. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her gaze exposing her vulnerability–in fear of risking what they had for the possibility of something deeper.

“Like what?” Adrian’s face turned slightly red, a flush of emotion–more than he would ever be able to identify. He stumbled over his words, avoiding direct eye contact–yet, his fingers traced up and down her wrist, despite all his uncertainty, he was certain he still wanted to be with her. Y/N was an anomaly in his life, and in that moment, he grappled with the unfamiliar territory of an emotional connection.

The nights where Y/N wasn’t curled up beside him lingered in Adrian’s mind, a sense of longing in his chest. The fantasies of waking up with her, sharing mundane moments and making her his echo in the soft strokes of his fingers on her wrist. He liked the idea of waking up to her almost everyday, being there to take showers with her, to brush her hair, to have movie marathons and eat the take out from his job–or to flirt with her in the grocery shop aisles, teach her DND, admire her figure from across the gym without feeling like a creep because Y/N would be his.

“Like my girlfriend?” He asked softly, the question hanging in the air—a vulnerable plea for reciprocation. There was a shift in his tone, perhaps the most serious one Y/N’s ever heard from him. It hinted at the genuine desire to be closer to her.

“Yea–boyfriend and girlfriend. I feel like we already do most of that stuff anyways–” She was interrupted as she felt his hands cup her face, kissing her passionately. The kiss held more emotion, his touch soft and yearning.

No one at Fennel Fields would believe Adrian Chase has a girlfriend.

#( adrian chase )#( mine )#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase #idk what this is

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todayisyourturntolose · 8 months

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Share pdude hcs??? 😈

ok soooo. idk if you mean one pdude in particular sooo imma do the basic ones! (p1,p2,p3,p4)

good lord it has been forever since ive been able to write down my hcs for these sillies, and i have a whole bunch so i'll put it under le cut :)

-well versed in ASL, uses it in overwhelming situations

-sunglasses double as prescription lenses (i give this hc to basically all of the other dudes, but i think p1 would need glasses more than any of them)

-probably the smartest of the other dudes. essentially a polymath. if you ask him a question about almost anything, he'd probably give you a reasonable answer

-surprisingly good at drawing. does better with drawing portraits rather than full body. has a very scratchy and rough looking art style

-(technically canon bcuz of like, the war journal) writes in a journal (essentially a diary, but he'd rather die than call it that), mainly writes about his emotions and internal struggles, but sometimes writes about the other dudes and his experiences with them

-cannot go to sleep in silence. he's gotta have music on or some sort of background noise or else his mind starts to wander

-physically can't stay in one place without moving. whether it be rocking in place, tapping his foot, or shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he's always making some sort of movement.

-actually pretty friendly to those around him. he just has a pretty short temper, getting easily agitated by things (or people) around him

-besides p1, probably the skinniest of all the dudes. mans is all bones compared to say p4 or p3

-champ is his emotional support animal. he's been through a lot, and champ is basically his only refresher from the hell he lives in

-strangely flexible...can slip through fairly small cracks and corners easily

-has a LOT of vocal stims. this mf meows whenever he sees a cat. he makes random noises to himself. he repeats things that he hears others say

-got a surprisingly good amount of muscle on him. goes to the gym pretty often. definitely flexes whenever he gets the chance

-slight southern accent. very noticeable when he gets angry or when he talks fast. if you point it out to him, he'd probably get really embarrassed

-average r&b enjoyer. out of the blue, p1 once asked who luther vandross was, to which p3 gave an almost hour long lecture about the importance of r&b and why it's one of the best genres to date, why old r&b is miles better than new r&b, quizzing p1 on different artists, etc

-also an unironic country music enjoyer. he begs and pleads the other dudes to let him play just a little bit of johnny cash whenever he's offered the aux cord. maybe a bit of dolly parton. hell, probably some shania twain, if he's feeling bold.

-a fairly good singer. he's no freddie mercury, but to say he's horrible would be an overstatement. knows what songs are in his range, and which ones aren't. isn't really one to sing out loud in front of a lot of people, though. (one time, he sang to p1 in an attempt to calm him down during one of his moments. it worked, surprisingly :0)

-one of the happiest dudes. at this point in his life, he's not nearly as violent as the others (he still has his moments, of course, but he's not one to just spontaneously go ham) and just sorta accepts things as they are

-a genre GOD. this man listens to pretty much everything. his favorite genres are funk, nu-metal (or metal in general), pop, and r&b (he and p3 bond over their fav artists)

-while champ is basically an emotional support animal to p2, to p4, champ is more of a service dog. he's getting older, which means he isn't able to do things as easily as he used to, so champ is there to fetch things for him and in general, just help him with daily tasks

-very confident with who he is. he isn't embarrassed by the things he does. he takes pride in being different.

-doesn't give himself labels when it comes to sexuality or gender. it's not that he's against it, he just prefers the idea of being unlabeled. (though, i personally hc him as being pansexual and transmasc. you go grandpa.)

-DAD BOD. a fair bita muscle, though. he's pretty strong compared to the other dudes.

-has an array of random talents. one day he'll just start juggling randomly and be like "oh, this? yeah, i picked it up a few years ago. nothing to write home about, to be honest."

aaaaand that's all! sorry if it's a lot, i just rlly have a lot to say abt these goobers (and even more to say abt the dudes i didn't include!)

#postal #postal dude #postal 1 #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4

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blackjackkent · 5 months

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Pairing: Unkindled/Firekeeper Warnings: None Word Count: ~740 Setting: Dark Souls 3, directly after the End of Fire ending

A/N: Random little flashfic vignette that my brain insisted on spitting out after thinking about DS3 for the first time in a while and having feels about the End of Fire. Honestly I have a whole longfic in mind about an Unkindled's journey towards this ending that I would like to write, but idk if I will ever actually get around to it, so this is what I have produced instead, at least for the time being.

Idk how good this is or how much sense it will make to anyone besides me. XD Like DS itself, it operates more upon vibes than sense. But here it is for anyone with interest in such things, and hopefully my brain will let me go to bed now. <3

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“Ashen one… hearest thou my voice still?” she asks.

All is dark. The first flame has burned out at last; not even embers remain. And with it has gone all light out of the world, even that pale ring of fire that had been the sun’s last dying form. The blackness is absolute.

He breathes - once in, once out. Then again. The kiln smells of charred bones.

The firekeeper speaks again, her voice like the whisper of silk on skin. “Ashen one… what we have done may not be undone. Dost thou still hear me?”

He turns his head, listening. In the silence of the darkened world, he can hear the gentle susurration of her feet through the infinite ash that blankets the kiln. So many have died in this place, fed themselves to the fire in pursuit of immortality for a god long dead. But no more bodies will burn here now. They have seen to that.

They have seen to the end of the world.

“What have we wrought, ashen one?” she asks him. There is a tremble in her voice. “Surely we were not wrong? The world had stretched itself to breaking, its only respite to be found in utter surcease… It was a kindness we did, and yet I did not, in all my visions, sense how cold it would be…”

He feels that chill as well, seeping through his armor. It is not a chill merely of the air, but of the world itself. Its heart has been stopped; its flame-blood no longer flows.

It matters not to him, of course. He is not alive, in spite of his breath and the twitch of his flesh, but merely a construct molded of the remnants of those who came before. No matter how cold this long night grows, he will not freeze.

But she might…

The thought stirs him from his torpor, as his own discomfort did not. Were he abandoned to witness this sea of black in solitude, he might have sat there unmoving for many hours before finding the will to rouse himself. But he is not alone.

The fire has faded, and the world with it. But she is still here, as she has been waiting at the end of every battle since he was pulled gasping from the grave. She has been his voice, as he has been her eyes. She has given him strength, and he has acted for both of them in pursuit of a new world. And now, even in the endless darkness, he is not alone because she is with him.

He stands. His armor rasps metal on metal with the movement. He hears her soft exhalation, a sigh of relief.

“I hear thee, ashen one. Wilt thou come to me? Canst take my hand?”

He reaches out blindly, led only by the sound of her voice and that nearly imperceptible sound of ash under her feet. His gauntleted hand brushes the sleeve of her robe, and then her fingers close around his with a desperate intensity that he can feel even through steel and leather. She tugs his hand to pull him to her; he cannot see her but he feels her weight as she leans into his chest, her forehead pressed to his breastplate just above his heart.

“I know I am not wrong in what I saw,” she says softly. “A new flame will kindle itself, dancing across the darkness. We could take no other course than this; we could not hope for a new world while the old one still writhed and struggled for breath.”

It is a plea for reassurance, for comfort. He says nothing still, but releases his grip on her and begins, methodically, to strip the gauntlets from both his hands. Each metal glove falls into the ashen dune with a soft thump. When she reaches out for him again, their fingers interlace, warm skin on warm skin that says what he cannot say in words.

She relaxes; her voice softens to almost a whisper. “Yes. If we walk side by side in this darkness, there shall be nothing left to fear. Thou wilt stay with me, to see this new world together?”

He lifts her hand and presses his lips silently against her knuckles.

Her breath catches, releases shakily. “Then this is how it shall be. We shall traverse the roads of black, and I shall be at thy side.”

#dark souls 3 #ds3 #dark souls fic #dark souls fanfiction #end of fire ending #dark souls #my writing #drabble

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 2 years

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I’m listening to this classical song called “battle on the ice“ by Sergei Prokofiev and I just thought of a plot (kinda angsty but sort of happy ending???) also like, it’s kind of long 😭

Okay so imagine like electro vison reader is battling a huge hoard of monsters for a mission which was worth a lot (abyss mages, hilichurls, etc. hence why it was worth a lot) and it seemed really bleak at first, since it’s just them and Xiao (idk why I thought of xiao but moving on XD) and it seems like they’re going to lose and die when she is like “Screw it, I’m going to fight all of them at once” and idk if you know Attack on Titan or not, but it‘s basically her going full on “Levi mode“ and they’re just going absolutely crazy, and they’re killing them in seconds with her sword (using electro of course, and she just looks like a purple blur going in zig-zag‘s). Their vision and weapon are glowing abnormally bright while she’s fighting due to her huge burst of elemental energy, which feeds into her determination. Also like when they’re done fighting, they’re just passed out since they used up all their energy and Xiao’s just like 😀. Idk why I suddenly thought of this, but like, girlboss y/n 😎

-G

G-anon I apologize this has taken months to reply to!

I admit to having seen the first 2 seasons before I got bored of AOT, but I looked up the scene I think you are referring to? I also listened to meet me on the battlefield by SVRCINA while writing this, just cause I felt it would fit. I can imagine them tossing the sword and just saying Fook it, if I'm'a die, I'm'a die looking bad-ass.

Synopsis

Nearly losing a battle, you decide to go for the team and run on adrenaline, acting recklessly.

Characters present:

Xiao

And some random abyss creatures

Warnings

-_- violence (one of y’all really got pressed the last time I didn’t tag this)

Words: 388

Echos of metal clashed against shields and wooden weapons. Blood dripped down from open wounds, mixing into the dirt of the terrain. “Damn it…” The silent hiss from your lips as you staggered, legs spread and body lower to the ground as you gripped your arm stinging with a freshly cut wound. The ice pulled from the arm dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces while blood soaked the mud it gave way to. “Xiao?” The smallest drip of your voice floated over those who dared to come closer.

He stood in no better shape, weight supported on the polearm, as the mask he dawned faded away. His breaths came heavy as blood dripped from his forehead. His lips parted, while he’d meant for words to slip by the echoes of a cough lead to a few more drops staining the once clear ground. This should have been nothing but routine… it was far from it, the hoard of abyssal creatures seemed like an ocean before your heavy eyes. Among the drips of rain that began to fall, your eyes lowered. “Fuck it, if I’m going to die, I’m going down like a boss.” sliding against dirt that slowly turned to mud, your sword fell like a feather back into your hand, the pain from the gash slowly fading as electro swarms within the air, catching on the tiniest drops of water.

Xiao watched their body soar, the only visible light coming from their element. Strings of electro carved heavy violet light in the darkening atmosphere. Electro swirled and consumed enemies in powerful electric shocks, their wet bodies from the rain, leaving them defenseless against the aftershocks of their attack. One after another, they fell, collapsing beneath the weight of their blade. Xiao’s lips lifted to what, for him, was considered a smile. Entranced by the movements.

The rain began to pass just as the last one standing was driven down. They came into view, staggering on their feet and trying to find their way back to him. He watched as they drove their sword into the air with a smile before falling forward, sword clanging to the ground. “Idiot,” He grumbled, watching the mortal fall before him. These mortals were so fragile, yet they continued to fight past exhaustion and long past their breaking points in stamina.

#genshin #lu.anon interaction | G🐾#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x reader fluff #xiao fluff x reader #genshin fluff x reader #genshin impact fluff x reader #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin impact fluff #Finally a request complete U_U #9 more asks in the inbox though T_T

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Yanderes! Leona, Jack and Malleus in heat with their reader friend

HAHAHAHA EVIL LAUGHTER. Finally…. I’m getting around to this request….. i guess i might make this less “headcanon-y” and more ficlets? Scenarios? Idk? First time trying this out so here we go!

This piece of writing is purely for 18+ audiences only. Minors do NOT interact.

Pairings: Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader, Jack Howl x Fem! Reader, Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, yandere, dubcon/noncon elements, coercion, unhealthy relationships, breeding kink(?), talk of pregnancy, dark content

Leona Kingscholar

The botanical gardens was a usual hangout spot for you and your lazy friend Leona. However, when you arrived at his favorite napping spot under a specific tree, you felt something was off when he wasn’t there. You definitely knew he wouldn’t go to class unless there was some kind of exam. Was it something serious? ‘Where are you?’ You texted Leona and sent the message. After waiting a bit, your phone buzzed and Leona had replied. ‘Screw off. Leave me alone for a while.’ the text read on your screen had you feeling worried about the beastman. He was your friend - and you knew something had to be up.

The speed-walk from the gardens to Savanaclaw was a bit anxious, your body was starting to sweat as you worried about Leona. You didn’t even think to text his dorm mates like Ruggie or Jack to ask what was wrong. Once you finally made it through the mirror to his dorm, you rushed to eventually make it to Leona’s door and knocked. You were met with a loud snarl and a gruff voice. “Who the hell is it?! Go away.”

“Leona-san, I’m coming in!!” You quickly barged in, chest heaving up and down from the worry you felt. The door slammed behind you before you could even recognize what was going on in front of you.

“Leona-san! Are you okay?! I- Oh…!” Your field of vision was immediately met with Leona sprawled on his bed with his shirt off and his blanket covering up to his waist. His hand was lazily pumping up and down his length from underneath the blanket and it was so painfully obvious. Leona was panting heavily and eyes were half lidded.

“You… what the fuck are you doing here, herbivore? I told you not to come!” Leona spat from across the room, making you recoil in fear from your spot. You gulped and blushed, turning away.

“I- I’m sorry,” stammering, the words just really seemed to have a hard time finding a way out of your mouth. “I just, I thought it was something I could help you with, so I’m gonna go now!! Sorry for interrupting!!”

You quickly tried to turn around and walk back out, but didn’t realize Leona was coming closer to you only seconds prior. Your wrist was grabbed harshly and you were being yanked until your back thudded onto something hard - Leona’s chest. It was so toned and warm, you were almost tempted to lean back into it.

“Hn, I change my mind. Maybe this is something you could help me out with, herbivore...” His low and sultry voice almost purred the words into your ears sending heat to your clothed cunt. As if on cue, Leona’s calloused fingers made their way to rub at the crotch of your pants, making you squeak involuntarily.

“Leo-naa..!” you shrieked out his name, half of it turning into a moan. He growled at the noise of his name coming out of your mouth.

“Heh, it looks like you’re forcing me to do something a bit unforgivable.” The dark tone in his voice made you gulp hard. “Herbivore… I was really trying to hold back, find the perfect time to make you my mate, I even had preparations to take you away to stay with me. It was the perfect plan.” The weight of his words caused you to tense. Almost sensing your unease, Leona decided to dip his warm fingers into your pants and underwear to rub at your needy clit. You gasp and cover your mouth instantly, afraid of the noises Leona would pull out of you. Leona growled as his other hand slapped your arm away from your face.

“Don’t cover up your noises herbivore, if you know what’s good for you.” Leona angrily muttered against your ear, sending waves of panic through your system. The wet squelching sounds were only growing louder as well as your moans. “Leona-saahn~ haaah,” you threw your head back into him as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

“Hm? Don’t tell me you love being talked to like that? Does it turn you on, slut?” Leona’s smooth voice invaded your senses and only spurred you on further. “Y-yes, Leona-san!!” you were now a moaning and squirming mess. Leona guided you to the foot of his bed and pulled his fingers out of you, pushing you onto the mattress.

“This is gonna be fun, herbivore. I really, really should have done this sooner...” Leona whispered, almost to himself. Your face was sweating and you stared up at Leona helplessly, feeling his large erection grazing your thighs as he caged your body with his own, like a predator rearing to devour his prey.

Jack Howl

Vargas’s outdoor gym sessions were always difficult - even more so since you couldn’t use magic. Wanting to utilize your skills to its capacity in his class, Vargas forced you to do more physical training than the other students. Those trainings always left you and your clothes hot and sticky with sweat. Being the only female student in the school, you were also the last person to use the locker rooms, with one of your first year friends near the door to protect you and your privacy. Today was Jack’s turn and everything was going smoothly, to your knowledge. As you were idly thinking about the ways you would prepare dinner tonight, you didn’t realize how much trouble you were really in.

The door to the locker room slowly creaked open as you peeled off the layers of your gym uniform. Heavy footsteps echoed and forced you to pause all of your activities. “J-Jack..?” you whimpered, worried about who was going to catch you half naked. As the steps came closer to your location you couldn’t help but start to shake in fear.

Jack’s white hair and ears peeked around the corner of the lockers making you jump and hide your body in your arms. “O-oh!! Thank goodness, it’s just you!” You sighed in relief. Jack could only grunt in a noise that sounded like approval. Jack didn’t look too good, his cheeks were red and he looked like he was panting - like he had just finished running a race.

“Uhm, Jack, are you okay?” you shuffled uncomfortably in your spot as Jack’s gaze was still fixated on your body, your arms still covering yourself.

“Listen, I uh, I have to change, Jack…” you trailed off and looked away, hoping he would get the idea. He didn’t.

Instead, Jack slowly sauntered towards your smaller form. You didn’t even realize you were walking backwards until your head and clothed backside touched the cool lockers behind you, the sound of locks and metal catching you off guard. Taking your moment of surprise as an opportunity, the beastman rutted his hips towards your sweaty body, the friction causing him to groan right in your ear. The noise sent heat down to your core, shame and fear filling your head as you gasped.

“You smell so good right now, Y/N…” Jack said lowly, his breath was so hot in your face it felt like a sauna. He dipped down to your neck and licked a long wet stripe up your skin.

“Aah! What are you doing, Jack?! Th- this isn’t like you!” You shrieked, hoping your voice would get to him somehow.

You yelped as Jack lifted you briefly, only to set you down on his lap to straddle him as he sat on the locker room bench. He grunted as your clothed cunt momentarily made direct contact with his erection that was still in the confines of his pants. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth, yet your beastman friend believed to sound like honey. Gold eyes bore into yours as he panted and lifted his hips back up to meet yours. “Nngh~!” You buried your face into his neck.

“I’m, haah, sorry, Y/N. I can’t, I can’t help it right now. I like you so much it hurts. I need to touch you, nnh- to make you feel good.” His confession was sudden as he guided your hips to grind on him, lewd moans and whines being forced out of your body with every movement. You couldn’t help but blush and grip onto him tighter, chasing your own inevitable release.

“Mmh- Jack, please.” You whined into Jack’s ear. Your panties were soaked and he could feel the juices soaking into his uniform. “I’m gonna fill you up with my pups.” Jack growled into your ear as he was losing sight of his own self control.

Malleus Draconia

It was odd to receive a text from Lilia to come to Diasomnia’s dorm. Once he said it was an issue involving Malleus, you told him you’d be on the way immediately. Curiously enough, Lilia never answered your text about what was wrong with Malleus, he only mentioned that he requested you specifically. Reaching the dorm, you noticed the skies were particularly cloudy and grey, and green lightning bolts were littering the skies. You ran inside quickly to be greeted by none other than Lilia himself.

“Ah, Y/N, finally you’re here!” The bicolor haired student welcomed you warmly. His tone was much different than his serious one he used over text.

“I’m here, where is Malleus? What’s wrong with him?” You asked, looking around the dorm. It was seemingly more empty than usual.

“Oh don’t worry! Come, I’ll lead you to his room…” Lilia walked with you to Malleus’s dorm room, when he stopped in front of the door. Suddenly, a darkness had taken over his facial expressions. “I’m... sorry for what I’m about to do, Y/N.”

“What do you mean, Lilia?” You stood as stiff as a board in your spot, dumbfounded.

“Be safe.” Lilia’s words went over your head. Suddenly, the door was opened as he shoved you into Malleus’s room, promptly locking it once you were inside. You banged on the door with both fists.

“Hey!! Lilia!? Let me out!!” Panicked, you felt the atmosphere in the room was… heavy. Looking behind you to Malleus’s bed, a large black mass had taken form on it.

“Child of man…” You could hear Malleus’s voice from every corner of the room, especially focused from the direction of that black mass. Suddenly, wings uncurled and revealed Malleus, or a creature that heavily resembled him. Along his face were black scales that focused on the edges of his face. A tail was swishing behind him aggressively. Malleus’s arms were now scaly and long nails replaced his short black polished ones. And with those black claws, he used an index finger to beckon you towards him. “Come closer.” He breathed.

You felt your body move on its own, as if you weren’t even controlling it. “Malleus, what’s wrong?” You whispered, not even sure if the words had come out of your mouth. Once in front of him, you stood awkwardly and fiddled with the sleeves of your uniform. “Is there something you need from me?” You breathlessly spoke, avoiding his piercing gaze.

“I requested you for a, specific, reason…” he cooed and pulled you into a tight and awkward hug you didn’t reciprocate. Then you felt it. Something hard and large was poking at your stomach, causing you to gasp suddenly in realization. “It seems like you’ve caught on. Well, my sweet Y/N, you don’t want to keep your prince waiting, do you?”

“Strip.”

“What..?” You asked dumbly.

“You heard me, I said strip. Now.”

“I, I heard you, I just-,” you stepped back, and began to take off your clothes slowly. You stopped at your simple bra and underwear, hoping that was enough to appease him. It didn’t - but it was something he could rip off later.

Grabbing your shoulders and bringing you in close, Malleus’s teeth latched onto your neck, biting hard enough to draw blood. You moaned unexpectedly and held onto his neck, unknowingly pulling him in closer. “Ah, M-Malleus, no..!” Your voice shook.

Instantly, Malleus threw you down onto the bed and straddled your lower half, pinning your wrists above your head. His wings extended above you as his green eyes pierced into yours. The fierceness alone took the words out of your mouth as you stared up in fear.

“Don’t even think about fighting me back. You will surely regret that choice and I don’t want to hurt you, unless you deserve it. So be a good girl for me, while I breed you over… and over… and over again.” You watched in horror as his tongue, now long and forked, laved over his bottom lip in hunger and excitement.

“Well now child of man, doesn’t that sound exciting? Let’s get started right away.”

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kazuluvs · 3 years

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CAN'T YOU HEAR IT? | manjiro sano x reader

+ EXCERPT: so for hours, he simply takes you in. observes the steady rise and fall of your chest. retraces your sleeping features over and over, revising the material he already knows by heart. strains his ears to hear your peaceful breathing; your indistinct mumbles and soft snores. eyes the curve of your body and remembers how your skin looks underneath the cheap fabric of your clothes.

with the moonlight as his only witness, he sits, and looks on.

+ TAGS: gn reader, stalker mikey, heavy stalking, no nsfw, bonten mikey but he has black hair (still short), he likes watching you sleep, one single mention of reader rolling a blunt, you like vanilla scents and he analyzes that, pretty tame tbh || dark content, minors & ageless blogs DNI.

+ WC: 2.1k+

+ A/N: idk what this is!!! i tried a different writing style to go for a more creepy vibe but i think it just made it dull. crying screaming and punching the wall. may have a part two with a conclusion if i get the motivation. as always feedback and rbs are always appreciated <3

Hitting a switch, the single lightbulb in your living room flickers on to illuminate the cramped space. You drop your bag to the floor with a heavy thud and make your way to the ragged couch shoved to the side of the room.

The dull throbbing of your head lessens at the quiet in your apartment. A sigh leaves you when you open the window above the sofa, the cool night air greeting your exhausted senses. Flopping onto the uncomfortable seat, you bury yourself in the sinking of the cushions and hope you won't wake up tomorrow. The work waiting for you is daunting.

With your eyes closed and your mind halfway to sleep, you miss the faint creak of metal coming from the fire escape.

Fifteen minutes elapse. You're passed out on the couch, unaware of anything but the darkness behind your eyelids.

A hand slinks up to rest on the broad window sill. It halts for a moment, like it’s waiting for something. When nothing greets it, another set of slender fingers slither up to join it.

They reach up to the glass. Carefully, they push upwards, and the window opens wider. Experience lacing its movements, they keep sliding the glass overhead. For minutes, there are no sounds except for your deep breathing and the city living miles away from you.

Eventually, when the window comes to a stop, there’s a sizeable gap to the outside world in your living room.

The hands pull back to the edge of the rotten wood. They pause again, for exactly a minute, before tightening their hold and flexing.

Toned arms come into view, lifting a compact torso up to the side of the sill. Legs silently plant themselves on the wood, and a head ducks under the glass.

Short black hair is barely visible under a dark hoodie, his dim, half-lidded eyes blinking intensely at your form. His face rests impassively except for the minute curve on his chapped lips. It might’ve been the shadow of a smile on somebody else.

Mikey settles quietly onto the sill, the old wood precariously holding up under his weight. Pulling out a sucker from the pocket of his hoodie, he soundlessly unwraps the plastic.

(He’d taken off the original wrapper before his visit and replaced it with cling film. The former made too much noise the first time; he’s learned from his mistakes.)

He pops it into his mouth, tongue curling around the red sweet, and lowers his gaze down to your sleeping body.

The atmosphere is quiescent, still, and he does nothing to change it. He doesn’t dare lay a finger on you, for fear of ruining this image of you at your most perfect; vulnerable and innocent—trusting him to see you unguarded and as natural as the day you were born.

He would rather tear himself apart than taint that trust with the poison dripping off the tips of his fingers.

So for hours, he simply takes you in. Observes the steady rise and fall of your chest. Retraces your sleeping features over and over, revising the material he already knows by heart. Strains his ears to hear your peaceful breathing; your indistinct mumbles and soft snores. Eyes the curve of your body and remembers how your skin looks underneath the cheap fabric of your clothes.

With the moonlight as his only witness, he sits, and looks on.

An envelope greets you one early morning.

It’s small. Beige with no address, thrown on the ground in front of your door.

You have twenty minutes before your shift begins. The walk to the store is ten minutes. Bending down to pick it up, you miss the eyes that follow your movement. You grab it, straighten up, and go back inside your apartment, snapping the door shut.

Something jingles inside. It feels small and wired through the thin paper.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you run through possibilities of what it could be—and who would have sent it. You’re on top of your rent, as far as you’re aware (and your landlord has no issues letting you personally know if you’re not). You haven’t shopped online recently (you don’t remember the last time you did), and your friends don’t have anything of yours to return.

Ripping the paper open, you tilt the envelope, and a thin bracelet drops onto your palm.

For a moment, you’re confused. Then you turn the bracelet over, and freeze.

It’s nothing to marvel at. A simple chain of metal painted gold with a leaf charm hanging off of it. It’s old, and you’d thrifted it for a dollar months ago. Rust coats the surface of some of the chain links, indicative of the frequency it was worn on your wrist.

Up until you lost it last week.

It was on a night after your usual closing shift. You were making your way home through the dim streetlights, and didn’t notice the missing weight on your wrist until you’d stepped into your apartment. It hadn’t really bothered you too much; it was cheap and you’d find another one at a later date. You were more concerned with what you would have to eat for dinner that night.

It seems this stranger thought differently.

You swallow around the lump in your throat, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Flipping over the envelope, you scan the paper for anything that could tell you about the sender. Nothing new meets your eyes.

A quick glance down at your watch lets you know that another two minutes and you’d be late for your shift. Resolving to think about it when you’re free, you place the bracelet on your kitchen counter and reopen the apartment door to step outside. Locking your door, you cast quick glances in both directions of your floor’s hallway. It’s seemingly empty except for you.

You shake your head, exhale, and swiftly walk towards the elevator.

Pitch black pupils stare after you.

The moon is hiding that night.

There’s nothing to illuminate the darkness flooding your quiet room. The bedroom door is shut, your window left open to let in the night’s soft chill. Your covers are pulled up to your chin, and your breathing is loud in your ears.

Your feet shift under the blanket, your throat bobbing slowly with a swallow. Your eyes scan the vast space in front of you, attempting to identify something, but to no avail. The dark makes your vision hazy.

You’d been woken up by seemingly nothing. One minute, you were staring into the back of your eyelids, and the next, you’d been looking up at your empty ceiling.

You didn’t startle. Didn’t think much of anything at all. You’d just turned over to your side, and tried to fall back asleep.

And then, you felt it.

Through the cloudy fog of exhaustion, you'd registered something different in your room. A change of pressure in your gut. A weighted feeling on your back. Goosebumps rising on the skin of your nape.

You’d slid your eyes open again, eyebrows furrowed, ears strained for an unknown sound. Moments had passed without a single noise, like the streets outside were anxiously waiting with you.

Then, a rustle.

Your shoulders had tensed. Fabric, you'd thought. Maybe a shirt slipping off of your hanger. Stray pieces of paper shuffling because of the wind. A foot shifting on your carpeted floor.

That was ten minutes ago. Since then, you've forced your senses to sharpen just a little more, but there hasn't been any other indication of trouble, aside from the uncomfortable twist in your gut—that hasn't subsided yet.

A sigh leaves you. You’re probably just tired. It wouldn’t be the first time you made something out of nothing in your exhaustion.

(Meanwhile, your envelope sits forgotten on your kitchen counter.)

You shut your eyes and even your breaths out, relaxing into your mattress. You’re determined to get more sleep.

Twenty minutes pass. You’ve successfully put your anxieties to rest and drifted back into a deep slumber, one you won’t wake up from until your eight am alarm goes off.

And curled up in the corner of your bedroom, Mikey breathes in the familiar scent of your room, counting down the minutes until the sun rises.

The shadow’s been following you for a while.

It’s not yours. You don’t know whose it is. All you’re aware of is that it’s been thirty minutes, you’ve walked past your apartment building, and the unfamiliar shadow hasn’t left you yet.

There aren’t any sounds either. No footsteps. No coughing. No talking. At dusk, the streets are quiet next to you and so is whatever’s behind you. You’re starting to think maybe you’ve imagined the dark shade trailing you.

It's been exactly a week after you've received the bracelet, and you think maybe you shouldn't have brushed it off as easily as you did. You got busy, trying to make ends meet. But maybe this is connected.

There’s a chance they've done this before. An uncomfortably high one. You wouldn't have noticed it. Most of your shifts take place at night, and with how utterly silent they're being, you don't doubt they could've followed you and found out your address.

You really shouldn't have brushed it off as easily as you did.

Relying on muscle memory, your feet take you to an old park you’ve revisited many times. Children don’t play in it anymore; they tend to prefer the newer, shinier one built five minutes away. Human nature, you supposed.

A lonely swing seems to be your body’s destination. It’s familiar, memories of countless nights spent sitting there, looking up at the sky and rolling a blunt flashing through your mind. They leave just as quickly as they appear, your brain instead attempting to think of what to do once you inevitably turn around to face whoever it is behind you.

You meet the swing faster than you'd anticipated. The sound of your throat swallowing is loud in your ears, and you’re convinced that the person following you can hear your heartbeat racing.

A minute of hesitation stops you in front of the childish structure. Should you turn around? Do you really want to face this stranger? What if they have a weapon? Your fingers discreetly slip into your jacket’s pocket and curl around one of your sharper and longer keys. You’re not sure how helpful it’s gonna be, but it might be worth something.

Your eyes squeeze shut for a second, a single moment as you try to gather your courage. The air is still around you, but your hair rustles softly as you take in a deep breath.

Exhaling, you open your eyes and tighten the hold on your key. In a second, you’re whipping around and brandishing the sharp end in front of you—

—only to slice across empty air.

The rest of the park greets you, silent and void of anyone. Your eyes frantically scan the place, only to meet the same view you always see.

They’re gone.

Your body hunches over, a shaking breath leaving your lips. Your throat is dry, but you try to swallow anyway.

Maybe you really did imagine it all.

It takes you a few minutes, as you’re straightening up and pocketing your keys, to realize that you haven’t felt a breeze blow through this entire time.

Perhaps the move was a bit risky, but his body had moved before he realized it. At least now, he has a confirmation.

You smell sweet.

He knew from your shampoo that it was supposed to smell like strawberries and vanilla, but he thinks it’s more of a cherry scent. He liked your last one, honey and vanilla, a little better. Mikey’s sure you’d agree.

Either way, he’s now got another fact about you under his belt. You’re partial to scents containing vanilla. A simple, yet no less pleasing, smell. Not too harsh or overwhelming on the senses. Easy to combine with other things. Generally liked by most people.

It suits you rather well.

“Hey, you listenin’?”

Mikey pulls himself out of his mind and focuses back to the men around him. Bonten’s authority figures are eyeing him with a curious look, but he turns his attention to the one who’d called him.

“I should have you shot for that,” he replies, his voice quiet but clear. Powerful. “Is that any way to speak to your leader?”

Ran grins, ignoring the sharp look his brother gives him and the snarl on Sanzu’s face. “My bad, just wanted to make sure you were still with us.”

Mikey doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. His eyes stare directly into the purple haired man’s, heavy with meaning. At this, Ran’s grin falters the tiniest bit, and everyone can tell he's reconsidering his choice of actions.

The air is tense when Ran finally breaks eye-contact and clears his throat, tilting his head slightly downwards.

Mikey slowly blinks, before turning back to the table at large.

“Continue.”

Takeomi carefully resumes speaking, but in the back of Mikey’s mind, he’s preparing for his next visit to you.

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!

Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K

Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)

It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.

No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much.

It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.

You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"

And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact.

Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.

"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.

In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.

"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.

"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."

"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.

And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done.

"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.

"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.

"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"

He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.

With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.

Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.

"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"

You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples.

"Buck-" you cry.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"

And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.

"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"

"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.

You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.

"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.

You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.

"Bucky- Buck- I-"

"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.

"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"

"All mine"

You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.

"Say it!" Bucky adds.

"I'm all yours"

"Say it again"

"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"

"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.

Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"

You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.

"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"

"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"

"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"

"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.

And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.

Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.

"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.

"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"

With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest.

"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader

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wheres-everyone-going-bingo · 3 years

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Hey! Idk If your requests are open so If they aren't, please ignore this, but If they are, can i request a Cha Hyun soo with gn reader?

Forgotten Dinners

Pairing: Cha Hyun-Su x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

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Pen touched paper, creating coarse sounds with each unique shape drawn. Each member of Green Home Apartments frantically scrawled words onto torn pieces of paper, using any surface imaginable to rest against. Footsteps were heard coming down the hallway, with no attention paid to them by the people huddled outside the ‘quarantine room’. A cluster of panicked movements were made as No Byeong-Il alerted the others to Lee Eun-Hyuk’s presence, his cold as ever gaze sweeping over us, only to say nothing and approach the room Cha Hyun-Su was locked in.

“We were- just- uh” Kang Seung-Wan spluttered, like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar

“We just thought that if he’s doing supply runs, he might as well grab our stuff too” Ryu Jae-Hwan explained, attempting an innocent smile on his face, hoping Eun-Hyuk would spare him a lecture.

“You’re treating him as if he’s your slave” I spoke, intending to go unheard but the echo of the hall carried my voice to the resident’s ears, a few of them deciding to hang their head when confronted with their actions. Realising that if I should accidentally speak my mind, I should accidentally speak all of it, I turned to Eun-Hyuk “you are no better, I understand our situation but he isn’t an animal” My voice was soft, my brain not exactly sure if I should commit to what I was doing. Eun-Hyuk stayed his usual expressionless self but I could sense guilt in the way he shifted his shoulders.

“It’s ok” A voice spoke, all of us directing our attention to the speaker, almost forgetting that Hyun-Su stood in the hall with us. A huff left my nose, well aware that Hyun-Su would comply with whatever he was asked to do, no matter how cruel. Pursing my lips, I decided to turn on my heel, whatever I had to say having already been said.

Chains rattled as Hyun-Su untangled them from the steel door handles, electric knife stick in hand. “Hyun-Su” I stood behind him, my hand on his arm, stopping him from venturing into the dangerous apartment halls. He turned, facing me

“Is there something you wanted from your apartment too?” he asked, always willing to be as useful as he could to the survivors.

“No, Hyun-Su, the only thing I want is for you to realise you’re not an animal, you shouldn’t have to be treated like this” He only looked at me with inquisitive eyes, I couldn’t tell if he wasn’t aware of his poor treatment, or was wondering why I cared. “Just...please be careful” I removed my hand from his arm, signalling that I was finished with the conversation. Hyun-Su muttered a quiet ‘ok’ before entering the staircase, questions swirling in his mind.

Distant sounds of spoons scraping against plastic bowls came from the makeshift dining room, coupled with energetic conversation. Hyun-Su sat on the cold tile floor, staring off into nothingness. A blur of black hair swiftly moved as Hyun-Su swung his head around, startled by the sudden weight on his shoulder. Metal clinked against the tile, Hyun-Su relaxing his arm that clung to his knife stick once he recognised who was besides him. “I’m sorry Hyun-Su I didn’t mean to frighten you” I gave an apologetic smile, putting him at ease. He looked towards my hands, seeing I was holding something in them.

“Oh, I saw you didn’t get any food today, so I brought you some” I offered the plastic tray to him, Hyun-Su only now realising how much his stomach had been growling.

“Thank you” He whispered, gently taking the tray in his hands, being careful to move as slow as possible. Either because he felt fatigued or was afraid his fast movements would startle those around him, and they were already scared enough.

“Hyun-Su can you do something for me?” I spoke quietly, turning my gaze to meet his, Hyun-Su slowly putting his heaped spoon back onto the tray, nodding. “Please take care of yourself, if you can’t do it for yourself…” I took Hyun-Su’s spare hand into mine, the grip lazy and loose “...do it for me, okay?” Giving him a half smile, I stood, taking my leave.

“Y/N” Hyun-Su spoke, voice soft and unsure, I could hear him swallow loudly, nervousness apparent in his skittering eyes. Quirking my head, I silently prompted him to continue. “Why do you care so much about me?”. My eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening and closing as I tried to figure out how to put my response into words.

“Because...you deserve it” I answered eventually, watching Hyun-Su’s face scrunch up in confusion, genuinely surprised by my response. “I know that it won’t change with the click of my fingers but...please just remember that you deserve kindness too” A sigh left my lips, mind racing to find the right words to comfort him, not wanting to ruin this glimpse of vulnerability. “I care about you” Leaning down I placed a small kiss on his cheek, hoping that would help provide evidence to my claims. Hyun-Su seemed to freeze, as if someone had pressed the pause button on him, I again gave a half smile and turned to walk away.

I paused mid-step, the gentle touch of soft skin against mine caused my breath to hitch, surprised at the sudden physical touch. I turned on my heel, Hyun-Su’s hand clutching mine, I looked at him with questions clouding my thoughts. “Stay” He whispered, that one word carrying more vulnerability than I had thought possible. Nodding my head I took my seat next to Hyun-Su as he moved over, our shoulders brushing against each other. Comfortable silence took over the atmosphere, both of us trusting the other enough to allow ourselves to relax, finally feeling a sense of safety.

#cha hyun su #sweet home #kdrama #x reader #x gender neutral reader

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years

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Anything: Day III

Summary: Day 3 of your birthday celebration week and Lee finds himself in a bind. You like him like that, anyway.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI, I mean it.), smut, fluff, slight dom/sub dynamics, kinda dom!reader, kinda sub!Lee, bondage, teasing, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (y’all, use protection, please), creampie, photographing sex, so I guess homemade porn?? Idk, Lee being pussy whipped but in the best way possible.

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: I feel a little weird about this one, maybe I didn’t execute it the way I planned or wanted, but I still really like it. I hope you do too! Please let me know what you think about it, I’d love to hear your constructive compliments and how you feel about it. Let me know if you want to be on the taglist! Also, please reblog, comment, send me an ask, or a carrier pigeon, I love hearing back from you guys. Y’all make it worth the work :) I love you all so very much, just as you are, and as you will be.

Kisses 💋

—K

Series Masterlist

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“You know you can tell me to stop anytime, right?”

“Yes, Princess, I know.”

“You remember the word?”

“Pistol.”

Standing next to the bed, you smile and tighten the metal handcuffs around Lee’s wrists, the silver restraints holding his arms above his head comfortably. He swallowed softly, his eyes dark with lust. When your eyes meet, you suddenly feel bashful, the weight of the situation sinking in ever so slowly. Lee grins back up at you, his hand naturally reaching out to caress your cheek but the tug of cuff keeps him in place. You groan softly at the sight, the realization that Lee wants to touch you, but he can’t is doing wonders to your confidence. The small traces of bashfulness giving way to a deep desire that you never knew you had.

“Oh, Daddy, you look so handsome like this,” you moan softly, your smile darkening to a smirk, your hand petting his cheek how he wished to do to you. Your eyes drink in the beautiful sight before you: Lee laid on his back beneath you, his famously wandering hands bound to each of the bedposts, his shirt and pants tossed into the laundry hamper, leaving him only in his boxers. His face was tinted now with a soft blush at the praise and at the damn near predatory look in your eyes.

Lee never thought he would end up here: handcuffed to the bed, completely at your mercy. You had talked him into this over lunch, telling him exactly what you would and wouldn’t do, letting him know that if he really didn’t like anything you would stop immediately. He was apprehensive about it at first, he didn’t like the idea of blatantly submitting to you, but of course you were quick to quell his worries about that too. But he wasn’t scared, not even a little bit. There wasn’t another person in his life that he trusted more.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like, and I’ll stop if you tell me to,” you said as you smiled up at him reassuringly, “it won’t be anything too crazy, Daddy, I promise.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought about it. You made a very interesting and very compelling argument. He clicked his tongue once and sighed, “alright, I’ll do it.”

You squealed happily, chanting ‘thank you’ and pressed a fat kiss to his cheek.

You finally crawl on to the bed, your movements calculated and slow, Lee can swear he’s never seen anything move so gracefully. Your gaze unwavering as you settle into his lap with a content sigh, your pantie covered core nestled right against his straining cock. Lee gasped softly at the contact, biting his lip gently to steady himself. He loved having you above him. You looked so beautiful sitting in his lap, whether you were watching TV or coming all over his fat cock.

The silk of your teal robe brushes against Lee’s exposed thighs, sending a shiver up his spine. You drag your hands up his torso, sighing at the warmth his pale skin offers you, his flesh deliciously pliant under your palms. Lee can’t fight the goosebumps that raise on his heated skin, fingers twitching anxiously. You gaze down at your husband, taking in each of his features leisurely, you weren’t in much of a rush, you wanted to make this moment last as long as humanly possible. Your fingers begin to circle Lee’s nipple, your touch feather light as he bites down on his lip a little harder.

“Come on, Princess…” he says in a choppy voice, trying to hide how much he’s enjoying your fingers, but you can see right through him.

“Aww, Daddy, you want more already?” You mock lovingly, the same sweet tone you always have now being used against him. It made Lee’s head spin, he hated and loved it all at once. The movement of your hips against his brings his attention back to you, the shock beginning to wear off. “Don’t worry, I won’t tease you very much, I promise.”

The Cheshire grin that spread across your pretty lips worried Lee, but you were quick to bring your plush lips down to meet his, giving him the kiss that you had denied him until this point. The familiar feeling of your soft lips moving against his soothed both your nerves. Pressing your body against his, you hum into his mouth as your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he’s quick to give you entrance to his mouth, his head tipping to the side to deepen the kiss. All too soon for Lee’s liking, you pull back, leaving you both breathless. You nip at his bottom lip playfully before sitting up in his lap, that same sly smile coming to your face as you begin to rock back and forth, you pace unhurried and teasing, it makes a warning growl rumble in Lee’s chest, his face darkening to wordlessly scold you. You bite your lip, to suppress pleased grin. “You look so fucking hot when you’re angry.”

Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you give him a hard roll of your hips, his warning words dying out into a throaty groan, your folds rubbing against the outline of his cock perfectly. You giggle at his reaction, giving him three more filthy grinds, mewling softly at the deep moans that leave him. You resume the soft teasing pace you began with, leaving Lee panting and scowling at you once more. The smile on your lips only adds to his frustration, you were having way too much fun being in charge. His anger, however, dissipates as you pull the ties of your robe, letting the silk fabric fall open, slowly revealing a new set of lingerie hiding underneath.

“Fuck, Princess…” that’s exactly what you looked like. The sight of the baby pink lace panties hugging your ass and the matching bra cupping your soft breasts has Lee at a loss for words. The little iridescent flowers detailed across the fabric catches the light, making it look like you were sparkling ever so softly. For a moment, he forgets about everything, his hands lifting from the pillows above his head to reach out to you, your supple form begging for him to touch you, but the handcuffs only let him get about three inches off the bed. He groans and tugs harshly at them, willing the metal to break so he can get his hands on you, but they hold their shape much to his dismay.

“Ohhhh, Babydoll, I’m going to ruin you for this…” he growls as you smirk down at him, his own dark smirk mirroring yours. You let the robe fall from your shoulders leisurely, exposing more of your lotioned skin to Lee. You dip your lips down to hover just above his, ghosting just out of reach.

“Not if I ruin you first, Daddy,” you purr before smashing your lips to his, your teeth clacking gently at the ferocity of your kiss. It’s all tongue and spit, and it drives Lee insane not being able to pull you deeper, having no choice but to take whatever you give him. Your hips stalling as your right hand traces a line down his broad chest, drawing small shapes as you moan into the sloppy kiss. You suddenly scratch Lee’s chest, not harshly but enough to get a rise out of him, he breaks the kiss with a breathless moan, his cock painfully hard now, you feel it throb against your core through the layers of your clothes. You chuckle darkly at his reaction, kissing down the column of his throat, biting at the tender flesh there.

“No marks, Princess.” He groans, his head rolling to the side to grant you more access despite his words, his eyes shut to focus on the pleasurable sensation your lips bring to his skin. You whine disapprovingly but listen none the less, pressing soft kisses to the bitten skin you left behind.

“Hmmmm… fine.” You pout softly, making Lee smile faintly, the fact that you wanted to mark him up like he does you makes his heart swell, you were cute when you got possessive, he liked it. Your hand that snuck between you suddenly groping Lee’s hard on, the heel of your palm grinding into his sensitive tip with each move of your wrist. He lets out a surprised groan, eyes snapping open, your lips slowly making their way lower and lower on his body, your eyes trained on his as you slide down his body, tossing your robe to the floor without a care. His breathing deepens when you reach his tummy, both hands forming tight fists as he tugs once more on the cuffs, cock throbbing wildly in excitement. The sound of the clacking metal against the wooden headboard makes you grin against his skin, your hands rubbing up and down his thighs, playing with the band of his boxers.

You push at his thick thighs, urging him to spread them a little wider for you to comfortably lay between, your mouth now working at the skin just above his boxers, each kiss lower than the last. Finally, you pull the band down, Lee’s hips rising to help you pull them down his strong legs. His cock springs free, slapping with a heavy thud against his lower belly, a shudder running through his body. You moan at the sight of his erect cock, all thick and throbbing for you, your mouth watering almost comically.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so fucking big,” you sigh and nuzzle his inner thigh, “this all for me?”

“You know it is, Princess,” Lee moans softly, starting to squirm in place as you take your time. You smile and begin to press sloppy, wet kisses to his inner thigh, heading up towards the spot that he wants you most, humming after each kiss. You raise your gaze towards your restrained husband’s face and find a pair of icy irises staring back at you, the pupils wide, lips parted as he pants, the skin of his face relaxed, making him look much younger than he is. You hold his gaze as you lick a bold stripe along the thick vein of his dick, the action drawing a faltering groan from Lee’s parted lips, his eyes squeezing shut when your hot tongue flicks at the sensitive tip of his cock.

“A-Aaah, fuck,” he bites into his bottom lip harshly. Watching his reactions, you softly blow on the wet trail you left behind, sending another near violent shiver through Lee. You giggle and plant a tongue-filled kiss to his leaking head, collecting the precum in greedy swipes of your tongue before releasing him with a lewd, wet ‘pop.’ Harsh puffs of air leave Lee as his hips lift, chasing the heat of your mouth, his hands jerking against the binds that hold him down.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re lucky I’m tied down or I’d be fuckin’ that pretty little mouth so hard you’d be cryin’,” he practically spits out, his accent stronger in his frustration, his breathing uneven and getting heavier as the moments pass. You smile at him, both hands gently gathering his balls in your palms and massaging them passionately, a move that he adores. A loud groan rings through the bedroom, Lee’s head tossing from side to side as you play with him.

“You gettin’ angry, baby?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, smiling when he struggles to form a response, new beads of salty precum drip from his head, smearing itself all over his pale torso. “Don’t worry, I know what’ll cheer you right up…”

You press a trail of chaste kisses up his shaft ending with a filthy kiss to his tip, tongue licking his precum off his skin, you can’t help but moan at the heady taste, the natural musky scent filling your senses has your eyes fluttering happily. You suckle at his tip in your mouth, cheeks hollowing out as you bob your head up and down, only taking the first 2 inches of his shaft. You press one final goodbye kiss to his head and lick your lips clean. You crawl back up his body, Lee panting heavily underneath you, eyes hooded in lust.

“You good?” You whisper to him, caressing his clean shaved cheek lovingly, you wanted to make sure he was enjoying this as much as you were. He nodded and kissed your palm to reassure you, “you’re fuckin’ amazin’ at this, Sweetheart.” He whispers back, the genuine compliment making you blush ever so softly, you give him a kiss before pulling back and reaching over to the nightstand.

There perched on your nightstand, was your camera. Lee had given it to you as a Christmas gift a few years back when you were still dating. You made sure to change the roll of film inside earlier so you wouldn’t mix it up with other, more appropriate photos. You took the camera in your hand and settled back into Lee’s lap. Reaching between you, you pull your panties to the side, letting the wet folds glide up and down his shaft, your arousal coating him with ease. Chewing your lip softly, you lift on to your knees, hovering just above him, the base of his cock held gently in your hand, your other holding the camera pointed at his face. Lee’s eyes glance up at you through the lens, feeling suddenly camera shy, you can see the bashfulness creep through his features.

“Just keep your eyes here, Daddy, it’s ok…” you soothe and run his tip along your quivering hole, he nods and lifts his head to get a better look. Once his eyes were focused, you began to slowly sink down, letting his manhood carve its way inside of you, the soft sting of the stretch making you moan, that first thrust always knocks the air out of you. You manage to keep your wits enough to snap a picture of Lee. His jaw hung open wide, plump red lips parted to let out a series of groans and gasps, eyes shut tightly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his cheeks a sweet rosy color. The huge muscles of his biceps flexing as he grips and pulls the chains of the handcuffs, his broad chest heaving and his soft stomach pressing into your clit perfectly.

“Oh fuck, Angel, y’feel so good,” he pants, trying to even out his breathing, the throbbing heat of your walls tightly enveloping his sensitive member has his mind reeling.

“Not nearly as good as you feel, Daddy,” You grin and press one hand into his chest, pushing him further into the mattress, his head tipping backwards to look up at you. Just as he does, you snap another photo, his clear blue eyes standing out, a ghost of a smirk on his handsome face. You begin to grind into him, still adjusting to the heavy weight of him filling you up, wanting to relish the stretch and burn much longer. The subtle rocking has you both gasping, but soon it’s not enough.

With a slow, measured lift of your hips, he slides out of you, just his tip nestled away in your tight snatch, his eyes glued to the way your walls grip him, begging him to stay inside you. Then you drop back on him just as slowly, a throaty moan vibrating in your chest. You do it over and over, each lift just as calculated as the drop, it was driving Lee crazy. Groan after groan leaves him, noticing the way you’d squeeze your cunt tightly around him each time he’d bottom out, he was breathless, he needed more, and he could tell that you needed more too, your own teasing getting to you.

“C’mon, Princess, fuck me,” he pleaded softly, lifting his hips from the bed to meet yours, the small action had your eyes widen and a shiver shake through you. He grinned pridefully, feeling a small bit of power return to him, loving the fact that he can still wreck you if he wanted. You grin back at him, leaning forward ever so slightly, putting more power into your knees as you begin to bounce. The sudden change in pace catching you both off guard, a chorus of loud moans and the slick sound of sweaty skin clapping together fills the room.

“Oh fuck, you’re so deep, so fucking deep,” you babble breathlessly, camera still pointed at Lee, your clit brushing his tummy with each downward push of your hips, sending jolts of pleasure through your limbs. You speed up, the force of your thrusts getting harder and harder, your pleasure beginning to build in your gut, the tension pulling tighter and tighter as you ride him for all you’re worth. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum!”

He groans in return, legs bent to drive up into you harder, his eyes falling shut once more, concentrating on the overwhelming stimuli flooding his senses: your sweet wet pussy milking the soul out of him, your angelic moans filling the air, your soft skin pressing against his body, the slick wetness dripping down his shaft and down his balls, and the fact that he can’t do anything except for take it. A sudden roar rips through him, his lower belly tensing as the pleasure seems to double, he’s growling under his breath, pulling at the cuffs near violently, it has you worrying about his wrists.

“Don’t wanna cum, don’t wanna cum, not yet!” He growls as his toes curl in an attempt to fight off his orgasm, he refused to cum before you; he was already tied up, he didn’t need the humiliation of coming prematurely. At this point, he would rather die than finish before you. You whimper, hurriedly snapping as many photos as you can, you bounce a little faster in his lap, adding to his torture. The deep growls turning into high pitched whines and whimpers, he thrashes under you, his back arching off the bed dramatically.

“Please! Please! Please! Not yet! No! No! NO!” He begs, his hips betraying his words, they snap up into your snatch eagerly, animalistically.

“Hold it for me, Daddy,” You whine, your orgasm so close you can taste it, the tingling in your toes beginning to intensify, “M’so close!”

Your free hand coming to rub rough circles on your abused clit, determined to push yourself over the edge before Lee came. One, two, three more swipes to your poor clit tossed you head first into your high, a shrill, ear splitting scream flying from your mouth, your finger pressing the shutter button over and over, capturing all of Lee’s reactions. You tense up in his lap, the tired muscles of your inner thighs spasming as you finally release all over him, your ears ring with a pleasant buzzing, your back bowing ever so slightly as your hand leaves your clit to claw at Lee’s waist.

The gush of wetness and the unbearable tightness surrounding his cock made Lee’s voice waver, he let out a choked, confused sound as he finally emptied himself into your waiting heat, balls seizing almost painfully, the pulse of your heartbeat milking him to the brink of unconsciousness. His lungs burned as he held his breath, his eyes rolling back with yours, his entire body going rigid, hips faltering as he twitched wildly. Finally, he drew in a deep gasp of air, letting his body relax as he gulps down lungful after lungful of oxygen, a deep, loud roar tumbling from him.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he curses as he catches his breath, his blurry vision coming back into focus, smiling dopily at your figure as you take a few more pictures before setting it down on the bed next to you. You gasp for breath with him, returning his blissed out smile, falling into his chest with a huff. He feels you nuzzling his neck, pressing kisses to the sweat damp skin you can reach, he stares up at the ceiling, slowly regaining the feeling in his limbs as the minutes roll by in a post orgasmic haze.

You lift from your spot in the crook of his neck and pet his cheek fondly, “how are you feeling, baby?”

“So fuckin’ gooood,” he responds in that sexy southern drawl of his, still slightly delirious from the intensity of everything. You giggle at his fucked out demeanor and press a kiss to his plump lip, pulling back to wipe away the trail of drool that leaked from the corner of his mouth.

“I got you droolin’ all over yourself, Sheriff,” you tease and kiss his lips once more, “that good, huh?”

“Ohhhh you have no fuckin’ clue, Princess,” he sighs into your mouth, both of you unable to keep from grinning, “now, get me outta these things. I can’t feel my hands, and not in a good way.”

Reluctantly lifting from Lee’s lap, you whine softly at the loss of his girth spreading you out, a wet mixture of your releases coating your inner thighs. Thankfully, you folded a towel on the floor for this reason, so you quickly clean yourself up. You get the keys and undo both sets of handcuffs, Lee hisses when the metal is finally released from around his wrists, dark bruises slowly starting to form on his pale skin, making you frown.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, we should have used something softer,” you say remorsefully and take both his hands in yours, carefully massaging the welts that want to form. He smiles softly, trying his best not to grimace when you touch an especially soft spot.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart, they don’ hurt too bad,” he says gently and sits up, his back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap once more, his arms wrapping around your waist protectively, you melt into him naturally, both of you sighing contently. Your entire body whispering ‘this is where I belong.’

Your own arms sling around his neck, pulling him as close as he can be, he tightens his grip around your middle, breathing in the sweaty yet sweet scent of your skin. He relaxes with a groan. “You’re sure they don’t hurt?” You whisper in his ear, your temple resting against his.

“Not even a bit, Princess.” He replies while rubbing a hand up and down your spine soothingly, planting a soft kiss to your shoulder. It calms you a little, but then you start giggling, the noise always makes Lee’s heart flutter. “What’s s’funny?”

“Nothing… just never thought you could beg like that…” you tease and giggle some more.

“That’s it, you’re in for it now, girl,” he says playfully, his fingers tickling your sides mercilessly, his hold on you tight, you were trapped. Not like you wanted to get away in the first place.

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deadprocess · 3 years

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for the smut with the trickster: he once said "that sound you make when you bleed... Do it again" or something like that and idk but I think that's so hot so maybe something with knife play if you're comfortable with it?

// You got it!

T.W: Description of violence, cursing, dubious consent, violence towards reader, blood//

MAKE YOU BLEED (The Trickster x Ambiguous Reader) NSFW

Goosebumps raised on Ji-Woon's skin as he lazily strolled towards your crumpled form. You were only able to withstand the flurry of his blades for so long before pain overrode adrenaline and you collapsed, gasping for the air that you lacked during the chase. A soft groan came from deep within the ex-kpop idol's throat as you whimpered, feebly crawling on your belly with determination that tantalized his ever growing interest.

"It's a shame," a heavy red boot planted itself on your lower back as the killer mused to himself out loud, "If I had met you before this, you would have helped me create the most splendid album."

Ji-Woon leaned his weight forward on his knee, his right forearm coming to rest itself on top of it while he held his cheek in his left hand, watching in disturbed amusement as you tried to twist your body around in order to get his foot off. He caught your eyes shooting daggers at him when you turned your head.

"You look mad, Jagiya ("honey"). Does that not please you?" His eyes narrowed to slits as he swiftly repositioned, knocking the wind out of you by delivering a harsh kick to your side, "You should be honored! Some didn't even make it to a single track. You must not understand the graciousness of my words. I would have made an album from you."

You wheezed as he rambled. To say you couldn't have given less of a shit about his would be album would be an understatement. What mattered was here and now and the massive ache in your side.

"Go to hell."

"Jamsiman? (Excuse me?)"

"Go. To. Hell." The hand that wrapped around your throat came with such a force you didn't even process that he moved. His yellow irises profound against the black sclera, burning with fury at your blunt rejection.

"What a shame," he repeated, "that I can't compose a masterpiece, but I will admit. Having your screams all to myself is much more of an attractive idea."

The sharp tip of a dagger came into your line of sight as the weapon prodded your temple, biting into your flesh with little resistance.

"That man that wears another's face...I wonder what sounds he creates by skinning them," your eyes bugged at the thought of the excruciating torture before the killer chuckled, "kidding. Your face is too pretty to peel off."

The dagger disappeared from your temple to dip below your chin and down the side of your throat, catching skin as you involuntarily swallowed. The flat of the blade was cool, raising flesh as it dragged against it. Ji-Woon shift to place his body closer to yours releasing a soft groan as your hips met for a moment, the hand that firmly held your neck squeezing tighter. You realized in abject horror that he was aroused by this spectacle.

Without warning the blade in his free hand pierced your upper bicep, gouging into it to create a moderately deep laceration. As blood blossomed on the ground beneath you and you wailed out at the sudden pain, the killer shook with ecstasy.

"The sound you make when you bleed...Do it again."

Your breath hiccupped as the blade prodded at your belly. Was he going to eviscerate you?

"To much clothing, Jagiya." the blade pulled the material of your shirt up before beginning to tear it, "It's hiding all that I want."

You laid there in shock as Ji-Woon tore at your shirt, exposing your chest in its entirety. Your only movement was a sudden jerk as his ice cold hand gripped chest with a playful squeeze, admiring how a small blood droplet trailed down it's curvature. The small noise that caught in your throat peaked his interest.

"The melodies of pain are truly something to behold, ya know," fingers grazed your hardening nipple before giving it a tug, "however...I'm feeling experimental today."

The cool dagger trailed from the soft flesh of your belly, leaving a thin trail of crimson before dipping into the waistband of your pants. Alarm bells rang in your head as a deep instinct told you to keep sharp objects away from that area and you almost bucked your hips in defense before Ji-Woon stopped you.

"Ah, ah. Be careful. Wouldn't want to cut anything important now would we?" his grin quickened your pulse, smooth metal flattened against your underwear clad sex. The pressure made your mouth drop open. Its been so long since someone gave you this attention. It was disgusting to let yourself feel this good but your time in this hell dulled morality.

"Please..." you didn't know what you were begging for but it didn't matter. Ji-Woon made that choice for you by unclasping your pants and forcefully shoving the piece of clothing further down your hips and thighs, grinding his own arousal down against you and eliciting a choked moan from the teasing stimuli.

Your legs shook as metal was replaced with skilled fingers that dipped below your underwear and worked your sex in a sinfully perfect way. You were going to burst with just these small ministration, proving the starvation of touch. The killer moved his hand into a fast but steady rhythm, lips kissing and sucking on whatever exposed flesh was in front of them; aiming to make you crumble before him, make you compliant with his twisted affection.

The melodies that exuded from your mouth. He wanted more. More. More.

The hand that was so deliciously close to making you cum disappeared. You almost had time to whine. Almost.

Your world turned as you were flipped onto your stomach, one hand pressing the back of your head into the ground and the other yanking your hips high into the air. The burn came next as Ji-Woon slide his cock into your entrance, girth stretching you in a way that you couldn't describe.

Your confused wail contained a mixture pain, fear, lust and pleasure. It was absolutely beautiful.

"More." his hips snapped forward, pressing his hips fully to your ass before starting a brutal pace. You milked him just right. So tight, so fucking warm, " Scream for me more, amkae (Slut)."

Your cute huffs filled the air as the killer used you for his own pleasure, gripping your hips to slam you back on his cock. He could have stayed in this moment forever, if not for an over head rumble.The entity was growing bored of the show.

With gritted teeth Ji-Woon hooked his arm around your throat bringing you body upwards to his chest, skewering you deeper on his cock. Your eyes rolling back from the rush of pleasure as your body seized, cumming hard. The tightness pushed the trickster over the edge within the next few sloppy thrusts, spilling into you and down your legs.

Your body shook as you were unceremoniously dropped, falling onto your chest with your hips in your air. Watching with amusement as cum seeped from your abused hole and your eyes fluttered.

"Drowsy?" you barely could focus on him as your mind hazed in and out of consciousness, his sharp features coming into your view as he pressed a cheeky smooch to your cheek, "Don't worry, next time will be longer. I'll bring my recorder and we'll make you a star."

That Cheshire grin was the last thing you saw before you fell into the darkness

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the trickster #ji woon hak #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #reader insert

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elenamiria · 4 years

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Darth Maul x Reader - Kinktober Day 15

Hate-Fucking/Angry Sex | Impact Play | Knife Play | Deep-Throating

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Reader is an of age Padawan, fem!reader, Deep-throating, Hate-Fucking - Rough sex, degradation, choking, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, creampie, Maul comms reader’s master without consent while they doin it, mild humiliation, Maul is a smug asshole, (technically canon divergent because maul has his pp but robo legs idk i didn’t think it through 👀 I just wanted the d ok)

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You had no idea how to had come to this. You hated the man who had his cock buried deep in your throat, yet you couldn’t deny how absolutely drenched your folds were from the harsh treatment. What had started out as fighting had somehow turned into passionate kissing only broken up when one of you pulled apart to spit an insult at the other.

The next thing you knew you were on your knees before the Zabrak eagerly sucking his ridged cock into your mouth. His hand had found it’s way to the back of your head tugging you forward until your nose was pressed against his abdomen and his cock was deep in your throat while you gagged on him. As you bobbed your head quickly his moans filled the air, you heard his breathing hitch whenever you opened your throat to him and allowed yourself to take in his whole length. His silky voice cooed mockingly down at you with insults disguised as praises, “Look at you taking my cock so well, your master would be so proud of you.”

When he pulled you off of his cock and you gasped for air his cool chuckle met your ears as he stroked the side of your face, “Oh my little Jedi slut, taking my cock so deep on your first try. You must have had lots of practice.”

You sneered up at him, his insults not bothering you a bit, as you retaliated, “Well, your cock isn’t that impressive. So it wasn’t much of a challenge.”

Maul’s face contorted in rage as he hauled you to your feet snarling out, “We’ll see how you feel about my cock once I fuck you stupid. You’ll be begging for me to fuck you the next time I see you whether or not you find me impressive.”

You laughed in his face at that, “I’m not going to fuck you, I despise you.”

Maul tugged you into another fiery kiss, your teeth clashing as you both fought for dominance. He gained the upper hand as unnoticed his hand slipped past your waistband to rub at your wet folds and he pulled away with a deep laugh.

“Oh little one, if you despise me so much then why is your cunt so soaked for me?”

You had no response as your face heated in embarrassment and as his fingers delved into your pussy a moan slipped past your lips. You clenched around his fingers as you whimpered, his digits pumping in and out of your body in just the right way. He cooed mockingly, eyes blazing as his thumb shifted to press at your clit, you clung to him for support as you cried out. Your cunt was dripping and your body heated desperate for more and as his fingers brushed something inside you that had your walls fluttering around him you cried out, “More! Please, I need more!”

“You’ll have to be more specific, little Jedi. What do you need?” Maul ground out as he slipped another finger into your tight cunt. You moaned and gasped at the sensation but he was simply teasing you, getting you to break and to beg for him like he had promised you would. Your face burned with shame as you whispered out, “Your cock, I want you to fuck me.”

Maul let a satisfied hiss out as he removed his hand and held his fingers up to your mouth with an order of, “Suck them clean, slut.”

You bit your lip as he stared expectantly and slowly your lips parted allowing him to slide his fingers into your mouth. You licked and sucked on them until Maul deemed them clean and pulled them from your mouth. He stared at you for a moment before he pushed on your shoulder and you sunk to your knees again, slipping his cock into your mouth and sucking lightly.

Maul took control of the situation and fucked your face roughly, sliding himself into your throat again until you choked then pulling back allowing you air again. Once you had coated his cock in your spit he pulled you up again, yanking your pants down your legs and ordering you to strip out of them. You obeyed, at this point yearning to cum, and when you stood up straight again Maul startled you by picking you up and slamming you onto his cock.

You yelped as he filled you, hitting deep inside you and stretching your cunt open. He arms wrapped under your knees as he lifted you easily - his strength you were sure was bolstered through the force and his metal legs could withstand more weight than you could ever possibly hold.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hips started a harsh pace slamming into you over and over. Your body was helpless to his movements, your soaking cunt leaking all over him, and as his hips rammed into yours you couldn’t hide the whimpers that flew from your mouth whenever your clit brushed against his base.

Maul groaned as his cock was sheathed in your little cunt and your walls gripped him tightly, his ridges elevated your pleasure and you were quickly clenching around him in orgasm. Maul growled and his teeth sunk into your soft neck, marking you as he moved to lower both of you to the ground. You walls were still fluttering in pleasure as he lifted your legs to his shoulder and started a feral pace that had you screaming out in pleasure. Maul’s hand that wasn't holding your legs to him rose to grope at your tits, squeezing and groping before his hand rose to grasp your throat. Your glazed eyes sharpened as he lightly grabbed you, your pussy fluttering around him causing a deep chuckle to rumble out.

“Do you like that little one?” He questioned, smirk plastered on his face as he continued to slam into you. Having come to your senses slightly at the danger of him grasping your throat you hissed at him before spitting out, “Don’t call me that!!”

Maul’s smirk twisted into something more sinister, a triumphant gleam entering his eyes, “Why? Is that what your master calls you? How disappointed do you think he’d be in you if he could see you like this. His ‘little one’ cumming on my cock, a desperate little slut for me.”

As he spoke his grip on your throat tightened and his other hand abandoned your legs to pinch furiously at you clit. You thrashed against him as you tried to fight off your impending orgasm but when his hand tightened around your throat finally cutting off your air supply your body spasmed before clenching down hard on his cock as you came again. Your ears were ringing as your whole body tensed and your vision went blurry. As Maul’s gripped loosed once again you became aware of the scream ripping itself from you that was echoing around the empty room as you gushed around his length.

You whimpered as you came down slightly, walls fluttering weakly around the ridged length that was still sliding in and out of your spent pussy. Maul growled, moving your legs so they were on either side of him as he hauled you up onto his lap. As he bounced you on his cock his mouth trailed to your neck again biting hard enough that you knew there would be another mark.

“Are you going to tell him who made those marks? Who fucked you so thoroughly you won’t be able to walk straight for days afterwards? Or should I tell him?”

With his words he grabbed your arm that had your comm link and pressed the button. You cried out in alarm but as the comm button lit up green you silenced yourself.

Maul’s pace turned brutal trying to get you to make a noise and you bit your lip harshly as he brushed against your g-spot. He felt the flinch and angled himself so he pounded away at the little spot and you couldn’t contain the wild moan that left your mouth. There was nothing for a moment and then a concerned voice filled the air, “Little one, are you alright?”

Your face heated in shame as a cruel sneer lit up Maul’s face, you shook your head desperately but when he pinched your clit you buried your face in his neck to keep your noises muffled.

“Oh she’s doing just fine, Kenobi.”

You stiffened against him though your body still trembled at his touch and shame coursed through you at your master’s concerned voice, “Where is she? What have you done with her? Maul I swear-”

“Don’t worry Kenobi, I haven’t done anything to your precious little Padawan that she didn’t enjoy. And now, you’re going to listen as I fuck her to another orgasm and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

You glared at Maul but his hand snapped to your neck again as he fucked you harshly. His hand once again rubbing expertly at your clit.

Your mouth fell open, he had spent the last two orgasms studying exactly what brought you the most pleasure and made sure he was hitting every single one of those buttons.

Your eyes were locked with his golden ones and the pleasure blurred your brain into forgetting your situation. The sound of your ass slapping his metal thighs was filling the air and soon your whimpers mixed with them, you were vaguely aware of Obi-Wan calling your name but your addled brain converted that into you moaning out your Master’s name in pleasure.

Maul growled at this and a firm slap to your ass brought you back to reality as Maul slammed into you one last time as he came spurts of his hot cum filling you. You gasped at the feeling and his hand had slid back to your clit pinching and pushing you over the edge as you moaned out “Stars, Maul” loudly. Your body spasmed hard as you came for a third time and Maul bit into your neck once again leaving you to yelp.

There was silence. Then a crackling of static filled the air followed by, “I have your location. I’m on my way.”

Involuntarily your cunt clenched at your Master’s voice and you whimpered out, “Obi”

Your brain was so hazy you could barely precess anything, Maul looked about as wrecked as you felt. His bare chest heaving and he lazily reached over to turn the comm link off again. You pulled back slightly to stare at him as you warily spoke, “Are you going to kill me?”

Maul stared at you before looking away, eyes narrowing, “No. though don’t think you’ll be this lucky the next time I see you.”

You shakily stood wincing as Maul’s cock fell from your body. You hastily retrieved your clothes and put them back on, face heating as you felt Maul’s cum starting to leak from your body. You turned to say something to the Sith but he had already disappeared. You sighed running your hands over your face. How the fuck were you supposed to explain this to Obi-Wan.

Though you were embarrassed, mortified even, that he found out some small part of you couldn’t regret what had just happened. You turned quickly when you felt eyes blazing into your back but Maul wasn’t there, there was only the echo of a voice whispering in your ear, “Until next time, little one.”

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#darth maul x reader #maul x reader #Kinktober 2020 #darth maul smut #maul smut #reader insert smut #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut #darth maul #maul #obi-wan kenobi #I could very easily be convinced to do a sequel to this with obi-wan and reader.#or just a part 2

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doiefy · 3 years

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idk if it's still open but can I ask med student mark?

PRECISION // MARK LEE

part of the line x series

member: surgeon!mark word count: 0.5k warnings: just a little bit of blood (like. tiny. squint)

thank you so much for requesting anon!! I guess this isn't technically med student mark, but he's in residency and is a surgeon heh. sorry if it came out slightttly darker than you were anticipating but I was partly peer-pressured into it (cough mina mhm cough). enjoy! :)

There was something about Mark Lee that made you wary.

There wasn’t anything wrong with Mark—no, it would be blasphemous among your colleagues to even suggest that Mark Lee was anything short of perfect. He was polite, hardworking, supposedly one of the best graduates SNU Medicine had to offer. And when you took into consideration the way he worked, the way he carried himself, all the easy confidence and self-assurance in every step he took… it became even more evident that he’d earned his place here.

So you weren’t sure why you felt the slightest twinge of unease in the pit of your stomach every time you saw him. You sometimes wondered if it was just jealousy, if perhaps the prospect of working alongside someone so young and well-accomplished triggered your worst memories of school, your deepest fears and self-doubts even after having successfully graduated. You would then consider the possibility of attraction. He was striking, though not in a particularly charismatic or handsome way; the softness and youthfulness of his features didn’t allow for any of that, but the smiles he sent you in the hallway were charming. Warm. But you always felt uneasy.

If it wasn’t jealousy, if it wasn’t allure, then you could only circle back to the very first of all the possibilities. Maybe there was something wrong with him.

Your thoughts really shouldn’t have been drifting in the OR. You had an unconscious patient on the table, a plastic mask secured over their mouth and nose, and several microdoses of anesthesia ready on the metal tray next to you. And then there was Mark. Standing across the table from you, adjusting his latex gloves and listening carefully to the specialist in charge. You watched him for a second, noting the crease in his brow and the way he shifted his weight to get a better look at the charts. There was something so distinct about the way he moved, something so deliberate and careful in even the smallest actions.

He leaned forward a bit, picked up the scalpel as he’d been instructed to. And with the same precision you’d noticed in all his movements, he made the first incision.

You felt the slightest prick against the back of your neck. A chill danced up your arms, through the slightest space between your skin and the light blue fabric of your scrubs. The room felt strangely cold, and the latex of your gloves had begun to stick insistently to your fingers with cold sweat. You frowned, not quite understanding what was wrong. It was just blood. A short procedure you’d sat in on countless times, although it was now in the hands of a new resident you were cautious of for no apparent reason.

Suddenly, Mark looked up from his work. It was a fluid motion, like he was checking the charts, maybe asking for another instrument, but he only locked eyes with you. The surgical mask he wore crinkled at the very edges. And the temperature in the room plummeted when you realized he was smiling.

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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I love your ff first of all, I'm obsessed and second of all I would ask you a suggestion, idk if maybe is that too much and you're totally free to not do that but you ever thought to do something in the line of the knive kink? I think it will be awesome

i'm so sorry this took so long! big thanks to my guardian angel @voidsfilm for giving me inspiration bc i literally struggled with this one more than i should have. never written a knife kink but i’m glad i tried lol.

summary: reader finds an antique knife that Matthew's kept in a drawer.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), knife play (no blood drawn), Soft!Dom MGG, degradation and praise.

word count: 3.6k

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if there is one thing I absolutely despise, it's working out. getting sweaty, running until my legs hurt and my lungs are burning for air... not really my thing.

but when Matthew brought up the idea a couple months into our relationship, I couldn't say no to him: he had a goofy smile on his face and the kind of look in his eyes that made me relent and ask what kind of stuff he wanted to do.

I think that I've found the one thing that Matthew can't make fun.

"I'm gonna pass out." I bend over and set my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Matthew slows to a stop a few feet ahead, turning around and making a strained expression.

"oh, come on." but his voice is pretty breathless, too. he gently guides me off the path so that we don't get in the way of the other people out enjoying the day. a couple walks by us with their dog, strolling calmly, and I feel a rush of envy. if our workout routine had consisted of a few pleasant ambles around the city, I would have been totally willing.

"Matthew, I wanna go home." I whine impatiently. the only nice thing about this is that he's got one of those stupid sweatbands on his head to keep his hair out of his face, and it makes him look like a 1980's housewife.

"we can go home in fifteen minutes." he smiles, puts his hands on his hips, stretching in an exaggerated way.

"do you promise?" I brush a piece of hair out of my face.

"promise," he's lucky he looks so cute in his workout outfit. "we can even get one of those fancy juices for you on the way back."

"seriously?" I light up. this might actually be worth it; they have this amazing mango and lime combination that I can't ever manage to recreate with our own blender.

"if you beat me to the rock, then sure." he references the enormous boulder in Central Park that we both gawked at on our first date-- ever since then, it's been the end point for our runs. my lips curl into a grin.

"you're on." I take off, making sure to push him out of the way in order to gain a head start. he lets out something of a protestation but is quick to follow. I can feel his feet pounding behind me, trying to catch up.

I may not be good at running long distances, but I'm sure as hell faster than he is.

...

it's quiet when I step out of the bedroom, drying my hair with the towel and wandering into the living room. Matthew is sitting at the table with his sketchbook, drawing god knows what while he waits for me to finish up.

"what are you up to?" I ask softly as I plop down across from him. my head is slightly tilted while the towel rubs my scalp.

"I'm not really sure." he shrugs, frowning and holding up the notebook from a distance as if that'll help him figure out what to do.

"can I see when you're done?"

"of course," he sets it on the table again, then runs a fingertip across his chin. "actually, can you do me a favor?"

"sure."

"I have a set of colored pencils in the desk over there," he points to an old piece of furniture under the window. "would you mind getting them for me?"

"yep," I reply, getting up and leaving the towel on the table. "least I can do after kicking your ass."

on the walk past him, Matthew grabs my waist and pulls me into him, attacks me with tickles. I squeal and hit his shoulder.

"stop!" I laugh.

"you barely beat me!" he gives a dazzling smile and finally lets me go. I lightly smack him upside the head and head over to the desk, rifling through the drawers for the colored pencils he wanted.

as I push around various art supplies, glue sticks and random paintbrushes that look to be on the brink of falling apart, my fingers pass something cool and metallic. I grab the thing and pull it out.

it's a knife; like, a fancy one with an intricately decorated handle and what seems to be a pretty dulled edge. before he can notice what I've found, I start to move the thing between my hands curiously. there's a nice weight to it, but it's definitely old.

"hey, Matthew?" I ask warily.

"yeah?" so unassuming and sweet.

"why do you have a knife?"

there's a scratching as he gets up from the table to walk over to me. I lean against the desk. Matthew doesn't seem too bothered by what I'm saying at all, only gently taking the weapon out of my hands and examining it himself.

"oh, yeah!" he lets out something like a laugh. I raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue. "do you remember when we went antiquing in Cape Cod, like, a month ago?"

"yeah." I nod at the memory. he'd been lucky enough to get some vacation days and we'd spent them sitting by the water with glasses of wine and nothing but time to talk. it really was a great trip, now that I think about it.

"I found it there." he still hasn't looked up and I realize that there's something he's not telling me. I don't know what I'm missing, but I start to get nervous.

"...why?"

"I was gonna ask then, but I guess I just forgot." his tongue darts out across his bottom lip as he lifts his face to meet my gaze. my heart thuds when he opens his mouth again. "I kinda wanted to try something."

"like?"

"I've been thinking about maybe using knives... in a sexual way."

"what?" I frown, confused by his wording. Matthew seems to realize that he's phrased it awkwardly and shifts his stance. he keeps glancing between the object and my face like he's worried about scaring me away.

"I don't mean I'm gonna stab you or anything," he laughs. "I just mean I think it sounds fun."

my hand finds his, brushing my palm over the steel to touch it myself again. there's a curiosity that burns through me now, something I'm a little unsure about but not enough so to deny the possibility of trying it.

"what do you wanna do with it?" I peek up at him. he bites his lip. we're speaking in gentle tones and I notice that our bodies have gotten closer within the last few moments. a warmth, a tension.

"like, pressing the blade flat against your skin while I fuck you." he takes the thing and demonstrates. the cool silver rests on my neck, too dull to really threaten a serious cut if he were to move too quickly. a shiver runs down my spine at the sensation of the metal.

I gulp, feel the curve of my throat push against it when I swallow. it's nice.

"oh." is all I say. Matthew is watching me intently, but he doesn't make any motion away from it. like he's entranced by the sight of me with a knife to my throat.

"are you interested?" he asks.

I mull it over. on the one hand, weapon play is something I've never considered in my sex life before. Matthew and I aren't vanilla, but this hasn't crossed my mind. that said, now that I can really feel it, there is a desire forming in my stomach. it would be a strange, new sensation.

"yes." the confirmation makes him smile a little. he lowers the thing and instead wraps me in his arms, kisses me passionately until our tongues are dancing over each other. I love how he holds me, our torsos against each other while my body leans slightly back to accept the weight of his touch.

he goes to my head like alcohol. and it's even more surreal when I feel the blade move under the hem of my shirt to rest against my back. I smile into his mouth. he doesn't do anything with it, just leaves it to remind me.

he starts to rut his hips against my lower stomach, getting aroused at the proximity of our bodies and the heated nature of our kiss. there's an urgency to all of it, like he's holding back. I don't want him to hold back; I want him to give me everything he has, everything beneath the surface.

my fingers twine in his hair and tug on the ends, causing him to groan into our embrace. there's no way we're going to make it all the way to the bedroom with the way he's grabbing at my body, so I stumble backwards towards the couch until the backs of my thighs hit the arm of it.

"you're horny." I giggle slightly when he pushes the hem of my shirt up my body, his nails dragging over my ribcage and trailing the object along with it. I feel the excitement growing.

"I'm just glad you're willing to try this." he murmurs the words, holds our foreheads together before his lips eagerly seek mine out, again. somehow, even with a weapon leveled against me, I can sense the love in every single action. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't trust him to treat me with the utmost care.

I work at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it over his lovely shoulders and arms as he unclasps my bra. we're fervent, greedy in our movements, trying to kiss despite the attention needed to remove our clothes. mostly we just tangle up in each other until there's nothing left but my shorts for him to shove down my legs. he keeps his pants on.

"c'mon, beautiful." he mutters, pushing my legs open so that I'm sitting on the arm of the couch. he tilts my head and leans closer to suck on my bottom lip, and then starts to massage my tits. I can feel the handle of the weapon against my nipple.

when he reaches to slide his finger between my folds, I hiss out a breath at the cold sensation of his skin.

"is this because of me or the knife, baby?" he asks, corners of his mouth twitching up while I moan into his mouth. he starts to rub my clit with the collected wetness, teasing me too much. I want to fall back, but I can't. I won't let myself.

"both." I find myself turned on by the way the blade sits against my ribs again. the edge is just sharp enough to elicit a reaction from my body.

"feel that?" he angles the thing the slightest bit. I exhale and nod.

that isn't the response he's looking for, however, because he moves it so that it's under my chin. goosebumps on my skin while I pant uselessly against the weapon. I can feel it press harder with every breath out of my lungs, and I love it. I love the risk it brings out of me.

while Matthew dips his index inside my pussy, I writhe against it and tilt my head even more so he has better access.

"look at you," he lets out a dark chuckle, thrusts into me to the last digit. "you want more of this, don't you?"

"yes, sir." I breathe. my neck is actively moving against the metal. I glance down at his body and see his erection straining against his pants, craving release but finding none as he plunges his fingers in and out of me. I can hardly breathe from sheer focus on the sensations he's giving me right now.

"what are you looking at, sweetheart?" he quickens the pace of his movements and uses the object to make me focus on his face.

"you're hard." the words nearly die on my lips. he stares darkly at me, lifting his brows just enough to make me question whether I should have spoken at all. I bite my lip in anticipation.

"and what are you gonna do about it?" his voice is raspy as he stands back, removes his fingers from my pussy, and lets me drop to my knees. I'm weak both from the stimulation and from the loss of it, but I make quick work of undoing his belt, pulling the pants down his legs until I'm face-to-face with his cock. it sits against his stomach, throbbing impatiently while he watches. he uses the metallic point under my jaw to angle my face up to his.

"are you gonna suck me off, baby?" he smirks. I nod rigorously with wide eyes and an open mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside. Matthew's nose scrunches up for a moment at the shock of contact when I tease the head. all his concentration is on watching me wrap my hand around the shaft and pumping him gently. "spit on it."

I obey and spit right onto the tip before rubbing my thumb over the top to gather the precum. as I start to swirl my tongue and move my lips onto him, he throws his head back, lets out a wanton noise. it urges me on. I take every moment with a deliberate attention to the veins and sensitive spot he has.

"that's it, that's it." he rasps while knotting his hand in my hair. the other keeps the knife pressed to my throat. he lets me move on my own for a bit, gauging my desires from the way my eyes attempt to memorize the sight of his face above me, that jaw dropped in licentious craving. I can tell that he wants to fuck my face, but I go slow just to draw it out a little. it makes the soreness of my jaw worth it when he gets all impatient and flustered.

I hollow my cheeks and bob on his dick, bat my lashes, pull myself off him for a second just to kiss the tip.

"can I use your mouth?" he asks through a restrained groan. I open it and nod, sighing at the feeling of his fingers twining through my hair again before he pushes back into the opening. now that he's got full control, he starts to develop his own movements, sometimes meeting his thrusts by pressing my face against him.

he gets deep in it, never losing his grip on the knife, until my nose is pressed to his stomach. my throat closes instinctively around him even more tightly, and he lets out a guttural moan.

"such a cute mouth when I'm using it." he thrusts until I gag and then he's smiling. "get up."

he removes himself so fast, my eyes water at the sudden lack of blockage in my throat. I gulp air while he hooks his hands under my arms and hoists me up. I'm about to turn around so I can lift my leg and give him better access, but he sits me on the arm of the couch and parts my thighs.

"I wanna see your pretty face." he leans down and pecks my cheek. I smile at the surprising tenderness-- although it doesn't last long. steel sits against the space between my neck and collarbone. it's only a moment before he positions himself between my legs and slides his cock into me.

my back arches and I look him in the eyes, gasping.

"fuck, baby." he drags out the first word as he inches inside. I mewl helplessly at the way he stretches me out, my pussy clenching every few seconds. he keeps one hand on my lower back to support me and bring me closer to his pelvis, and then we're staring into each other's eyes as he finally settles in it.

his hips start to thrust into me, hopeful for any kind of contact while I accustom myself to the shape of him. it happens every time, despite the amount of times we've done this. and I'm bad at patience, but he's worse. his body stutters against mine.

"is it good enough, sir?" I ask quietly. he tightens his grip on my back and on the blade, the edge threatening my skin the perfect amount. I suck in a breath at the way it stings a little.

"you're doing perfectly." he recognizes what I want to hear as he finds my sweet spot and begins to hit it repeatedly, smoothly works my body. I swear there are planets in my eyes when I stare at the expressions on his face, both of us so wrapped up in each other that every other thought becomes obsolete.

he moves the knife to under my chin to rest on my throat.

"feel that?"

I nod so the edge bites more. he smirks.

"just to show you who you belong to."

my hips push up to meet his thrusts, needing more stimulation, more friction. what I want is for him to be relentless, to slam into my body with the kind of hunger I know he has. there are sounds, movements, that he's made before that make me want him to use them. but he's withholding, probably hesitant about the dangerous object on my pulse point.

"I belong to you, sir." I egg him on. he likes the sound of that, grunting and starting to pound into me.

"yeah? you're my dirty little whore." he speaks through gritted teeth. I shiver.

"mhmm."

"I use you how I want, when I want." his fingertips dig into my skin and he yanks me closer so that he can hit a new angle. I let out a surprised noise when he brushes my g-spot. it's otherworldly and I expose more of my neck to him.

"my little slut likes pain, huh?" he nudges the weapon harder into my skin. it doesn't draw blood, but I can sense the mark it'll leave. I love it.

"yes, sir." we're both getting needy, but we can't hold each other the way that we want to in our given positions. my palms are occupied on the arm of the couch to hold myself up and one of his hands is too busy holding the object for us to fuck as deeply as we need.

"are you gonna take it like a good girl when I cum in it?" he mutters. he runs his tongue over my jawline and the weapon nicks my skin. I moan at the mingling of sensations that's building all across my body.

"yes, sir." I plead. it's nearly unbearable, how much I want him. we're chasing our orgasms and I know what will finish me off. he knows, too.

Matthew drops the knife. it clatters to the ground, but there's no time for me to register it with the way he grabs my hips and lifts me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist while he keeps fucking into me. he maneuvers us with shocking ease, laying me on the couch and positioning himself at the right moment so that I can drag my nails over his back and keep my thighs locked around him.

"mmm... baby, I'm gonna cum." he drives into me recklessly, both of us finally able to cling to each other. the angle is just enough to stimulate my clit and I nod, using the leverage of my legs to pull myself to him and roll my hips for friction.

Matthew slams my body into the couch, grunting in my ear as he finds his climax inside me. it's so deep, I have to work to keep the yell inside, but he's not done. he rides it out and plows into me while I reach the edge.

"tell me how it feels." he orders in my ear. I sigh.

"so-- so good, sir." my voice is thin. "I'm close."

"show me." he leaves bruises on my hips with his hands. I feel the knot finally snap, every muscle in my stomach spasming chaotically. I finish with a loud moan, begging him to drag it out further. my vision nearly goes black at the tide that threatens to overtake my body.

"Matthew--" I gasp. he moans quietly at the way I say his name, still rocking his body into mine while I come down from the shocks of orgasm. it's nearly overwhelming, the pleasure running through my body.

slowly, we come to a stillness and he drops his head into my shoulder, panting. he doesn't let go at first, but then he withdraws from my pussy and lets me take a rest. I lay there on the couch while he kneels between my legs, pressing gentle kisses to my neck.

"I love you." he repeats it over and over.

"I love you, too," I hope he can feel the meaning, despite the sheer exhaustion in my tone. he runs his fingertips across the red marks where the thing went a little too deeply, but I'm not worried about it. "we should try that again, sometime."

"you liked it?" he smiles brightly. I love the lines by his eyes.

"definitely."

he lets out a cheerful noise and buries his face back into my throat because he knows how much it tickles. I screech and giggle, my legs kicking wildly around me. more contented than ever before.

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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a/n: idk why but i love creepy and asshole dabi. also, i noticed i just went slightly over 100 followers. thank you!

word count: 5.3k

genre: quirkless AU, smut, nsfw, mature

warnings: disgusting– noncon, dubcon, pseudo incest, infidelity, forced breeding, degradation

pairings: touya x f!reader (with mentions of enji x reader)

summary: you and enji are married to each other. there is still tension in his relationship with his children and they are still in the process of accepting you as their new mother but touya takes the initiative to get closer to you.

being married to enji todoroki isn’t easy.

you’re a sight for sore eyes. young with a body that’s to die for. to some people, you were considered as a trophy wife or a gold digger judging from the obvious age gap between the two of you and how wealthy he was. you and enji paid no mind to it, the love and trust you had for each other was more than enough to keep the relationship going and it was all that mattered. you enjoyed playing the role of a little housewife; cooking, cleaning and managing the household while he provided for the family.

his children had a hard time accepting it but what child wouldn’t when their new (super hot) mom is around their age and the strains they had before you exist in their lives didn’t help either. it took months for any of them to even speak to you, and it’s usually only a couple of words throughout a week. deep inside you knew if they ever had a say in their father’s marriage with you, they would be quick object to it.

you love them, though– with all your heart. you didn’t want to feel like an outsider. you hope to be in their good graces sooner or later so they could fully accept you into the family. you even tried to learn what their favorite meals are and how to cook it. aside from enji, you’ve never really gotten any compliments for your cooking but it’s okay, you took it as an opportunity to try harder! dinner time was always a bit racking and quiet, neither of you nor his children really tried to talk to each other and even when you tried, you were always answered with one word replies that entirely cut off the whole conversation. after dinner, they’d usually walk out from the room to be alone by themselves, leaving only you and enji by the table. nonetheless, fuyumi was nice enough to help you with the dishes.

usually it'd only be the same faces you see around the house in the evening: enji, natsuo, fuyumi and shouto. all of them were usually occupied with their normal activities outside the house, leaving you alone to manage whatever there was that needed to be done and the only time you’d usually walk out of the house was when you needed to buy groceries. you’re aware that your husband had a total of four children, but you rarely saw the eldest around and you had no idea what he did for a living. all you knew is that you’re a couple of years older than him.

you saw him once at the wedding ceremony, though only for a short while. enji had introduced you to him; touya. if anything, he seemed rather uninterested about the whole thing but you were grateful that he made an effort to come to the wedding although he was also the first one to leave and you never heard from him ever again. like all people around his age, he probably had a lot going on in his life right now.

turning the corner to the todoroki’s residence, you are suddenly met with a male sitting down in front of the gates. you slow down in your tracks as you try to identify the mysterious guy while your hand clutches on your phone harder in preparation to call the police in case it turns out to be some perpetrator roaming the neighborhood in broad daylight.

however, the man notices you and turns his head towards you– immediately greeting you with his cerulean orbs; a very prominent feature of the todoroki family.

“touya?” you call hesitantly as the male stands up on his feet, his hands shoved lazily inside his pockets.

“yeah.” he simply replies as he eyes you up and down when you walk up to him with a grocery bag in one of your hands.

“it’s nice seeing you again!” you chirp as you look up to him in awe, unnoting the mischievous glint in his eyes and his lips quirk into a lopsided smile. “are you here to see your father?”

“kinda, yeah.” he scratches the back of his neck as he steps aside to allow you to open the gate for the both of you.

“well, he’s at work right now.” you frown before smiling again when an idea pops inside your head. “but you can stay until he’s back. i’ll cook you something while we wait for him. you must be hungry!”

touya doesn’t answer but instead he follows you inside the house. after sliding into your house slippers, you put down your groceries on the table and swiftly put on your apron before taking out the ingredients to begin cooking.

“i’m not sure what you like… but i can make curry or omelette rice for now.”

touya snickers as he leans on the kitchen island, eyeing you as you fish out the vegetables from the refrigerator and the grocery bag, “don’t trouble yourself.”

“oh, i insist!” you wave your hand dismissively. “we’re family, after all.”

you turn to the sink to wash each of the vegetables and eggs thoroughly all while striking up a conversation. as you’re about to reach for the cutting board and the knife, a pair of hands suddenly rests on your shoulders, making you jump in surprise. you turn your head around to see touya looming too close behind you as his gaze boringly through you.

“um, do you need something?” you ask nervously, wiping your wet hands on your apron that you only wrap around your waist and below.

he ponders for a moment as he continues to stare at you before speaking, “just wondering how you ended up with a scumbag.”

your eyes widen in shock at the heinous word that rolled off his tongue. you’re well aware of the tension in enji’s relationship with his children but none of them dared to say such words about him– well, at least not in front of you but the mocking smile etched on his lips makes you fumed inside and you’re definitely not having it.

“listen,” you shove his hands away and turn your body towards him. “if you’re here just to insult any of us, the door is wide open for you.”

touya whistles as he revels in the amusement of watching you play the role of a good little wife for his dear father. such pitiful little thing. throwing your youth away and devoting your life for the man that least deserves it. he finds it even more ridiculous how hot you are and his dad was the one that managed to land you, not him. where the fuck did he even find you? why did you even end up with him? you obviously made a mistake and he wants you to see it.

“how good was it? you got fucked dumb by his cock or something?” he jeers.

you feel your cheeks begin to heat up from anger and embarrassment from his crude words that your hand instantly lifts up to give him a slap on the face. however, it never reaches his cheek instead he has caught you by the wrist– just a few inches away before he’d actually feel the harsh impact.

“tsk,” he scowls before twisting your hand and making you turn back around and shoves you in front of the counter as you yelp in pain. “got some fight in you, huh? no wonder that old geezer likes you.”

“t-touya– it hurts!” you whine as you struggle under him. he notices how your ass subconsciously rubs on his groin with each movement and (as if he wasn’t already mid hard from seeing your ass when you bent down in front of the fridge) he feels his cock twitch inside the restraints of his pants. he notices that you might’ve realized it too since you suddenly stop grappling and freeze underneath him.

“why’d you stop?” he chuckles. “such a tease, aren’t you?”

a tint of pink spreads across your cheeks in shame this time and you quickly shake your head to deny the outrageous accusation. seeing how fast you change from being so uptight to suddenly becoming uneasy in front of him, he thinks you look like a puppy that just got kicked and trembling in fear. and boy, it sparks some sort of disgusting excitement in him.

“you see,” touya’s fingers reach for the loose ribbon of the apron, easily tugging it as it comes undone before carelessly discarding it to the floor. “it makes me a little jealous.”

as much as your mind is spinning and how scared you feel right now, your eyes wander around to look for something to protect you since you still have your other free hand to reach for the knife. there’s no way you are going to commit murder but you still could threaten him to leave you alone, the very least. if only you could reach for it, though.

as if he could read your mind, touya grabs a fistful of your hair that leaves a stinging pain on your scalp in order to pull your body back against his. your neck twists to the side as he forces you to look into his menacing eyes.

“pay attention to me when i’m talking to you.” a sharp and threatening tone enfolds in his voice as he speaks. before you could retaliate, touya turns both of you around and pushes you down towards the kitchen island with his weight pressing behind you to keep you from escaping. he releases the clutch to your wrist and your hands quickly try to prise the hand that has been holding the back of your head. despite your efforts, his grip only remains tighter and makes you wail in agony.

“shut up.” you don’t miss the rattling sound of a metal buckle coming from your back. when he releases the grasp on your hair, he swiftly pulls both of your wrists together and next thing you know, the texture of leather can be felt brushing against your skin.

“touya, let go.” you muster all the courage you still have but your voice betrays you as it comes out weak and meek.

“no,” he grins. “i like seeing you like this.” he presses his body down further, making you bend down on the counter and you gasp in surprise as he takes the opportunity to rub his hard-on against your ass.

“fuck.” he growls in your ear. the friction feels like an itch that he finally gets to reach. almost. the soft flesh feels so good against his cock and he can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to be inside of you. you must be warm and tight. god, he hopes it’s tight.

it’s wrong. it’s so wrong. you chant inside your head as you find your thighs already pressing against each other while touya is making himself busy finding relief from your back and the grunts in your ear don't help either. you want to cry, you want him to stop but the twisted feeling in your gut tells you otherwise. you feel revolted and disappointed in yourself.

the grinding comes to a halt as he pushes himself back to take off your jeans. the thick fabric is in the way and it isn’t enough for the ache in his pants. his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he relishes in the sight of your ass, adorned with a pair of simple red panties that seems to be provoking him further.

“shit, you’re gonna make me cream in my pants.” touya smacks the flesh hard enough to see it bounce and you yelp in shock and humiliation. his fingers move around your thigh to reach your clit and to both of your surprise, your juices are already pooling and forming a damp patch on the flimsy fabric.

your heart stops and your eyes wide open in horror as touya’s sinister laugh rings in your ears.

“holy fuck. mommy is a fucking whore.” he mocks, voice laced with amusement on his discovery.

“stop this, touya.” you plea but a sharp pain shoots throughout your body as a hand comes down hard on your ass again. he has one hand pushing you down on the island by the neck, your cheek pressed against the cold marble and one roughly spreads your legs apart before pulling your panties down, the slick forming a clear string from your sopping cunt onto the fabric and eventually splits as it slides down further to the floor.

“why? you clearly enjoy this.” he breathes against the shell of your ear, making your body shudder in response. you open your mouth to retort, instead a soft mewl slips out from your lips when his fingers creep up on your slits and coating it with your essence. his thumb rubs circles on your throbbing clit and it got you biting your lower lip to stop any more shameful noises from escaping.

seeing how stubborn you are is leaving him unsatisfied so touya props himself on his knees and pulls you closer to his face by the hips. he swallows almost too loudly when he sees how your pussy is glistening with your slick when he spreads open the folds with his fingers. immediately, he sticks out his tongue and begins to lap off the juices from your dripping cunny.

“nggh– ” you try to push away but the firm hold he has on your thighs only pulls you closer to his face and cements you in place. you turn your head to look back at the male, but the sight of his face drowning between your ass cheeks only adds more fuel to your arousal. his eyes flutter open and catch you staring. he continues to lock his gaze with yours as he watches you whimper when he inserts his tongue into your wet, gaping hole.

it feels so lewd, so dirty but fuck it makes your hips jerk desperately closer to his face, wanting his tongue to fuck inside you deeper and drool starts to trickle from the corner of your mouth. the kitchen is filled with nothing but the pants and squelching sounds that are borderline pornographic as he sucks and laps all your essence. touya revels in your flavor as his wet muscle moves in and out deliciously while his mind wanders and curses how enji got to be the one to taste you like this every night.

“wanna cum already?” he audibly whispers as he realizes how your legs are already trembling. if it wasn't for him holding your thighs, you would’ve sink down to the floor.

it shouldn’t be a question. of course you want to cum. he’s only asking because he wants to humiliate you and probably to boost his ego. so you remain quiet through the heavy breathing while painfully trying to deny your orgasm.

a cocky grin quirked on his lips and you don’t miss how his chin and lips are shimmering wet with your juices. touya is strong-willed and he takes your stubbornness as a challenge. he actually prefers to deny you your orgasm but he’ll save it for another time because right now, he wants nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue.

“can’t hear you, doll face.” he slides in two digits inside your cunt and groans at the way your walls are already milking his fingers. touya can’t wait to ram his cock inside your tight pussy so he sets up a new determination; pumping his fingers fast and deep to make you cum faster.

an uncomfortable sensation is squeezing down in your core from the intrusion. it gives you some sort of relief and throb at the same time. it feels peculiar; something like you’ve never felt before and it feels so fucking intense. touya rubs deep circles on your clit and you’re no longer able to hold in the moans from your lips and your eyes squeeze shut as the orgasm continues to build until it dramatically crashes down– your vision turns white at your foreign but mind blowing release.

you erratically pant for air and your eyes flutter open again to realize that you just squirted.

“that was so fucking hot.” he pulls out his fingers and slaps your pussy. you whine at how your cunt convulses from how empty it suddenly feels. “don’t worry, doll. i’m gonna give you something better.” he coos and gets back up on his feet.

your body is already limp from your release and you’re feeling light headed that you don’t even fight back when touya carries you over his shoulder and walks out from the kitchen. your eyes wander from door to door, thinking that he’s probably marching towards his room.

but once you land on a familiar large and bouncy bed, eyes staring up to the familiar ceiling– you know something is terribly wrong. as if to reaffirm yourself, you turn your head to the side and you clearly see the picture of you and enji from the wedding ceremony on the vanity. there’s no doubt that touya has brought you to the very room where you share your nights together with your husband.

your stomach churns once touya immediately hovers above your body and caging you in, a smug and devilish grin curves on his lips.

“d-don’t do this, touya– ” you whimper, the restraints from your back making you uncomfortable as you try to move.

“ah, ah.” he shushes you. “after i made you squirt on my face, of course i have to feel your pretty pussy around my cock. bet he never even made you squirt before.” he knows damn well it’s true because he sees the hesitation in your eyes before you look away in embarrassment.

your bottom part is already bare and naked when he kicked off your jeans and panties before carrying you earlier and he kneels between your thighs to keep your legs spread. touya kisses you before you can even utter another word and he easily slides his tongue inside your mouth when you gasp in surprise.

while his tongue is roaming around in your mouth, sucking on your tongue and making you pant for air, his hand snakes into your shirt to grab a handful of your breast. he starts to massage your mound, fingers slipping into your bra to rub your hardened nipple with his index and thumb. the kiss breaks as you mewl underneath him and he leans further down and attacks the soft flesh of your neck with his teeth.

“don’t– it’ll leave a mark.” you say between pants.

touya pulls away to look at you. his turquoise eyes flash between amusement and bewilderment. “that’s the only thing you’re worried about?” he cackles. “not at the fact that another guy is gonna fuck you on your husband’s bed?”

your cheeks burn pink in shame when you realize that he’s right. you’re worried about the wrong thing. your mind fumbles to find the right words, to make it make sense when you’re also trying to reason with yourself in this compromising position.

touya realizes the question strikes something in you from the perplexed look on your face and he finds great pleasure in it. your attention draws back to him as he suddenly lifts up your shirt, a brow raises when he notices you’re sporting a front clasp bra. you’re really making this easy for him, aren’t you? it’s almost like you’re asking for it.

“then i’ll leave a mark where no one can see.” he suggests nonchalantly, reaching to unclasp your bra before your breasts pours out from the confinements. touya leans down to suck on one nipple while he flicks the other with his finger, sending waves of pleasure down to your core. you squeal at the sensitivity, thighs unable to press against each other for relief because his own legs keep you nice and open.

touya continues to suck and nibble harshly on the skin of your breasts, still intent to leave bruising marks all over your chest while you try to shake him away. while the possibility of having marks on your neck is bad, having them on your breasts are even worse. should enji wants to fuck you tonight, would he let you keep a shirt on? would it seem weird? his orders are absolute and you always listened like a good girl but what if–

“you’ll be sore by tonight, i don’t think you can take another cock inside your slutty cunt.” as if he could read your mind, he interrupts your train of thoughts.

touya stands on his knees and a sense of pride washes over him as he takes in the view of littering bruises on your breasts and the flustered look on your face. he continues to take off his jeans and boxers down to his knees before kicking them off the bed. his hard cock finally getting an alleviation as it springs free from the restraints of his jeans for too long.

the tip is already flushed with a bead of precum and you swallow heavily at the girth– it’s not as thick as enji’s but the length makes up for it. touya begins to line his cock with your entrance, mixing the pre from the tip with the juices from your sopping pussy. a soft whine finds its way past your lips as he rubs his tip through your folds and teases your neglected clit.

“are you gonna let me fuck this pretty little pussy?” he nudges your clit as his cold gaze pierces through you. “on your husband’s bed?”

the reason touya never stops pointing it out is simply because he likes it. he gets off to the thought that he gets to fuck his dad’s hot wife on his own bed and especially when she is this submissive and vulnerable. above all, enji is his least favorite person in this world.

you seem reluctant but there’s a brief glint of lust in your doe eyes and it makes his cock grow impossibly bigger.

“if you’re not gonna answer me, i’ll just leave you like this until he comes home.” the threat masks his impatience. he can’t wait to fill you to the brim and make you cream all around his cock.

you shake your head, “n-no, don’t! i– please...”

“please, what?” he snickers, slowly poking his tip just by the entrance before pulling out and it affects your body just as much as his. “tell me what you want.”

“please,” you purse your lips flat, bracing yourself before the next few words. “f-fuck me.”

touya pushes your legs back to your chest before pulling you back down closer to him. a hiss slips out from his lips as he protrudes into your warm cunt– it’s everything he imagined it to be and you’re already sucking him in. you’re so perfect for him.

“so fucking tight,” he growls as he inches in deeper until he’s in balls deep while you squirm underneath him. “i don’t think he fucked you right.”

that’s wrong. in fact, your sex life has been fulfilling. enji can be rough but he can be gentle when you ask him to. the only extra points touya gets is the fact that he managed to make you squirt once and nothing more than that! hopefully.

the current position makes you put your weight on your back and it’s causing discomfort when you have your arms tied behind you but the moment touya starts to pound into your pussy, the ache suddenly becomes the least of your worries and is replaced by the feeling of being stuffed full by his cock. you can feel the popping vein brushing against your walls each time he rams in.

thanks to your dripping cunt, his pace is relentless and you quickly become nothing more than a moaning mess.

“who’s fucking you– hah– this good?” he grunts, eyes watching you as your face contorts into a blissful expression with his every thrust. he smacks and bite your thigh roughly in an attempt to draw your attention to him.

“y-you are!” you wail in a mixture of shame, pain and pleasure.

“what’s my name, slut?”

“t-touya!” the lack of resistance in your voice surprises not only you but also him.

he lets out a throaty chuckle, “don’t tell me you’re already dumb on my cock?” he rams deeper and you can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. “such a dirty whore.”

you find yourself not able to care about the crude names he’s throwing at you anymore. he’s right, you’re already drunk on his cock. touya rejoices in the sight before him and burns the image deep inside his memory. he wishes he could send a picture of you to his father, his mind already picturing the horrid look on his face and it serves as a fuel to the firing resentment inside him.

“you like me fucking you while your husband is out?” the thought of it is so revolting but it somehow makes your pussy throb. it’s as if there’s an ongoing war inside your head and your body seems to betray you.

he presses down on your clit and you feel your pussy clench tighter around his cock. the pressure that has been building overtime feels so tight and it’s threatening to snap.

“ah– gonna cum!” you cry. you feel so close and your toes are already curled in anticipation for your next orgasm.

but you’re suddenly pulled far away from your awaiting orgasm and you let out a pathetic whine when touya suddenly stops ramming his cock inside you.

“if you’re gonna cum on my cock,” he grabs you firmly before rolling to the side so he’s laying on his back while you’re propped up above him with his cock still inside you. “then you gotta work for it.”

instinctively, your hips begin to roll desperately. you’re just so horny and so needy for his cock.

“that’s a good slut.” he moans. his hands rests firmly on your hips to guide and help you from falling down as you wildly bounce on his cock. suddenly, the sound of a shredded fabric rings in your ears and you realize that touya has ripped off the shirt that you still had on earlier while your bra is already hanging loosely down your arms.

now everything is perfect. your back is arched and your amazing tits are bouncing up and down in front of him while you ride his cock in desperation to reach for your high.

“tell me i fuck you better than your husband does.” he teases your clit with his thumb and your head lulls back from the intensity and tingling sensation in your core.

you bite your lip so hard, it could draw blood. you don’t answer him but instead you try to grind closer and harder on his mere touch, your mouth agape as you whine like the bitch in heat you are.

“say it.” he presses his thumb harder but draws back immediately when your body starts to shake. you’re panting for air and the roll of your hips start to stutter though still aching for your release.

“t-touya, i want to–”

“then let me hear you fucking say it,” he smacks your thigh before gripping your hips to force you to stay completely still. “you had no problem screaming my name earlier.” he mocks, fingers digging into your flesh.

your slick is dripping down on his balls, your walls are already clenching on his cock and you’re just longing for some friction to fully push you over the edge. “you fuck me so much better than him, touya.”

“mmhmm,” he lets out a triumph sigh, guiding your hips to move agonizingly. “what else?”

what else? what else does he want you to say? your mind is already hazy with lust and the tight coil in your guts are begging to snap any time soon.

“i-i want you so much! need your cock! want your cock to make me– ah!”

touya lifts up your hips slightly and slams deep inside your cunt. an overwhelming sensation aches deliciously in you core and it only grows more with every thrust. strings of curses escape from his lips and his fingers bury in so deep into your skin, you’re certain that it’s going to leave more marks on your body.

his thrusts are so vicious and you can’t prop yourself up any longer and it results in you quickly melting down to his sweaty chest. his hands clutches the meat of your ass as he lifts up his hips higher and continuously rams inside your pussy while your hips buck to meet his thrusts.

“ngh– fuck. right there!” you moan as your body quivers and there’s the presence of that intense feeling again. a feeling you can’t quite catch in the pits of your stomach but is begging to come out. with a snap of his hips and his teeth sinking on your shoulder, a potent wave of pleasure washes throughout your body and you could see stars. your hips shake brutally from the results of the impact and your mouth parts to a silent scream.

your breathing turns inconsistent as you find solace in his rapid heartbeat.

“you’re not lying, huh?” he muses. you look up at him meekly and confused but his eyes are concentrated where your bodies are joined together and he’s very pleased. “you really needed my cock to squirt.”

the bed sheet is soaked now. the very bed where you and enji always cuddle up against each other and you ruined it. because of another man, and not just any man– has caused you to wreck it.

“i’m not done with you yet.” touya pulls out his cock and pushes himself off of you so you’re laying weakly on your stomach. he positions behind you before lifting up your hips, forcing your back to arch and ass to perk while your cheek rests against the mattress. your body shivers as you feel his tongue licks a strip of your juices. a groan erupts from his throat as he mercilessly slides his cock inside your dripping cunny. you wail from the overstimulation but he pays no mind to it as he remains rutting his hips in pursuit of his own orgasm.

“that’s it, doll. so– fucking good.” he breathes as he picks up his pace while you whimper underneath him. “you can take it, yeah.” you hope that he’s showing you concern but the tone of his voice implies that it’s a command rather than a question.

the grasps on your hips are tighter each time he impales his cock inside you. his thrusts are so strong that you can feel your head getting closer to the headboard. the lecherous noises of skin slapping against each other reverberates throughout the huge room, almost loud enough to overpower both of your gasps and moans.

“i’m gonna fill this slutty cunt with my cum,” he grunts, rutting his hips faster. “you want it, right? fuck– make you carry my children.”

realization shoots through you and tears start to well in the corner of your eyes. “no, no. please, not inside!”

his sporadic pace starts to falter before his cock twitches inside you and you feel warm, ropes of cum filling up inside you. touya breathes heavily and his semen drips along from your pussy as he pulls out his cock. he keeps your hips in place as he shoves back in the cum inside with his finger before untying your wrists and laying down next to you to catch his breath.

“don’t worry your pretty head. the bastard will never find out.” he suddenly interrupts after a brief moment of silence. you both know what he’s going on about and it’s definitely not the bruises nor how messed up the bed is.

“h-how?”

“it’s gonna come out of you. he’s never gonna ask any questions.”

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